Royal Gold Medal County Magistrate

"What is that?" The audience exclaimed in surprise.

Even the Emperor and his officials couldn't help but squint and carefully examine it.

This thing looked like a wooden box standing upright... with words on top.

However, everyone quickly understood. When all the 'boxes' were pieced together, they immediately realized what it was.

Movable type printing!

Weren't these individual pieces the movable wooden type used for printing?

Each piece of movable type was neatly arranged to form a piece of sage's writing.

Then, the grand music around them sounded again, and the performers below, carrying the movable type, recited in unison, moving up and down in rhythm.

Sometimes they spread out from the center, and sometimes they surged like waves.

Such creativity clearly ignited the excitement of all the scholars present, who chattered and discussed it intensely.

Some even began to recite aloud with emotion.

The sound surged, and the profound historical culture of Great Jing directly enveloped the entire venue!

Emperor Jing's heart pounded, his throat bobbed, and he murmured to himself, "Good... Zheng Yi, this is too good. You deserve the first credit for this!"

Fang Zheng Yi said, "Father Emperor, you praise me too much. The people below deserve the first credit. They are the ones who worked the hardest. I believe the court should personally reward them. I only provided some ideas."

Although this movable type performance was good, it was indeed a bit labor-intensive....

The programs he had seen in his previous life used electric movable type, but this was purely manual labor.

A large number of performers with similar heights were recruited from the common people and had to practice squats every day to endure such a high-intensity performance.

On the first day of gathering and rehearsing, many people vomited from exhaustion.

Carrying a wooden box on their heads, frantically doing squatting exercises, and reciting articles at the same time...

Such difficulty was unbearable even for the common people of Great Jing, who were used to hardship.

If it were replaced with the delicate young celebrities of later generations, the wooden movable type box could be used directly as a coffin....

Now that the program's effect was explosive, these people should certainly be given the first credit.

Emperor Jing nodded and said with emotion, "The court should issue an edict to reward them. Zheng Yi, you don't need to be as modest as before in front of me."

"Your son will definitely correct his shortcomings in the future."

After the movable type program ended, there was a military performance by the Embroidered Uniform Guard, women's dances, folk acrobatics, and finally, the opening ceremony concluded with "Heart Wall," composed by Fang Zheng Yi and performed by Master Wu himself.

Almost every performance caused a tsunami of cheers from the audience.

For a full hour and a half, their senses were continuously bombarded by modern performance styles, and everyone felt their scalps tingle.

Although they were tired, they were still full of excitement!

Especially Chen Hong, who felt refreshed all over and almost screamed out loud.

Profit! He had definitely made a bloody profit this time!

He didn't ask the Ministry of Revenue for money, and he also settled the foreign envoys. It was definitely a great achievement!

Such an event might even be recorded in history in the future. This time, he had really benefited from Fang Zheng Yi.

...

Fang Zheng walked to the foreign envoys' seats and saw Father Solger staring blankly, so he asked with a smile, "Father, how do you feel about these performances?"

Father Solger came back to his senses and let out a long sigh: "This is the most beautiful, grand, and moving ceremony I have ever seen. I have to say that such a performance has transcended language and imagination!"

Fang Zheng Yi lowered his voice and said, "The opening ceremony is over, and the teams from various countries will enter the arena for the official competition. Father, the casinos outside are now opening bets on who will win. I'll help all of Fika's missionaries bet ten taels of silver each on our Great Jing to win. Watch carefully."

Help us bet?

Father Solger was stunned: "It's not good to take your money for nothing, Lord Fang. I know there's a saying, 'One should not receive a reward for no merit.'"

"Hey~, you've worked in my Peach Blossom County for so long and done so many things. This official should also give you some benefits. Labor is the most glorious thing! Besides, we are friends, and it just so happens that this official has some wealth in his hands. This is nothing."

"Then... then thank you very much, Lord Fang," Father Solger said with some emotion. "By the way, when will our Great Jing team come out?"

"Soon, don't worry."

Fang Zheng patted him and walked straight back to Emperor Jing's side.

"Next, please welcome the welcoming team from the Eastern Suburb University and the contestants from various countries."

At this moment, the host, who was waiting in full battle, saw the teams starting to walk in from outside the venue, immediately picked up the manuscript given by Fang Zheng, and used the elementary school recitation method specially taught by Fang Zheng to say with cadence:

"Look~~! Holding colorful flags and walking briskly, the Eastern Suburb University team is walking towards us. The fluttering flags show that the talents of the university are full of youth and vitality! The colorful flags are fluttering in the wind, and the people of the university are facing the sun, facing tomorrow, always the same, carrying on the past and opening up the future, and forging ahead!"

"Listen~~! The sound of drums is bursting with the vitality of spring, and the gorgeous costumes set off the youthful smiles. The Eastern University Women's College team is walking past the rostrum with a beautiful posture and neat steps. They desire to have both a beautiful appearance and a rich inner world. Showing the spirit of women not giving way to men, they are walking towards a new future and a new glory!"

The officials looked at each other, feeling goosebumps all over their bodies.

Especially when they heard the host's strange tone... Are they all eunuchs?

A collective look of suspicion was directed at Fang Zheng.

What's going on? The performance was going well just now. Are you starting to play awkwardly now!

This taste is too strong. Where did you learn it from!

Seeing everyone looking at him, Fang Zheng raised his chin towards the audience seats of the foreign envoys.

He had asked scholars to write these introductory words for the appearance, but the writing was too literary and awkward, lacking passion.

In the end, he had to go into battle himself to feel that the taste was right!

The cultural level of these foreigners is just like that. Besides, there is a group of ordinary people. It is best to introduce them in plain language so that everyone can understand.

Obviously, this set of introductory drafts at the level of elementary school sports meetings is effective.

When the teams from various countries appeared later, each team's introduction would cause loud cheers from the foreign delegations.

After all the national athletes had finished walking, people began to appear in the venue to prepare the arena.

Seeing that it was already coming to an end, Fang Zheng said: "Your Majesty, the following is the official competition. If you still have things to deal with, you can go back to the palace directly. After all, this competition lasts for three days."

"Three days? Such a long time?"

Fang Zheng smiled bitterly: "Three days is already very short. There are still many aspects of our Great Jing's culture that can be promoted that have not been displayed. The main reason is that we are not familiar with the process and rules for the first time, and there are fewer participants. When we are fully prepared in the future, it will be called formal to hold it for more than ten days at a time."

Emperor Jing said: "Does it take so long? Since I'm already here, I'll watch it all today before leaving."

Guo Tianyang's legs went weak and he almost cried out.

He was twisting the fan left and right, hot and tired!

If he went back tonight, he would probably be paralyzed...

This grandson of Fang Zheng, how can he pit our family every time he does something?

"Please enjoy yourself, Your Majesty. I still have some things to deal with, so I will take my leave first."

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