What to do with a full-scale life

It’s spring again, and Brother Zhang once again started preparing for this year’s winter banquet very early in the morning. As usual, the things he prepared this year were particularly rich. Firstly, it was a reward for the residents of Chang’an Lane who had worked hard for a year. Secondly, if there were no accidents, , this will be his last time hosting this festival dedicated to Chang'an Lane.

When he got up early in the morning, he started to blanch the ribs and beef, and then sat there and peeled shrimps while listening to the news. Now as production and life in the south gradually resumed, the TV programs also started again, and the news in them was good and bad. , but one thing worthy of recognition is that the past year was the most painful year in the history of the country and the world. Even after all efforts were made, the world's population still dropped by one-third, to a full 26 billion. People stay in last year forever.

Maybe this number doesn’t seem to be anything special at first, but if you bring it to your familiar hometown, you will wake up and there will be one-third fewer people in your hometown. The wonton uncle who has been eating on the street corner for 20 years and the alley mouth boss It’s the grandma who is sitting there smiling and greeting you, the beautiful flower shop owner downstairs, the boss who sells pig’s trotter rice to save for his daughter’s dowry, the sanitation worker who helps you pick up the garbage every day, who played hooky with you since childhood and went to the factory for internship. The kid who started a business together, the girl you had a crush on, your family, etc., all died in just one year. If you can experience it and feel nothing at all, then you probably need to pay attention to your mental health.

When the food was almost ready and it was noon, Brother Zhang moved the food out and placed it in front of his shop as usual, while the residents of Chang'an Lane lined up to get food.

It's just that the number of people this year is [-]% less than in previous years. Some of them are working as volunteers in the Shanhaijie Division, and most of those who stay here are the incompetent people or children in Chang'an Alley.

But no matter how many people are left, Brother Zhang will do this job seriously.

The dishes this time are two meat and three vegetarian soups. The meat dishes are duck with tangerine peel, salt-baked chicken, sweet and sour pork ribs, spicy braised beef, crispy squab and hand-caught mutton. The vegetarian dishes are mapo tofu, stir-fried and cold. Potatoes and eggplants braised in oil. There are two soups, one sweet and one salty. The sweet one is lotus root starch and Bazhen soup, and the salty one is West Lake beef soup.

He served meals to those waiting in line and gave them a red envelope as a thank you. The red envelope didn't contain much money. It was mainly for a lucky draw. Most people were willing to save the red envelopes given by the Holy Lord and give them to their children for the New Year. After all, There is nothing more auspicious than this in the world.

After lunch time, Brother Zhang naturally went back to the room to rest. He sat in front of the dressing table in the room and continued to modify the plan he had conceived. This was the most meaningful and interesting thing he could think of that he could do, so This time he was extra serious, more serious than anything he had done before.

While he was concentrating, there was a knock on the door. Brother Zhang raised his head and agreed: "Please come in."

The door slowly opened, and Ying Shou walked in. He laughed when he saw Brother Zhang, and then he raised the gifts in his hands, which were some fruits and cakes he bought casually, but looking at his sly look, Brother Zhang had already made a rough guess.

"No talk."

"I haven't talked about it yet." Ying Zai put his things by the door and sat down next to Brother Zhang with a frown on his face: "I'm here this time just to ask you a favor."

Having known each other for decades, Brother Zhang knew what he was going to say when he raised his hips, and Brother Zhang put down his pen and leaned on his chair: "Okay, you say it."

"Here's the thing, aren't you going to abdicate? The crown prince hasn't been decided yet? Do you think I can do it?"

"you?"

Brother Zhang laughed after hearing this. This is just a blind thought. The Holy Lord wants to combine all the virtues in one body, benevolence, justice, propriety, wisdom, trust, gentleness, courtesy and frugality. No one less can do it. What kind of force is Yingsha? He really doesn't know anything about it. None?

Is he the Holy Lord?The tombs of the holy masters of all generations had to be blown up that night, and it was absolutely impossible for Brother Zhang to scold him in his dreams 24 hours a day.

"I know I'm still a little behind, but I'm still young. I'll learn slowly."

Yingsha obviously knew that he had flaws, but he didn't seem to care, and even acted a bit shamelessly.

Brother Zhang waved his hand: "Qing Lingzi is responsible for the selection, you can go to him."

When I heard this, it was basically the most tactful rejection, making it clear that it was impossible. Who is Qing Lingzi? If others don't know Yingsha, don't they know?

So when Brother Zhang said these words, Yingsha was basically discouraged, so he asked curiously: "Has anyone chosen? Who do you think is more suitable?"

