portable space

Wang Laoqiang said to the old village chief: "Uncle, why don't you move the guy to the car and let's swim around the village and knock it again?"

"That's it!" the old village chief said, "Wang Gui, please bring the car over."

Wang Gui drove the pickup truck over, and everyone was busy loading the drum into the car. There were a lot of people, and the drum stand in the car took up a lot of space, and many people couldn't get in.

The old village chief said: "Drive slowly, and those who can't get in the car will follow." He didn't get in the car himself.

Wukong didn't have such pride, so he got into the car with a chirp and squeezed into the crowd.

"Commander, your monkey is here too." Someone laughed and said.

Zhang Taiping smiled when he saw Wukong still holding the gong in his hand, and said to the man: "Just leave it alone."

Wang Gui drove his pick-up truck around the village, and he remembered the loud sound of gongs and drums wherever he passed. People came out of their houses to watch, and some even brought out one or two strings of firecrackers to set off. The lively sound of the crowd

, the sound of drums and the crackling of firecrackers added a lot of youthful atmosphere.

After walking around the village, he did not stop, but went directly towards the village of Fengyukou outside. The noisy gongs and drums echoed among the mountains, as if the mountains had woken up from hibernation and praised.

With this inspiring voice.

Fengyukou Village is much larger than Wangjiagou. The pickup truck playing gongs and drums immediately attracted a group of people as soon as it drove in.

A man handed out a cigarette to the old village chief and said: "Uncle Wang, your village is very active this year. You started before we started. It seems that this year's harvest is good, and everyone's life is prosperous."

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The old village chief took the cigarette and said with a smile: "Compared with your village, the small village is still far behind. Isn't this just for fun? I haven't done anything for many years."

"There is a hot spring in your village now. As long as you do a good job in promoting it, you won't have to worry about getting rich." The man said, "By then, under the leadership of my uncle, Wangjiagou will definitely surpass our village."

Who doesn't like to hear good words? Moreover, the old village chief's greatest wish is to lead the whole village to a well-off society. Now, there is just this opportunity. The man's words have touched the heart of the old village chief. There is a smile on his face unconsciously.

Then he laughed, like chrysanthemums blooming in autumn, and said with a loud smile: "Then I'll lend you some good luck, haha."

The two villages had some disagreements before, but it was not a grudge. It was just a minor conflict between the villages because the merger could not be negotiated. Now they have become partners because of the joint development of hot springs. In fact, they are no different from the same village.

Therefore, after the gongs and drums team entered the big village, the sound of firecrackers immediately started ringing in succession. From this, we can also see the difference between the economic levels of the two villages.

Almost all the people who worked outside during the Chinese New Year came back. When they heard the sound of gongs and drums, they all gathered around. Some people couldn't help but beat it because their hands were itchy. The scene was really lively.

As soon as Zhang Taiping gave up the drumstick to others and squeezed out from the crowd, he was grabbed by someone. He turned around and saw that it was Zhang Gouwa who he had met several times.

"Why didn't the commander bring the big dog with him today?" Zhang Gouwa asked.

Zhang Taiping shook his head and said: "They are all at home and have not come out."

"That's a pity." Zhang Gouwa sighed and said, "Those big dogs of yours are the best among dogs. I also want them to play with my two Tibetan mastiffs."

Zhang Taiping said: "You can bring your dogs over some other time. One of the puppies in my house has also grown up. Then let them figure out things together."

"That's great!" Zhang Gouwa laughed and said, "How does that little Tibetan Mastiff look like?"

He was asking about the little Tibetan mastiff that Zhang Taiping had captured from him. However, Zhang Taiping gave that one to someone else. Now he didn’t know the condition of the puppy. He shook his head and said, "That was for someone else."

Yeah, I haven’t seen him for a while and I don’t know the specific situation, but that friend of mine also loves dogs, so I definitely can’t treat him badly.”

"That's good."

Zhang Taiping asked: "What did you do with the remaining bastards in the end?"

Zhang Gouwa replied: "I bought the others, but I only kept one for myself. It is half full-grown now, but it is a good breed, with some of its father's momentum."

We talked a lot about dogs with people who love dogs. The two of us smoked two cigarettes and talked happily.

