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"Now that the drum is ready, let's start." Wang Peng shouted.

"Let's begin." The old village chief also spoke.

The people holding the dick all started to move, and the scene was very noisy and lively.

The old village chief looked at such a lively scene and the smiles on the faces of the villagers, and sighed slightly in his heart. The village has not been so lively for many years. All these changes are due to the improvement of the economic level. What happened in the village

Could it be that the whole thing had a huge root cause with Zhang Taiping?

He waved to Zhang Taiping and said, "Commander, come and play the drum."

Zhang Taiping himself had not played this thing for several years, so he did not refuse. He walked over and picked up the drumsticks and tried it twice. Beating the drum is completely a physical reaction, and there is no need to use your brain. As long as you have played it before and you are familiar with the tune.

, as soon as you get started, you can knock it down with your body's reaction.

"Boom, boom, boom, boom!"

"Boom, boom, boom, boom!"

First, he struck the starting tune twice to remind everyone to get ready, and then entered the rhythm. After the drums sounded, the clips and gongs started to follow the drum beats. Suddenly, the powerful and clear sounds were mixed together into an exciting song.

The melody spreads far and wide among the mountains and fields.

Beating gongs and drums can be regarded as one of the traditional Chinese customs. It is spread all over the country. However, due to the different cultures and people's personalities in different places, the tunes are also different. In the south, the rhythm is mostly neither urgent nor slow, and the sound is not loud.

Some people have a somewhat elongated tone; but in the north, most of them have a fast and urgent tone.

The tune is not long, so it is easy to memorize and can be played once in two or three minutes. However, Zhang Taiping and his team's tapping method here is layer by layer from slow to fast. The rhythm of the clips and gongs are all followed.

The rhythm of the drums moves along, so the rhythm of the whole process is completely controlled by the drummer's hands.

During the first play, Zhang Taiping's drum beat was not fast, and everyone's rhythm was also not fast. The drums were played very leisurely and elegantly.

In the second loop, the drum speed speeds up a little, and the entire rhythm also speeds up.

The third cycle, the fourth cycle...the speed is superimposed layer by layer. By the eighth cycle, the drum sound is as fast as a shower, driving the clips and gongs to follow, and it is so fast that it makes people's wrists

Sour.

Zhang Taiping felt so happy when he played the drum. This exciting thumping sound made it easy for people to devote themselves wholeheartedly to it. The other people who were playing were all the same. Although it was the middle of winter, everyone's body was filled with excitement.

All steaming.

It takes nine cycles to knock it all over again. Originally, there should be no upper limit to this. However, after years of accumulated experience, people have concluded that generally when it reaches nine cycles, the speed reaches the limit of what a person can play perfectly. No matter how fast it is, it will be impossible to keep up.

It's in tune, so it's made into nine cycles.

At the ninth cycle, some people couldn't keep up, and noise began to appear. Anyone who can complete the nine cycles is definitely considered a good player.

After the last drum beat stopped, the sound of clamps and gongs also stopped. Everyone was panting, but their faces were filled with joy.

One person gasped and said, "The commander is really good at drumming."

Beating all nine cycles of a tune in the first pass is definitely a credit to the drummer. Usually, if everyone is playing, they will stop after seven cycles at most. Very few people can play directly in one breath.

After beating nine cycles, this is not only a test of smoothness but also a test of the physical strength of the drummer.

The old village chief said: "Yes, yes, I think, Marshal, you can definitely become the leader of our village's gong and drum troupe in the future."

"Yes, yes." Everyone agreed.

Zhang Taiping shook his head and said, "You can come to me if you want to play drums. Let's forget about the leader above." He really had no interest in the leader above.

The old village chief said: "The whole process of beating is to follow the sound of the drum. The drummer is the backbone of the entire gong and drum team. According to the rules, the person who can play the drum is naturally the leader. Old man Qian and old uncle are old and cannot keep up.

Come on, otherwise the title of leader wouldn’t be your turn. I think we were both famous drummers in the area back then.”

