Chapter 358 Dad, you can’t even pretend (1.2412 million)
Chapter 358 Dad, you can’t even pretend (12,400 12,000)
At this time, Cao Shujie, who was far away in Weiwu City, did not know that his uncle had called home and was thinking of picking him up at the end of the year.
He is taking his grandfather, mother, mother-in-law, wife and children out to play at the moment.
At Leitai Scenic Area, as soon as they came over, Mengmeng pointed in the air and screamed: "Wow, Dad, Mom, look, there are such big horses there."
"It can still fly!"
Cao Shujie looked up and saw the enlarged imitation of a flying swallow flying on three legs in mid-air, with its right hind leg stepping on a swallow.
Seeing this scene, Cao Shujie instantly remembered what was said in the book. It was said that the horse ran too fast and stepped on the swallow, but the swallow did not notice it.
"It's so similar!" Cheng Xiaolin said suddenly.
Cao Shujie was puzzled and asked her: "What does it look like?"
"Like that illustration in a book, what else could it be?" Cheng Xiaolin squinted at her husband, thinking to herself, is this difficult to understand?
Cao Shujie wanted to vomit blood. The book contained photos of the original work. The one in front of him looked like an enlarged version. It came from the same source, so it was strange that they looked different.
Mengmeng's thinking is different. After she came here, she seemed particularly lively.
Pointing to the horse on the pillar, Ta Feiyan said: "Dad, I want to go up and ride a horse."
Cao Shujie looked at the replica of the horse-trampling flying swallow placed on a pillar several floors high. He was a little dizzy: "Mengmeng, if you are able, just climb up by yourself. Dad can't climb up."
"No!" Mengmeng pouted and kept staring at the 'Horse Treading Swallow' in the sky.
But neither Cao Shujie nor Cheng Xiaolin was moved. Cheng Xiaolin said to her: "If you can't do it, just live here and let's go to other places."
This is the Leitai Han Tomb, and there are many places that can be visited. After Cao Shujie and others saw "Horses Treading on Flying Swallows", they were thinking about visiting other places.
Grandpa Cao Zhenghu was also very interested in this place.
My mother Wang Yuelan and mother-in-law Li Xiaojuan also found it very fresh.
The mother-in-law also said: "Why is this tomb so big?"
"Mom, many places were built later. The original tomb was certainly not that big. If it were not expanded, tourists would come and see it all in a while, which would be boring." Cao Shujie understood very well.
They continued to walk forward and came to the sunken square. There was a pit here with a set of bronze chariot and horse ceremonial figurines. At a glance, it seemed as if thousands of troops were right in front of them.
These horse ceremonial guard figurines are very lifelike. There happened to be a tour guide holding a small portable speaker like a tape recorder in his hand, and he was explaining hard: "The array of bronze chariot and horse ceremonial guard figurines you see is also based on the structure of Tomb No. 1 in Lingtai.
The unearthed cultural relics were enlarged 6 times and cast in bronze. Look, the expressions of all the horses here are lifelike and real."
"From front to back, each group of sculptures has a different meaning."
"This first group is also a horse stepping on a flying swallow. It also has a different name. Does anyone know?" the tour guide asked.
Everyone began to think deeply as she explained.
Someone who had done his homework before coming here heard the tour guide asking. After hesitating for a while, he raised his hand and said, "Is it still called Ma Chao Long Que?"
These are tourists from out of town, and they are not very sure about the information they found online.
After he finished speaking, the tour guide nodded happily: "Yes, it's Ma Chao Longque. Now, I have a beautiful gift here for you."
She held a small square box in her hand. Inside was a miniature version of 'Horse Treading on Swallows', which should be made of plastic.
"Dad, that uncle is so awesome." Mengmeng was extremely envious of the gift that the other party accepted.
Cao Shujie pouted: "What's so great about this? Let's go and see other places."
In front, they saw the Thunder Platform, a large mound shaped like a trapezoid, a place said to be dedicated to the God of Thunder.
Because there is little rain in Weiwu City, many people came here to pray for rain in the past.
Even now, on every first and fifteenth day of the lunar calendar, many faithful men and women come to worship.
But there are also various other legends that leave enough room for people's imagination.
After this trip, even my nephew Cheng Tiandong, who was not very talkative, frequently exclaimed.
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After visiting several scenic spots in the city, Cao Shujie took his family to the Tiantishan Grottoes, 50 kilometers south of the city.
When they came here, there were many people here.
There are all kinds of Buddha statues here. Cao Shujie and his wife enjoy seeing them. Grandpa, mother and mother-in-law pay homage to them from time to time, but their daughter Mengmeng and nephew Cheng Tiandong are in vain.