Brother Zhang was silent for a moment and then said: "Hu Deyou."

Yingsha was stunned when he heard the name, but his brain was so good that he figured out the cause and effect of the whole thing after just a little thought. He frowned and looked at Brother Zhang carefully.

"You wait for me to figure it out."

"Stop stroking." Brother Zhang stood up and handed the paper in his hand to Ying Shang: "Go and verify the feasibility. Ask A Guo and Zhang Yao to help you verify it."

Ying made a sound, but didn't say anything. He just silently exited the room. After looking around, he slipped into the small bamboo forest and entered the spiritual illusion.Brother Zhang took advantage of this time to sit by the window and enjoy some alone time. There was no sun now, but the temperature in Chang'an Alley was not low. It was more than 20 degrees below zero outside, and it could still be around [-] degrees inside the box, although it was still a bit cold. It's cold, but what does this thing mean to Brother Zhang?

I got a cup of coffee from the Little Fairy Cafe and opened a book I hadn’t read for a long time. The snow outside turned into water on the treetops and fell on the eaves like an early spring rain. The entire alley was washed extremely clean.

At this moment, Ying Shang has found Zhang Yao. The two of them are studying the feasibility of Zhang Ge's plan, while A Guo is using the power of super computers to prepare simulations.

This simulation not only simulates the plan, but also simulates the audience's pattern.

Zhang Yao leaned there holding the plan and said to Ying Shang: "Only the fourth plan of this plan is feasible."

"why?"

"Think about it, what would happen if you only faced people with high martial arts skills?"

Ying raised his eyebrows: "What do you mean?"

"It's not interesting. That's because people in the world of high martial arts have different goals and ways of thinking than most people. If they are allowed to participate, they will try their best to let that person die."

"Why? Don't look at me. I really don't understand this. Why not?"

"Because once you reach a certain level, there won't be any pity or too many emotional fluctuations. And if the selected person is an ordinary person, then many of his actions will be particularly stupid in the eyes of these people. A stupid person The biggest meaning of B is to die. But it’s different when it comes to ordinary people. Have you seen The Truman Show?"

"Seen."

"The director inside is equivalent to those in the world of high martial arts. In his eyes, once the target does not act in the correct way they think, they will be angry, and then they will punish or even eliminate. Because of what? Because he understands Everything and no emotion. But why do ordinary people cheer and hug each other and cry when Truman escapes? Because ordinary people will only be moved and excited at the points that should be moved, and they will not think about what Truman did. How can we get a better life after this incident than on the screen? They are just excited because Truman did something they couldn't do."

Zhang Yao spread her hands and said helplessly: "We are not discussing right or wrong here, we are just talking about emotions. Only when ordinary people participate in it can emotions be fully mobilized. Or let me ask you another way, Truman The World is a variety show, if you were asked to watch it, would you be able to keep watching it for ten or even 20 years?"

"Isn't that nonsense? Of course not, that would be boring."

"Although this is a fictional story, it can tell everyone that this world needs ordinary people, because only when there are more ordinary people can we have emotional ups and downs." Zhang Yao slapped the piece of paper on the table: "As Brother Zhang's plan, his goal is to find an entertainment activity for people in the world of martial arts to curb their enthusiasm for activities. In fact, he has already taken the wrong route in the first few options."

"Well...I probably understand." Yingsha nodded thoughtfully: "It's you science students who are hurting. We liberal arts students are not good at it, we are too romantic."

"When you dropped out of school, you didn't have arts and sciences, right?"

"You!" Yingsha pointed at Zhang Yao: "I count you half as a father, so you can hold it in for me."

"Okay, okay, then you say you understand, what do you understand?"

Yingsha chuckled: "I just took the romantic route. It's not that I don't understand it at all. What you mean is that southerners think snow is fun, while northerners think southerners playing in the snow are more interesting."

"Oh, as expected of you." Zhang Yao smiled: "It's true. People in the world of high martial arts are equivalent to northerners. They are used to seeing snow and have seen too many hardships. What they prefer to see is not snow but Southerners, or ordinary people, are crazy about playing in the snow. What we have to do is to make ordinary people crazy, which can not only appease the gods but also increase the enthusiasm of ordinary people."

"Is it so powerful?"

"Of course, if this becomes a national activity, productivity will increase by at least [-]%." Zhang Yao patted A Guo on the shoulder: "A Guo, simulate it and show him what the productivity increase caused by impulse is."

At this moment, A Guo turned his head and looked at Zhang Yao: "Sister Yaoyao, do you need to set some restrictions, otherwise there will be many restricted levels..."

"Yeah, of course. Sensitive words and everything must be set."