portable space

"What are you doing?" Fan Ming patted Wukong's hand and said.

Wukong wanted the paper-cut in the shape of a little monkey, but he still remembered that he was punished by Fan Ming, so he didn't dare to go forward and grab it forcefully, so he could only scratch his head and ears beside him.

Although Wukong was a little afraid of Fan Ming, the new little monkey had no fear of Fan Ming. When Fan Ming was wary of Wukong, he quietly walked to the window and stuck the newly arrived monkey on it. He tore off the solidified paper-cut, turned around and ran away.

When Wukong saw that his companion had succeeded, he squeaked proudly and jumped twice before running away.

"You guys, stop here." This was Fan Ming's debut novel. It took a lot of effort to make it. She couldn't bear to let the two little monkeys spoil it, so she chased after her with a shout.

Zhang Taiping also followed out, but did not see Fan Ming or the two little monkeys. Instead, he saw Wang Laoqiang standing at the entrance of the yard, preparing to call someone.

"Hey, you came out, so I don't have to shout. The two big dogs in your yard are a little frightening. I don't dare to enter the yard when they look at them." Wang Laoqiang saw Zhang Taiping. He came out and said.

In the yard, Ghost Face was basking in the sun, putting his head on the ground without even looking at it. A Huang was in almost the same posture on the other side of the yard, farthest from Ghost Face. Only the lion stood in the middle of the yard, looking at Wang Laoqiang. Until the owner comes out and wag his tail.

"That means he looks fierce, but he won't bite easily." Zhang Taiping said with a smile.

Wang Laoqiang said: "If you don't bite people easily, people won't dare to come forward. If you bite people easily again, then it's okay. Such a big dog is probably about the same as a tiger."

Zhang Taiping smiled, shook his head and asked, "What do you want from me?"

"I haven't played the drum during the Chinese New Year in several years. The village has changed a lot this year. The old village chief is planning to organize people to play the drum. Will you go?" Wang Laoqiang said.

Before this year, the village was definitely considered an extremely poor village. Many people were worried about celebrating the New Year and had no mood to beat drums or gongs. Only when material life improves, people will start to pay attention to spiritual and cultural life.

"This is a good thing, let's go together." Zhang Taiping said.

Zhang Taiping went into the house, put a pack of cigarettes in his pocket, and then walked with Wang Laoqiang towards the old village chief's house.

A crowd of people had gathered in front of the courtyard of the village chief's house, including men, women, old and young, and most of them were children. Children all like the excitement and will go wherever there is excitement.

After Zhang Taiping came over, he took out his cigarette and handed one out to everyone he saw. After a while, he stopped smoking.

"Brother, give me one too." Wang Peng said to Zhang Taiping because he was not allowed to smoke at home these days.

Zhang Taiping shook the cigarette case downward and said, "It's over. Your wife is pregnant, so it's right not to smoke at home."

"Yeah." Wang Peng nodded and said, "So I haven't smoked a cigarette at home these days. I can only sneak out to smoke a few. The cigarettes were confiscated when I came out today."

"Isn't this turning into bronchitis?" Wang Laoqiang handed over his cigarette and said, "If you don't think it's low-grade, you can smoke mine, five yuan a box of Monkey King."

Wang Peng took two of them, pinned one to his ears, and stuffed the other into his mouth. After lighting it, he took a deep breath and said, "This is what my eldest brother and I used to smoke. Can we still control it now? Some smoke." That’s it.”

Wang Laoqiang gave him the whole package and said, "Just take it all."

"Then I'm welcome." Wang Peng stuffed the entire pack of cigarettes into his pocket.

"A pack of cigarettes, why are you so polite?" Wang Laoqiang said with a smile.

A large group of people were waiting for a cigarette in front of the old village chief's house but no object came. Zhang Taiping asked the two of them, "Why don't you see anything?"

Wang Peng shook his head and said, "I just came here too. I don't know what's going on."

Wang Laoqiang said: "The things are still in the venue, my uncle and Wang Gui went to get them."

While the three of them were talking, the old village chief came over from the farm with six or seven people, followed by Wang Gui's small motorcycle three-wheeler and the big drum.

