sbdcsierra Chapter 430 Leaving in 3 days
Chapter 430 Leaving in 3 days
Gao Mengli and Lin Xi stood there stunned for a long time before they reacted.
The outcome is still uncertain; we could all be dark horses.
This world is already decided; we are all just beasts of burden!
This is the Divine Machine Battalion? Gunpowder?
What is the Dou family up to?
The two were stunned for a while, but Dou Weiyi did not urge them.
To be honest, he was a little nervous.
What if these two abandon their responsibilities?
Lin Xi is naive and easy to fool.
But Gao Mengli was both intelligent and cunning, and the look in her eyes made him feel a little guilty.
"Your Majesty, I... Your Majesty, I accept your decree and express my gratitude! Long live the Emperor!"
In the end, the two accepted the imperial edict without any major incident.
Dou Weiyi's tense expression vanished, and she burst into a hearty laugh!
"By the way, this title is hereditary and can never be downgraded!"
In other words, as long as the Lin family doesn't rebel, they will be marquises of the Yue Dynasty for generations to come!
Gao Mengli was satisfied upon hearing this.
That's more like it. If you want a horse to run, you can't do without enough fodder!
As soon as he said that, the surrounding crowd erupted in an uproar.
Lin Yong excitedly touched the corner of his eye, and holding the imperial edict in Lin Xi's hand, he straightened his back involuntarily: "This is a major event for the whole village, and the imperial edict should be enshrined in the ancestral hall!"
"Ancestral hall?"
Upon hearing this, Dou Weiyi couldn't help but raise an eyebrow, stepping forward and looking around with curiosity. "When did Wangyue Village get an ancestral hall? How come I didn't know?"
Lin Yong slapped his thigh and said in a loud voice, "Speaking of this matter, Your Highness, you'll have to go and take a look. Come with us quickly!"
After Lin Yong finished speaking, he and Zhao Hua each supported him on either side and ran towards the ancestral hall!
Dou Weiyi was supported by two men, and staggered forward.
He kept yelling, "Slow down, slow down! My boots are about to fall off!"
Gao Mengli and Lin Xi exchanged a glance, then couldn't help but chuckle and followed.
The entire village marched in a grand procession toward the ancestral hall!
After winding their way through the streets, the group stopped in front of the newly built ancestral hall.
Dou Weiyi glanced at it quickly and couldn't help but admire the grandeur of Wangyue Village!
Green tiles and flying eaves, vermilion gate, and a pair of majestic stone lions at the entrance.
The four large characters "Wangyue Ancestral Hall" on the lintel were painted with gilded gold, which really dazzled his eyes!
"In such a short time, your village has built such a magnificent ancestral hall!"
Dou Weiyi couldn't help but click his tongue in amazement. This Wangyue Village was so rich that it made him look so poor!
Pushing open the door, you see a dense array of memorial tablets in the very center.
Dou Weiyi looked closely and realized that all the memorial tablets were for his ancestors!
"This, this, this..."
Dou Weiyi was so shocked that his eyes widened, and he looked on in disbelief at the whole village who were smiling and nodding at him.
Zhao Hua scratched his head and said with a simple smile, "Your Highness, these have been passed down from generation to generation by our ancestors, and we have been worshipping them for generations."
But no one in the village had ever seen what the late emperor looked like, so the plan to build his body was abandoned.
We have been waiting for your return. Give us a portrait of the late emperor, and then we will begin construction.
"wait for me?"
Dou Weiyi's voice was trembling as he staggered forward.
"Oh dear, hurry up! We still need to prepare a body for the late emperor!"
Second Uncle was in a hurry and quickly handed the brush and paper to Dou Weiyi.
"Oh……"
Dou Weiyi watched as some people lifted tables, others ground grains, and still others placed chairs in front of her.
If you didn't know better, you'd think he was a villager's ancestor!
But how could Dou Weiyi not be moved by the fact that the Dou family was so beloved?
