The moon on the tenth day of the lunar month is not half round.

The first thing Zongyi did after eating was to go to Wan'an Bridge again.

"Sister, sister, sister, I have a question."

"you say."

“Will we never see the original appearance of Wan’an Bridge again?”

"This is a problem... wooden bridges like Wan'an Bridge will be destroyed almost every 50-100 years and must either be rebuilt or repaired. Even if this bridge was not destroyed by the fire last night, it would have been destroyed long ago.

It’s not what it was originally.”

"Is this still considered a cultural relic? Does it still need to be protected?"

"Xiao Yi's question is quite philosophical."

"philosophy?"

"Yes, this should be regarded as the Ship of Theseus Paradox."

"The Paradox of the Ship of Theseus..." Zong Yi responded, "It's the one where the wood on the ship is slowly replaced piece by piece. When all the wood is replaced, the ship is still not the original ship, right?"

"Wow! My sister is too smart." Meng Xinzhi touched Zong Yi's little head to encourage her.

"The main reason is that my sister taught me well." Zong Yi then asked: "What about the result? Is it the original ship or not?"

"I've already said it's a paradox, so it must be that there's no answer that's universally applicable."

"My sister, does this mean that this fire bridge is actually not that meaningful?"

"That's not the case. Intangible inheritance, first of all, is an ancient skill." Meng Xinzhi told Zongyi, "If this bridge can be rebuilt, using the mature and most difficult wood weaving skills, then

It means that this skill has been well passed down."

Meng Xinzhi and Zong Yi walked and chatted all the way.

Under the moonlight and the lights of thousands of houses in the village, we walked towards the Wan'an Bridge.

This time, the sisters changed directions and could walk directly from the grassland to the foot of Wan'an Bridge.

As I was walking, I suddenly heard a very suppressed cry.

When Meng Xinzhi and Zongyi came here for the first time, night was just about to fall.

There were still a few tenacious sunset clouds hanging on the horizon, allowing Zongyi to see clearly the eyes of the villagers that were red from crying.

It's a little late now.

As night fell, there were no other sounds except the croaking of frogs and the chirping of cicadas.

Zong Yi was a little frightened.

She hid directly behind Meng Xinzhi.

But I couldn't help but be curious. From behind Meng Xinzhi, a head stuck out and looked in the direction of the sound.

I had just been chatting all the way and didn't pay attention. By the time I noticed it, I was already very close to the sound.

Then she covered her mouth in surprise.

After a while, Zong Yi lowered his voice and asked Meng Xinzhi: "Is that Uncle Yi over there?"

Meng Xinzhi made a silent gesture and said in a voice that only she and Zong Yi could hear: "Let's continue walking forward and continue talking about the topic just now, as if we didn't see anything."

"But, being so close, Uncle Yi must have seen us?" Zong Yi's voice was as low as an ant.

"It doesn't matter whether he saw us or not, what matters is whether we saw him."

After Meng Xinzhi explained it, he still didn't understand Zong's meaning.

Zongyi has always listened to her sister on matters that do not involve her own logic.

Zongyi suddenly returned to normal volume and started rapping: "Sister, sister, sister, I have a problem."

"what is the problem?"

"Was Wan'an Bridge built during the Eternal Art Emperor's period?"

"Eternal Art Emperor?"

"Yes, yes, yes, the eternal art emperor, the art of art."

"Not."

Meng Xinzhi took the topic handed over by Zong Yi and turned on the answer mode with a calm expression:

"The year when the construction of Wan'an Bridge first started, the emperor, who undoubtedly had the highest artistic achievement in Chinese history, had just turned eight years old."

"He never thought that he would become an emperor in the future, and he was not trained in the way an emperor should be."

"He is extravagant, frivolous, illiterate, and combines all the shortcomings that an emperor should not have."

"Except for the artistic talent he has shown since he was a child, he has almost nothing."

"Oh, yes. And handsome."

"Of course, appearance does not affect whether he can be emperor."

"His throne fell from the sky when he was 18 years old."

October 10th is a very special day for Piao Piao.
Chapter completed!