They didn't find it amusing at all. Seeing the carelessness of the two little kids, Cao Shujie ignored them and slowly read it, feeling the magnificence of these cave Buddha statues built during the Sixteen Kingdoms of the Eastern Jin Dynasty. Although they were later moved several times,
After restoration, it was no longer the same as before, but he still felt the greatness of the craftsmen of that period.
After returning to the hotel from the Tianti Mountain Grottoes, Cheng Xiaolin took a short rest and asked him: "Shujie, let's go. We are only halfway there. We may not be able to return to Caojiazhuang in half a month, let alone ten days."
Cao Shujie didn't care, he said: "Half a month is not enough, then one month."
"You have such a big heart, what if something else happens!" Cheng Xiaolin muttered to him.
"Let's go to the next place." Cao Shujie said with a smile.
In the next few days, they walked around and saw many landscape buildings and historical sites with strong local characteristics. They also visited local man-made scenic spots.
We arrived at the end point at Xinjiang Kunlun Hotel, where Cao Shujie was checking in for accommodation.
They live in the middle floor.
Mengmeng has been looking for something since she came here, but she couldn't find it. She asked Cao Shujie: "Dad, where is the eighth floor? Why can't I see it?"
Don't talk about her, when Lao Dao's song "The First Snow in 2002" became a hit, many people were particularly interested in the eighth floor where the No. 2 bus can be parked.
Cheng Xiaolin is no exception. She is also looking for this 'place' everywhere. Her mother Wang Yuelan also asked: "Where is the No. 2 bus? I didn't see it."
But Cao Zhenghu's eyes have been looking at the photos of great people meeting here.
Kunlun Hotel first played an important role as the "State Guesthouse" and was opened to the public later.
Because of this, it hosted many important meetings in the early days, and many great people once lived here.
Cao Zhenghu was from that era. When he saw the photos of these people, he thought about the hardships of those years and felt even more deeply.
After Cao Shujie checked in and asked them to go to the eighth floor to put down their luggage, he suddenly saw his grandfather standing still. Then he followed his grandfather's gaze and saw the photos of those people, and then he understood what was going on.
"Grandpa, let's go, let's go up and rest for a while, and then come down and take a look later," Cao Shujie said.
He said: "Cao Zhen will be here soon."
"Shujie, is your brother Zhen right here?" Wang Yuelan asked.
Cao Shujie shook his head: "No, Cao Zhen is over in Changji, but it's not that far from here. It only takes a few dozen minutes to drive."
"Is Uncle Zhen coming?" Mengmeng was very interested, and she asked expectantly: "Dad, are we still looking for Uncle Zhen to have a meal?"
"What do I want to eat?" Mengmeng became more and more excited.
Cao Shujie's face turned dark, and he thought to himself: "Mengmeng, can you stop being so confident about cheating? It seems that I can't afford to support you."
It's a shame you can speak out.
Everyone else burst out laughing.
Cao Zhenghu also changed his mind and followed his grandson to the eighth floor.
Mengmeng heard the word 'eighth floor', and when she went upstairs, she asked the waiter: "Auntie, is there bus No. 2 on the eighth floor?"
The waiter spoke very standard Mandarin. When she heard Mengmeng's question, she knew what was going on and explained with a smile: "We don't have bus No. 2 on the 8th floor, but there is one in front of our hotel, but last year there was a BTR
It started running and coincided with the route of bus No. 2, so it was withdrawn..."
The waiter didn't finish speaking, but Cao Shujie understood what she meant.
When sending Cao Shujie and the others to their room on the eighth floor, the waiter said, "You guys are a little late. In the past few years, many tourists came to see us specifically and took the No. 2 bus."
“There are also many foreign tourists!”
Looking at the pride on her face, Cao Shujie could feel that feeling.
Because when he was still alive in his previous life, Lao Dao once again sang a song and popularized a place called "Rakshasa Kingdom". I have to say that the world is so wonderful that it is incredible!
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Over in Changji, Cao Zhen has been busy supervising cotton picking recently.
The cotton from 5,000 acres of land is not a small amount. After being picked, it will be transferred back to the Mingbo Textile Factory in Pingyuan County for initial processing.
After this round of busy work, the place was handed over to another person, Zhao Yonghe, who had just been assigned from the factory. His 'mission' was completely over.
"Old Zhao, please keep an eye on this. I have to go to the eighth floor." When he was almost done with his work, Cao Zhen looked at the time and said to Zhao Yonghe.
"What are you doing there? Are friends coming over?" Zhao Yonghe asked him.
Before he came to Changji, he didn't understand what the "Eighth Floor" was about, but after visiting it once, he understood.
Sure enough, Cao Zhen nodded: "My little boy from my hometown is coming over to play. I'll go take a look."
"Okay, you go ahead. If you drink, try not to drive." Zhao Yonghe advised him.