After resting for a while and changing a few people, everyone started drumming again. The sound of drums attracted more villagers, making the entrance of the old village chief's house even more lively.

Wukong and Fan Ming, who liked to join in the fun, also ran over, followed by two little girls, Yaya and Tiantian.

Wukong's eyes lit up when he saw the gongs in everyone's hands, and he jumped up and down excitedly. It seemed that monkeys were born to be circus performers and had a natural love for these things.

The new little monkey was okay. He just jumped around the outside of the crowd and looked in, and did not dare to go into the crowd. But Wukong no longer had any fear of humans, and his small body was smooth and fast in the crowd.

While walking through it, my eyes were still rolling, not knowing what bad idea I had in mind.

After spinning around for a week, it finally set its sights on a target, jumped next to the man while the man was not paying attention, and snatched the gong from the man's hand.

"Alas!" The man was startled without noticing. He turned around and saw that it was Wukong, and said, "What are you doing here, monkey? Give me the gong right away."

Wukong only grabbed the gong but no gong mallet, so he still couldn't beat it. Instead of returning the gong, he squeaked twice at the man, made a beating motion, and then stretched out a

I want that gong mallet.

"You can't knock it anymore, give me the gong quickly." He said and walked towards Wukong.

Wukong bared his teeth and jumped back.

"Hey! Wukong wants to play the gong too?" Wang Gui came over and said after seeing the scene here.

Wukong could understand the human language, and he shouted twice and nodded wildly. He also pointed at the gong hammer in the man's hand.

Wang Gui said to the man: "Throw the gong mallet to it and let it try. Maybe it can cultivate a highlight of Shehuo."

The man threw the gong mallet to Wukong, and then asked Wang Gui: "Is our village also preparing for social fire this year?"

Wang Gui said: "The village has not held a community fire for several years. My dad has this intention this year, but I don't know what everyone thinks."

"Everyone must support the idea." The man said affirmatively, "Our village has not held an event in many years, so we should hold one this year to make it more lively."

"Then let's discuss it when we get down." Wang Gui said, "It's after the New Year anyway, so there's no rush now." Shehuo is usually held around the Lantern Festival on the 15th day of the first lunar month.

Naturally, Wukong knocked randomly without understanding the rhythm, but he also got into the crowd and came to Zhang Taiping, knocking randomly. Although there was noise in the team, everyone else was immersed in the fast rhythm.

Pay attention to Wukong who is causing trouble.

Unlike others, Wukong was also a little anxious.

At this time, Fan Ming pulled Wukong out from the crowd. Wukong quickly hid the gong behind his back and looked at Fan Ming warily, lest she steal his gong.

Fan Ming knocked it on the head and said, "I'm not you, and I won't steal your things."

Wukong grinned and still hugged the gong tightly, obviously not convinced by Fan Ming's words.

Fan Ming did not argue with it, but asked: "Don't you know how to knock?"

Wukong nodded.

"Do you knock differently from others?"

Wukong nodded again.

"Then you have to watch what others do and learn from it." He pointed to a person nearby and said, "Look at this person, stop when he stops, and knock when he knocks."

Wukong's eyes lit up and he quickly stared at the man's hand. When the man knocked, he quickly followed suit. When the man stopped, he quickly stopped. Although he still couldn't keep up with the rhythm and had no tune, he still couldn't keep up with the rhythm and had no tune.

At least it doesn't produce such obvious noise.

"Zhizhi!" Wukong flipped excitedly.

Fan Ming knocked it on the head again and said: "Don't be proud, learn quickly."

This time, Wukong did not blame Fan Ming for beating him, and quickly stared at the movements of the man's hands. They said that monkeys are hot for three minutes, but Wukong seemed to have unusual patience in this matter.

Fan Ming looked at the way it looked interesting, and thought to herself, "Wukong's learning ability is quite good. It seems that he will need to train his gong-playing ability after he returns."