He closed his eyes and recalled the portrait his father had once shown him.
The image of the late emperor gradually became clear in my mind.
With sword-like eyebrows that reach his temples, bright eyes, a straight nose, and a gentle smile on his lips, his inherent heroic spirit cannot be concealed even in casual clothes.
Dou Weiyi opened his eyes, picked up his brush, dipped it in ink, and with each stroke of his wrist, the ink spread across the rice paper.
He held his breath and focused intently, sketching each stroke with utmost care, even softening his breathing.
In the time it takes to drink half a cup of tea, a lifelike portrait of the late emperor appeared on the paper.
Dou Weiyi put down his pen, let out a long sigh, and was about to call everyone over when the villagers surged up like a tide.
"Excuse me! Let me see first!"
"Slow down, slow down, don't damage the portrait!"
Amidst the cacophony of voices, several quick-footed villagers had already crowded around the table, craning their necks to stare at the portrait and marveling at it.
Dou Weiyi was jostled and pushed to the outside of the crowd.
He clung to the arm of the person next to him, trying to get closer, but Lin Yong pressed down on his shoulder: "Your Highness, please rest! If you're hungry, go to the village inn for a meal first. We'll probably be busy for a few days!"
Upon hearing this, Dou Wei felt as if he had used the millstone and then discarded it.
And he was that donkey!
No, is this really a good idea?
I am a prince, and I have just returned today. Shouldn't you all give me a welcome feast?!
Dou Weiyi was pushed and staggered out of the ancestral hall. He looked back.
The group had already swarmed back to the table, and not a single one of them turned back.
He turned to look at his two "golden thighs," only to see them shrug and spread their hands at him!
There's nothing I can do to help. Indeed, building a body for the late emperor is the most important thing in the village right now.
"By the way, sister-in-law, we are leaving in three days, and we still need to eliminate Qianyu's remaining followers."
I brought several old scholars from the Shenji Battalion with me,”
Dou Weiyi changed the subject, all the playfulness on his face disappearing, replaced by a solemn expression. "They have the gunpowder formula left by the late emperor. They have been studying it diligently for years. Although they have figured it out, its power is not great."
Therefore, you need to lead them to increase the power of gunpowder and create firearms capable of blasting open city gates and intimidating the enemy!
Gao Mengli clasped her hands in a fist and said, "Your subject will certainly not fail Your Highness's trust!"
Dou Weiyi already knew he was destined to be treated like a beast of burden when the imperial decree was announced earlier.
Dou Weiyi's words didn't surprise her much.
Our territory is inviolable, especially since Kyoto has fallen and has not yet been recovered.
Dou Weiyi offered a helping hand, his eyes full of approval: "Good! With your words, I can rest assured."
"But don't worry, those old scholars are stubborn, but they are all truly capable people. Just go ahead and use them!"
Gao Mengli nodded.
What she really wanted to say was that she wanted to retire as soon as she got to "work"!
However, in order to ensure a peaceful and prosperous retirement, she had no choice but to resign herself to leading a group of people to plan a location in the side room of the ancestral hall and conduct research and development with a group of veteran cadres!
This room immediately became a heavily guarded area.
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"What? Fatty, you're saying you're leaving in three days?"
Pang You was devastated when he learned of this news!
Although time was tight, we didn't skimp on any of the proper etiquette for the chubby girl.
He took leave from the government office and was busy with his parents.
Suddenly he remembered the fat girl's "Abebe," which had been torn into strips of rope.
Thinking about how the chubby girl has left, I wonder when she will return.
He quickly ran to the yard of his father, who had missing teeth, tiptoed into the fat girl's room, and gently took the "strip of cloth" from the sleeping fat girl's hand.
In the corner of the cloth strip, there was a small daisy whose shape could still be discerned.
He gently rubbed his fingertips together, glanced at the chubby girl with reluctance, and then turned and ran to his home in Jiangbei.
"Auntie, Auntie!"