The art team refers to the group of girls from the Ji clan selected by Nanguo Chuwen to give him last time. Wang Yue did not take it to the account to enjoy it, but asked Nanguo Chuwen to summon the former singers, dancers, musicians and others from the Jiyi Doctor's Mansion to train these girls and prepare to form a art troupe.

This matter has been a while. Today, I happened to arrive next to the slave labor camp. I summoned Nan Guo Chuwen to see him and asked him a little about it. At the same time, there were other arrangements. After all, the performance format in this world is relatively simple, and it is still at the level of "elegance" in the upper class. It is still far from the appreciation of the elite and the masses required by other political publicity and various forms. These are obviously not taught by singers, dancers, and musicians.

Some things must be participated in by him.

Previously, singers, dancers and musicians just gave the old ladies a little more performance skills.

Nan Guo Chuwen stood up and bowed, "I got the order of the young master since I returned to the last time. The villain immediately followed the arrangements of the young master. Because the daughters of Ji are the daughters of the whole family, they have studied music, singing and dancing since childhood, and have a good foundation, so they learn very quickly, and there are still some who do not need to learners."

"Several people are not even under the singers, dancers, musicians who teach Yamu."

After a moment of pause, he suddenly said to Wang Yue with a smile that men understand: "Young Master, since they joined the art team, their daily life, food, clothing and expenses have been greatly improved. His main family members have also benefited from being foreman in the slave labor camp. They don't have to work so hard, and their lives have improved a little."

"For this, the girls in the art team feel deeply grateful to the young master and only regret that they have no chance to repay him."

After hearing this, Wang Yue knew the so-called repatriation, so he did not comment, but stared at Nan Guo Chuwen deeply and said, "Mr. Nan Guo has been in a good mood recently. I think it is necessary to harmonize diet and yin and yang, but my body is a little weak. I think it's better to control it."

Nan Guo Chuwen's face jumped, obviously thinking of something, and said in horror: "Young master, your master, the art team is the forbidden body of your master. The villain will never dare to attack them, but, just..."

He looked up at Wang Yue and said, "It's just some women in the slave labor camp... Young Master, the laws you issued concern the slave labor camp and slave management. The villains have read them carefully, and they have never violated them, nor have they forced anything because of their favoritism."

Wang Yue said: "I am just reminding you that you should know some things clearly. Don't cause any trouble in the slave labor camp. Otherwise, if I am worried about it, haha."

"Yes...yes, the villain must be clear, sure." Nan Guo Chuwen breathed a sigh of relief.

"Okay, let's put these aside." Wang Yue thought for a while and said, "As for the slave camp and the art team, in terms of what is happening in the slave camp and your report, you are doing quite well."

"Since that's the case, then continue to do it."

"However, after the staff of the Japanese Prince Linan Manor arrived, I should assign a dedicated person to manage it and occasionally provide regular guidance. Although you are not a supervisor, you must cooperate and assist from others, and do not make any mistakes."

"Yes...yes." Nan Guo Chuwen nodded repeatedly.

"You can retreat." Wang Yue said lightly, Nan Guo Chuwen nodded and bowed, and quickly retreated and left.

After leaving the house, he carefully closed the door, but the barracks were simple and even if they were closed, there was still a coolness coming from the cracks.

Wang Yue took a cool breath and felt a coldness spread throughout his body.

"It's wind blowing, and there may be snow in the cold current from the north."

He slowly stood up and walked out of the barracks.

This cold current made him realize the feeling of winter very clearly. If you count it carefully, according to the Taiyin period of this world, this month is already the twelfth month of December. After a while, it will be the New Year when it was the time of the earth in the past.

Winter will come and spring will come.

However, it seems that there is no saying of the New Year in this world. Because this place is biased towards the north, the wheat planting time is about autumn, not spring plowing and harvesting, so people do not value the change of the New Year.

In other words, it doesn’t matter that the New Year is not the New Year, and the Spring Festival is not the Spring Festival.

But for Wang Yue, this is something imprinted in the depths of memory, which makes it important.

Because in the past year, he would feel very clearly that time was flowing, and then tell himself that another year has passed and that he is one step closer to death, and that the time he has left for himself is getting less and less.

It was a feeling and mood that was difficult to describe in words.

It felt like a god of death was chasing him closely behind, step by step, and the sickle had already danced high and was swung down at any time, thus forming an extremely strong sense of urgency, urging him to move forward, forward, and forward again regardless of everything.

What's even more terrifying is that once a person gets thirty years old, time seems to pass faster and faster.

Often, it takes one year or two years without realizing it. Looking around, many elders in my memory have grown old one day, and their hair is whiter, their backs are hunched over, and their bodies are getting smaller and smaller. The extremely low breath of death filled their bodies will become heavier and heavier.

At some point, these people were sent away one by one, disappeared forever in the world, and eventually only existed in people's memories and gradually faded.

At this time, the sense of urgency is even more powerful than the New Year. Wang Yue will remind himself that if he cannot live forever, he will be like all mortals in the world... From birth, he is destined to end tragedy, and he will also remember a piece of essay he read when he was young.

The essay says that a reporter interviewed a shepherd baby.

The reporter asked him what he did to herd sheep, and what did the kids make money in order to make money? What did he do to marry a wife, what did he do to marry a wife, what did he do to have a baby, and raise a child and then let him continue to herd sheep... The reporter finally concluded in the essay that the local villagers were ignorant and their education was backward.

In short, it is like sheeping babies and similar people who are stupid. Most of those who read this article regard sheeping babies as a joke.

Even Wang Yue was one of the people who were laughing at the time, but the reporter's words were correct... But later on, he gradually tasted different flavors... Since the history of mankind, no matter who is an emperor, general or a wealthy family, no matter how much world he saw, no matter how great he achieved, in essence, what is the difference between them and the shepherd baby?

Isn't it not to work, marry a wife, give birth to a child, raise a child, work, children marry a wife, children give birth to a grandson, raise a grandson, and grandson work and marry a wife. Is it almost time to kick my legs or if there is no time to have an accident, then nothing will be gone?

From ancient times to the present, which mortal has been exceptional?

In the face of time and life and death, who is so qualified to laugh at the sheep-herding baby? Because all mortals are the sheep-herding baby.

"Young Master." "General." Seeing Wang Yue come out, he guarded the guards of the Secretariat Zhang De and the Priest Huaibo bowed.

Wang Yue nodded, and while thinking about the past, he also breathed a long sigh of relief. At this moment, his divine position was condensed, his path of Tao has begun, and immortality is already grasping. This year, it is possible to have a good New Year, but it is not as urgent as the past.

The immortal Tao is achieved, but it must also have the power to defend the Tao and embark on this Tao with an infinitely brilliant future.

There are thousands of years of divine deity in this world, but countless gods have died.

"Young Master, what should I give me?" After saluting, Zhang De said carefully.

Priest Huaibo also said, "General, you don't have to come out. If you have any trouble, just call us inside."

"It's nothing, I just come out to breathe." Wang Yue shook his head and was about to go out for a walk, but suddenly remembered something and said to the Priest Huaibo: "You send a letter to the King of Tao for this son, and ask him to use the remote image spell with your master tomorrow for a while. I have something important to discuss with him."
Chapter completed!