The melancholy of the ancient alley,

The melody of the pipa is written.

Flesh coat,

A little song that was hawking on the street.

It seems to be changing there from a distance,

Everything is blurry and clear.

A world of seconds,

Lamenting the extraordinary meaning.

This song seems to describe the Qingming Festival, quietly bringing everyone into the world in the picture.

Once upon a time, China and the Northern Song Dynasty were the most prosperous country in the world, with all walks of life thriving, and all audiences had an immersive feeling.

"This is the Northern Song Dynasty, I heard it."

"Prosperity, prosperity, noisy, bustling markets appear in my mind."

"Tsk, is it that mysterious?"

"What's the point of Song Dynasty? Being beaten by Jin, Liao, and Mongolia is simply a shame for China."

"You are right. The combat effectiveness of the Song Dynasty was indeed very weak. But it is undeniable that during the Song Dynasty, our Huaxia people's science, education, culture, and business also developed to a new level."

"You don't know how rich the Song Dynasty was. Our China's GDP accounts for 80% of the world."

"80% have been proven to be blown by the bricks. The real data is more than 20, but it is also very powerful. At that time, we were the richest, and Europeans were still eating raw meat and drinking blood."

"It's strange, how do you know that this is what the Northern Song Dynasty said?"
Chapter completed!