"Oh, I haven't touched these things for a long time, and many of them have been bitten by rats." The old village chief came over and said, "Especially the big drum, which has been bitten. It can't be beaten for the time being. It needs to be cleaned up."

Nowadays, the drums played by folk in rural areas during the New Year or festivals can be classified as large drums. They look somewhat similar to war drums, but they are larger than war drums.

It is produced by two thick wooden hammers. The center of the drum has a low and deep sound, and the sound becomes higher and more solid toward the edge. Since the timbre of each circle from the center to the edge is different, these changes can be used to enrich the playing.

It has expressive power. There are various percussion methods, including single click, double click, tap, muffled hit, pressing, rocking and rolling, etc.

The bass drum has a large drum surface, the volume can change from very weak to very strong, and the intensity can change greatly, which can play a great role in rendering the mood and atmosphere. The sound can be integrated with the band and strengthen the bass of the band. It can also be played solo or

Used as an effect instrument to imitate thunder and cannon sounds.

Most drum heads are made of cowhide or python skin, but this drum has a diameter of one meter. It is estimated that such a large python skin cannot be found, so it is naturally made of cowhide. Now a hole has been chewed on the edge by a mouse, and the air is leaking.

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Wang Laoqiang rolled his buttocks, picked up the drumstick and knocked twice on the intact side. The sound could still come out, but it was not as loud as when it was intact.

Wang Peng said: "It's okay."

Wang Laoqiang shook his head and said, "Take this out and make people laugh."

"Uncle, what should we do?" someone asked the old village chief.

The old village chief said: "I've sent someone over to call Old Man Qian. Just wait for him to come over and patch it up. You guys clean up the other things first. They've been a little dirty since they've been there for a long time."

There were dozens of people gathered here. Almost all the people who had nothing to do were here. It was definitely crowded. After hearing the old village chief's words, everyone was afraid of falling behind and immediately snatched up the gongs, clips and other items on the ground.

Wang Peng grabbed one and came over. When he saw Zhang Taiping and Wang Laoqiang standing still, he asked, "Why don't you grab one?"

Zhang Taiping said: "I'll play the drum in a while, this will give me some energy."

Wang Peng asked Wang Laoqiang: "Are you going to play the drum too?"

Wang Laoqiang shook his head and said: "One person is enough to play the drum. I won't have to fight for it. It will take a long time. I will just replace whoever is tired."

"Then you can just replace me when the time comes." Wang Peng said. Then he went into the old village chief's house to find water to clean the clips he grabbed.

It didn't take long for old man Qian to follow Wang Gui.

The old village chief asked: "Old Qian, can you fix it?"

"This is simple." Old Man Qian looked at the big hole on the edge of the drum and said, "But you have to find a piece of dry cowhide first."

Without saying a word, the old village chief went into the house and took out a piece of cowhide as big as a plate and asked, "Is this enough?"

"That's enough." Old Man Qian took the cowhide and looked at it and said, "But it's a little wet. After patching it, it will dry out and it will be the same as if it was not patched. You still have to find an iron plate to make a fire again."

The old village chief didn't need to bother with this. Someone brought a pile of firewood and started a fire by the river.

In the middle of winter, a group of people gathered around the fire to warm their hands and watch Old Man Qian mending the drum. From time to time he would tell two silly jokes and burst into laughter. The atmosphere was quite lively.

Old man Qian put the iron plate on the fire, and after it was roasted red, he took the cowhide in his hand and placed it on the red iron plate, shaking it continuously without touching the iron plate. After half an hour, he took the cowhide and put it on the iron plate, which was as big as a plate.

The cowhide is baked dry and has no wrinkles.

Then he took it to the big drum, made some gestures, and cut off a piece with scissors. He said to the crowd warming up by the fire: "Come over and help two people."

The two people used their hands to pull the cowhide over the holes to keep it taut. Then Old Man Qian sewed it up with a thin thread made of unknown animal tendon, and finally applied a layer of strong glue on it.

Covers the gaps.

"Okay." Old Man Qian stopped and stood up and said, "Try it."

Immediately someone picked up the drumstick and beat it hard.

"Boom!"

An eardrum-shaking sound came out, which was twice as loud as the previous sound.