Music Department Games

Chapter 160 Chapter 160: Nightingale

After drinking half a can of beverage, when Pang Xiaoxiao's persuasion was useless, Shen Nian and the others went back to work.

Zuo Yuanxin didn't know where to find a sawtooth sickle, and joined the rice cutting team.

The task of teaching her the skills of harvesting rice was naturally handed over to Shen Nian. Although she learned it quickly, she was still weak after all, and her working speed was still not as fast as that of Shen Nian and other boys.

Pang Xiaoxiao called her to join her, and the two girls had something to say, both at about the same speed.

Shen Nian thought that the pain they had encountered before also happened to Zuo Yuanxin. She felt that her eyes were black and she was about to suffer from heat stroke.

These are the hard parts of doing farm work, but they don't really reach the level of heat stroke.

She grew up in a wealthy family. Although she was not spoiled, she was a girl who seldom did housework on weekdays. Now she went directly to the fields to do farm work. For her, this must be a torment.

But in the end, she saw that her grandparents were still working and smiling at such a great age, so she didn't feel tired anymore.

Grandpa was very happy to have everyone's help, and said, "I'll give you a few shouts to encourage everyone."

In rural areas, there are many chants, also called labor chants and whistles. It is a folk song sung along with labor and spread in rural areas all over the country.There is a record in the pre-Qin classic "Lu Shi Chunqiu": "Today's husband who lifts a big tree calls 'Xie Xu' in front of him, and he responds to it later. This is also a song of persuasion." A realistic description of shouting chants.Moreover, a very simple and very important truth is also stated: as early as in the primitive era, anyone who "lifts weight" must sing "songs of persuasion".The so-called "song of persuasion" is the labor chant later.In modern times, especially when the Communist Party is working collectively, rammed earth often sings this kind of chant, in order to encourage everyone, and also to unify labor and give orders with rhythm.

Therefore, if one person shouts twice during farming, everyone will be full of energy.

Shen Nian and the others naturally knew that they wanted to hear it. In fact, they knew that Grandpa Pang should be singing and shouting.

When the golden wind blows,
I sing about the golden autumn of my hometown;

The fragrance of laurel flowers spreads through the bamboo tower,

The aroma of glutinous rice wine filled the window;

Why! ~Hey! ~ I want to ask when my hometown is the most beautiful;
That's when the golden wind blows.

Why! ~Hey! ~
If you want to ask me about the most beautiful time in my hometown,
That's when the golden wind blows.

Come, come, come, come, come.
Grandpa Pang raised his head, his mouth opened wide, and the veins on his neck popped out because of the pitch of his voice.

The singing sound echoed in the rushing of the rice waves, and the rice harvesting farmers over there looked up and looked up when they saw the singing here.

Someone shouted over there: "Old man Pang, your voice is not the same as it used to be!"

Grandpa Pang said: "It's natural. I haven't lost all these skills over the years."

The other side laughed, and then continued to lower their heads to cut the rice stalks.

Shen Nian and the others simply stopped what they were doing and stared at Grandpa Pang's neck since he spoke.

See how grandpa made such a sharp sound from the windpipe inside.

They only heard grandpa singing higher and higher, and they began to frown unconsciously, really afraid that grandpa would accidentally break the sound.

Fortunately, grandpa blushed at last and finished singing, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

It's just that everyone looked a little silly, because how did the volume make the volume so high?

Music students, especially students majoring in vocal music, will study a problem, that is, how to develop their voice to the extreme and make a higher voice.

As mentioned earlier, although the pitch does not mean that the tone is good, but the pitch represents the degree of development of your body.

If the pitch is high and stable, then your vocal music will naturally be good.

This is common sense.

Art candidates go from not being able to make a sound to finally making that terrifying sound step by step.

Of course, it also made everyone understand one thing, that is, talent is really important. I believe that if Senior Pang Xiaoxiao's talent is not good, she can pass the exam in a small training class in a county?
Just like a lot of chicken soup on the Internet, about starting from scratch, and how hard you worked hard in the past to get everything you have now, this has caused many people to eat poisonous chicken soup, thinking that hard work will be useful, but you don’t know that the other person is just a pile of gold. It's just that you discovered it late, and you are a piece of rotten iron. If you try your best, you will never turn into gold!

Shen Nian and others wanted this way of speaking, which could well make up for their inherent deficiencies.

Or apply this teaching method to teaching.

These thoughts just flashed through my mind, and then everyone applauded, still feeling that I couldn't sing so high.

At this time, three more people came, they were the three boys who hadn't come just now, Dai Jingzhi, Chen Ming and Lin Ran.

"We heard Grandpa's voice from a long distance away, so we came here without asking." Chen Ming said.

So there were three more people in the team again, and people were everywhere in the small rice field of an acre.

It only took one hour for everyone in this paddy field to pick and bag all the rice.

It is true that there are more people and more strength is true. In addition, Grandpa would stop from time to time and yell twice. Everyone became motivated again, and suddenly the waves of rice fell like mountains.

More than a dozen sacks of rice were packed and piled up on the field ridges one by one.

Everyone sat on the sacks and ate the popsicles Zuo Yuanxin had just run to town to buy. Some of the cream popsicles melted and fell on their clothes, but no one felt dirty.

Qingqing was too short, so she had to sit on the ridge of the field. She ate the popsicle by herself. The cream covered her mouth, and she couldn't eat it as fast as the popsicle melted.

Now at three o'clock in the afternoon, it is the time when the sun is the most vicious. After eating the popsicles, everyone starts to feel hot.

The grandparents asked them to go back, but Shen Nian had already carried a bag of rice and said, "When we go back, we will naturally carry the rice back with us."

In fact, this bag of rice is about [-] catties. Shen Nian usually starts crying when he lifts it up. Heavy.

The rest of the boys also picked up the rice sacks, stepped on the green grass on the ridge, and walked towards the town, and their grandparents couldn't stop them.

Presumably, everyone should be the same as Shen Nian. They would definitely not be able to carry such a heavy weight on weekdays, but when the real responsibility comes, weight is never the first factor that hinders people.

Of course, there are also those who can't carry it, such as Zuo Yuanxin.

This is a physical factor. As I said before, success does not depend on hard work.

One hundred catties is indeed a weight that a normal man can bear, but for a thin girl, this is indeed an unshakable weight.

Fortunately, there was one less bag than people, so in the end she had to hold Qingqing's hand and follow in the middle of the team.

(End of this chapter)