The summer country and winter solstice in the third year of Taichu is the new year of the Xia country.

The whole country was filled with festive atmosphere, and setting off firecrackers in the New Year has become a new custom among the people of the Xia Kingdom.

Yancheng, on New Year's night, the people of Yancheng gathered near the imperial city in their best clothes, because tonight, Wang Lang, the emperor of Daxia, will have fun with the people with civil and military officials.

At night, Yancheng was brightly lit, and nearly ten thousand people followed the drum beats of dongdong and danced the fish and dragon dance that everyone knew. As for why it was called the fish and dragon dance, the people didn't know, but the name given by His Majesty the Emperor was naturally good.

Wang Lang and civil and military officials stood on the city tower, looking at the jubilant crowd below the city wall, all infected by this cheerful atmosphere and wished they could go on and have a party with the people.

Wang Lang drank a glass of wine and said slowly: "The east wind bloomed thousands of flowers and trees at night. It blew down even further, and the stars were like rain. The fragrance of BMW carvings was everywhere. The sound of the phoenix flute moved, the light of the jade pot turned, and the fish and dragon danced overnight.

The moths and the willows are golden in their golden wisps. The smiles are filled with fragrance. They look for him in the crowd for thousands of times. When they look back, the man is in the dim light."

How he hoped that this peaceful and prosperous era would last forever, and that Wang Lang would be deeply moved in his heart for nearly ten years, from nothing to a huge empire.

The greater the ability, the greater the responsibility. Faced with the threat from the outside world, he didn't know how long the peaceful scene could exist in front of him, but he had not yet reached the point of being old and stupid. Since he gave hope to mankind in this world, he would do his best to guard the flame of hope.

The drum beats became increasingly dense, the carnival reached its climax, and the people were in excitement.

As the last drum beat fell, nearly 10,000 people shouted loudly in unison, which seemed to shout out the tenacious spirit and unstoppable momentum of human beings.

"Set firecrackers!" The guard of the Imperial City shouted in a powerful voice, holding a bronze trumpet.

Tens of thousands of firecrackers hung down from above the imperial city, and the soldiers below carefully ignited the fuse.

The sound of firecrackers indicates the arrival of the new year.

The sound of Bili lasted for more than ten minutes, and the air was filled with a faint smell of gunpowder.

After the firecrackers burned out, the high platform built under the imperial city lit a circle of torches, illuminating the surroundings as if they were daylight.

Seeing this scene, the people knew that the entertainment activities they had been waiting for had begun.

In order to enrich the poor spiritual life of the people of Xia, Wang Lang established a royal art troupe, which is specifically responsible for performing for the people of Daxia during festivals.

The people were quietly waiting for the performers to come on stage. Although there were nearly 10,000 people here, they were quiet as if they could hear the sound of falling needles.

The performers came on stage, and a man in gorgeous clothes tried to greet Wang Lang in the imperial city and sang the songs that Wang Lang had once sung loudly.

"On the sky

Row in a row

The autumn grass is yellow in the river

Singing on the grassland sad

......

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The singer's voice is much better than Wang Lang. The so-called art has no borders. The people listened quietly to this melodious melody and could not help but bring themselves into the homesickness sentiment.

Looking back on the miserable life, everyone has different feelings in their hearts, and more of it is gratitude to Wang Lang and identification with Xia Guo.

After the singing was over, the people came out of this emotion and cheered.

The singer retreated, and a group of actors who only surrounded the grass skirt came onto the stage, using their clumsy performances to show the migration process of Wang Lang and the others.

Although these actors have very poor acting skills, the people still enjoy watching it. When the performance was encountered by the flood, everyone's hearts were thrust, and they prayed to the gods that these people were safe and sound.

Wang Lang looked at the play below and smiled at Wuyun, "Is this a play you made up?"

Wuyun nodded and said, "Your Majesty, this migration is indeed from me."

"It's very good. Now when I think back on my original life, I feel a lot of emotion!" Wang Lang sighed.

"Your Majesty, if you hadn't brought us here, we would not have lived our current life at all. You said you would give us a life of working from sunrise to rest from sunset, and now we have done it." Wuyun said excitedly.

"We live in the world, and we must fight against the sky and the earth, and be surrounded by those ferocious beasts to fight for our land in the sun. The great summer can have today is the result of your concerted efforts. I alone cannot do it." Wang Lang said slowly.

At this time, Lin Jianya, who was sitting next to Wang Lang, said: "Your Majesty, now my Daxia is full of population and strong military force. Should I expand to a further place? There is no more land to explore in the east."

Wang Lang chuckled and said, "What, can't wait?"

Jianya laughed and said, "Your Majesty, after watching this drama, I really want to go to the place where I once lived. We have been here for almost ten years, and I don't know what the jungle has become."

After Jianya finished speaking, the old minister who had followed Wang Lang all the way to migrate said in unison: "Your Majesty, we are just thinking this way."

Wang Lang pondered for a while and said, "Okay, when the New Year is over, we will set off from Baoan City. This time you go, every time you arrest a thousand people, you will build a city ten miles apart. I will send the Ministry of Works to build the road. Since I do it, I will pacify the northern jungle as quickly as possible, and there will be the new territory of my Daxia."

When the military officers heard this, they were so happy that they bowed in unison: "I will obey Your Majesty's order and expand the territory for my Daxia."

Wang Lang nodded and said, "Today's New Year, I won't talk about business. You have been busy for a year, so it's time to relax."

The New Year's performance did not come to an end until midnight. The people returned to their homes with unfulfilled wishes, and had the New Year's Eve dinner with their families, and watched the night!

After Wang Lang bid farewell to all officials, he celebrated the New Year like ordinary families.

Eating the dumplings made by the chef, Wang Lang said to Wang He: "He, what are your lessons in school recently?"

"Report to my father, I have finished all the courses. I have something to ask for." Wang He said respectfully.

"Oh, what are you asking for?" Wang Lang asked.

"Father, I heard from the gentleman in the Academy that at the end of the third year of Taichu, my Daxia will hold an exam to select new officials. I don't know if this is the case!" Wang Lang asked in a deep voice.

"That's right, there is indeed this. What's wrong? Is there any problem?" Wang Lang asked in confusion.

Wang He shook his head and said, "My son wants to take this exam, too."

Wang Lang put down his chopsticks, stroked his beard and said slowly: "Since you know this, you should also know that only students over 16 years old are allowed to participate in this exam, and this time it is just a civil servant. Aren't you going to be a general?"
Chapter completed!