But Cao Zhen said: "It's okay. The worst I can do is live there tonight. My brother is a rich man. Let him rent a room without a hair from him."
This is really outrageous.
Zhao Yonghe suppressed a smile and watched Cao Zhen drive away. He continued to look at the cotton being packed in the field, thinking that he was here to take over Cao Zhen's job. His monthly salary was more than 8,000 yuan, plus 2,000 yuan.
The rent and food subsidy totaled over 10,000 yuan.
In this regard, the boss did not treat him badly.
He is now 38 years old. He is older and younger, and there are several mouths waiting for him to earn money for food.
Although he left his hometown, Zhao Yonghe felt that it was worth it to earn a high salary.
As for Director Cao, Zhao Yonghe knew that the situation between the two of them was different.
If someone wants to do any business in Pingyuan County, his connections are much simpler than his.
Cao Zhen drove all the way towards the Kunlun Hotel. When he got there, he called Cao Shujie and asked him which floor he lived on.
"On the eighth floor of the middle building, I'll go down and wait for you now," Cao Shujie said.
Putting the phone away, Cao Shujie said to his wife: "Cao Zhen is here. I'll go down and wait for him."
"Brother Zhen is here so soon?" Cheng Xiaolin asked.
Cao Shujie chuckled and said, "Of course, you don't know what our relationship is?"
Mengmeng was crawling and playing on the bed. When she heard what her father said, she asked him: "Dad, is Uncle Zhen here?"
"Here he is, I'm going to pick him up. Are you going?" Cao Shujie asked his daughter.
Mengmeng nodded: "I'll go too."
"Dad, please wait for me." Mengmeng walked down from the bed by herself. After she found the shoes, she put them on herself, but she couldn't tie the shoelaces.
She stretched out her legs and asked her father to tie them for her.
In the parking lot of the hotel, Cao Zhen parked his car and looked at the father and daughter not far away, feeling a little excited.
This time, I really saw him growing up thousands of kilometers away.
"Why are you even here?" Cao Zhen walked over, raised his hand and slapped Cao Shujie on the arm.
Cao Shujie took advantage of the situation and covered his arm, shouting strangely: "It's over, it's over, I'll let you cut it off and pay for my medical expenses."
"Dad, you can't even pretend!" Mengmeng exposed him in a shameless manner.
This made Cao Zhen burst into laughter. He knelt down and held Mengmeng in his arms: "Yes, Mengmeng still has a sharp eye. You can see through your father's little cleverness at a glance."
"Yes, yes, Uncle Zhen, please treat me to dinner." Mengmeng was too direct.
She then betrayed her father: "My father said that he came to you today to make a living."
"He also said he would take me to see the eighth floor, but I never saw it." Mengmeng was a little depressed.
At this time, Cao Shujie turned back and pointed to the building where they lived and asked: "Mengmeng, count how many floors there are."
"I don't know!" Mengmeng said confidently.
She couldn't figure out how to count a floor.
Cao Zhen understood what was going on. He pointed to the first building of the Kunlun Hotel and said, "Mengmeng, look at that building. It has 8 floors. Some people used to call it the eighth floor."
After Cao Zhen explained it to her, Mengmeng finally understood what was going on. She was a little disappointed: "So that's what happened."
"Otherwise!" Cao Zhen looked at the little guy's disappointed expression and said, "Let's go, I'll treat you to something delicious tonight."
Mengmeng was happy when she heard this. She asked: "Uncle, what do you want to eat?"
"We can eat whatever you want, okay?" Cao Zhen said.
Mengmeng responded: "Okay, then I have to think carefully about what to eat."
Cao Shujie took Cao Zhen towards the place where they stayed.
Along the way, the two people chatted about Cao Zhen's situation here.
When he learned that the cotton grown on the rented land was harvesting, Cao Shujie asked him: "If this harvest is over, will you go back?"
"That's about it. The company has already sent someone over, and we've been handing over this month." Cao Zhen said.
"Good fellow, I must have come in time, otherwise you wouldn't be able to eat this meal." Cao Shujie screamed strangely.
"This is the only meal you missed!" Cao Zhen scolded him with a smile. This bastard is so rich and has the nerve to eat from him. What do you think?
Mengmeng smiled as she watched her father and Uncle Cao Zhen talking. She wondered what her father and the others were talking about, so happy?
"Dad, what are you talking about?" Mengmeng asked Cao Zhen to hold her in her arms.
Cao Shujie glanced at her and said, "It's okay, dad and your uncle are discussing dinner!"
I'm going to attend my daughter's kindergarten graduation ceremony today. I'll give you a guaranteed update of 8,000 today, and I'll try my best to get 10,000 more.
By the way, I have written 210,000 words in 18 days this month. On two of them, something interrupted my rhythm. Laoshu worked really hard ^_^