At the end of the day, Zhang Gouwa looked at his watch and said: "It's eleven o'clock, it's almost lunch time. Since you're here, don't go back today at noon. Let's go to my house and have a few drinks!"

Just as Zhang Taiping was about to refuse, he heard the sound of gongs and drums in the distance, and they were approaching, and both of them looked in that direction.

"Hey, fire up a team!" Zhang Gouwa said with a smile.

The so-called "burning" means to arouse. Before having fun in a big village, it often starts with beating gongs and drums. Just like Zhang Taiping and others today, they beat gongs and drums and wander around the village. People who love the excitement can't help but

Then the whole village will be filled with lively atmosphere in two or three days, just like fermentation, with yeast spread, and finally the unique rural New Year literature and art - Shehuo will be fermented.

Zhang Taiping glanced around and saw that the people coming were from the fifth village group of Fengyukou Village. Fengyukou is a big village, and one group is equivalent to the size of the entire village of Wangjiagou. There were a lot of people coming. They were also pulled by a car.

The drummers, gong and clamp players followed, and stopped when they arrived.

A young man came over and said, "Let's have a competition. How exciting is it?"

No one on top would be afraid of the other party in this kind of thing. Zhang Taiping and the others immediately responded. Wang Laoqiang shouted in a loud voice: "It's a competition, are you scared?"

The scene instantly became heated, with some people shouting: "How can there be no prize in the game? Do you think so?" The people around him responded immediately.

In the past, people in Wangjiagou would have been worried about what they would do if they lost, but now they are not worried at all. One is that everyone’s input has increased significantly this year, more than ten times more than before.

It’s no exaggeration to say that having money in your pocket gives you confidence. In addition, everyone has seen Zhang Taiping’s skill in playing the drums. With Zhang Taiping as a drummer who is easy to lead, there is no need to worry about losing.

"The lottery is the lottery, who is afraid of whom?" Wang Laoqiang, the young man who came over to issue a challenge, said, "What lottery do you think it is?"

"How about a box of good cats?"

The consumption level in rural areas is not high, and there are few expensive cigarettes such as Zhonghua that cost hundreds of dollars per box. Haomao is considered a good cigarette. A box of Haomao costs 25 or 6 yuan, and a box only costs 4,000 to 5,000 yuan.

Not a lot.

Wang Laoqiang waved his hand and said: "Okay! Just a box of good cats!"

After discussing it, both sides got ready.

"Commander, Commander, come here quickly, win the cigarette!" Wang Laoqiang stood in the car and shouted towards Zhang Taiping.

Zhang Taiping walked over and got into the car directly, holding the drumstick in his hand.

Wang Laoqiang patted him on the shoulder and said: "Commander, whether everyone can have a good smoke today depends entirely on you."

Zhang Taiping showed a rare wild attitude and said: "Don't worry, this box of cigarettes will definitely win today."

It's all about tapping, and there's no one to judge who does well and who doesn't do well, so the competition is not about sound, but about who can knock more cycles.

After the person next to him started, the gongs and drums on both sides started to sound at the same time. The superimposed huge sound changed all the sounds. It was really shocking!

In the first five cycles, the people on both sides basically followed the same rhythm, just like a gong and drum team beating, and it was impossible to tell who was strong and who was weak. But by the sixth cycle, the speed of the other side was rarely lagging behind, and Zhang Taiping

It's still compact here, and the sound is immediately differentiated.

But what everyone hears now is not the sound, but the cycle of waiting for who can persist more.

In the seventh cycle, the gongs and drums team there were no longer as good as the cotton thread, but Zhang Taiping's team was still neat and rhythmic, with a rainbow of momentum.

On the eighth cycle, the gongs and drums team over there finally couldn't keep up the rhythm and became a mess, so they had no choice but to stop. According to past experience, a gongs and drums team that can play eight cycles is considered good, and Zhang Taiping

This side is still beating like rain, and it has passed eight cycles.

The outcome was decided, but they didn't stop and headed straight for the ninth cycle, which was a bit surprising.

It wasn't until the nine Xunhua hammerings were finished that Zhang Taiping hit the hammer twice to stop the hammering. After the hearty hammering, everyone started laughing.