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Chapter 162 Chapter 162: Night Roar

Dinner was eaten at sister Pang Xiaoxiao's house.

In the afternoon, it was originally expected that the rice field would be harvested before dinner today, so it was a few hours earlier.

Either way, Pang Xiaoxiao's family had a rare rest, so they decided to harvest other rice fields tomorrow.

So in the afternoon, when grandma came home, she went out with Pang Xiaoxiao to buy fish and sell meat, and started cooking.

It was almost five o'clock, Pang Xiaoxiao called Shen Nian and others.

As a thank you banquet, it is also a reunion banquet.

Thanks to Shen Nian and others for helping to harvest the rice, the reunion is because after everyone came out together, they gathered together once, so this time, Pang Xiaoxiao, as the host, decided to cook a table meal at home to thank everyone.

Shen Nian and the others bought rice oil and fruit again, and went to Senior Sister Pang Xiaoxiao's house with a lot of noise.

There are already two large tables put together at home. The tables are filled with dishes. Some hot dishes need to be covered with bowls, and some cold dishes have been arranged neatly.

Qingqing sat on a small bench and gnawed on a tiger skin chicken paw, her mouth was covered with oil, but she didn't care to wipe it off.

Grandpa put on clean clothes, and was leaning on a chair by the wall, smoking a pipe.

Pang Xiaoxiao and grandma were busy on the stove, seeing Shen Nian and others coming in, so they greeted while they were busy: "You guys sit down first, we still have one more dish to eat."

After sitting down, I found that the shared table just fit all of them.

The girls didn't expect the boys to help with work in the afternoon, they thought the boys were just invited to play games in the Internet cafe.

The girls who did not go all said that they would also help go to the fields tomorrow, and they were very positive in their language.

Shen Nian didn't say a word, she said in her heart that you guys are really going, and it would take more effort to help comfort you.

This meal took a long time, mainly because according to rural customs, you have to drink soda first, then drink, then eat, and then drink and eat while chatting, so chatting, the sky outside the house darkened, and the people in the room Pulled on the white light tube.

Moths and mosquitoes searched for the light source and flew into the house and circled around under the light. Someone’s dog in the town smelled the scent, and opened his head to look at the door, not daring to enter.

After drinking a few bowls of wine, Grandpa Pang couldn't control his mouth, and dragged Shen Nian and the others to chatter and shout.

"Let me tell you, when I had nothing to do, I often went to the seats. The seats are for happy and funeral events. Please let me sing a few lines. For happy events, we sing festive and lively songs. For funerals, we sing sad words. Those filial sons are filial Sun knelt down at my feet, alas, it’s really not as good as the previous generation, getting married and singing in a band, dead parents playing disco on the grave, according to my temper back then, I just want to go up and kick them a few times.”

Although Shen Nian and the others knew that the old man was talking drunkenly, he also knew that the current cultural inheritance was difficult, and after all, it was the outflow of people.

Those who can sing and shout are old people, and those young people are only willing to run into the city. After all, the things left by their ancestors can no longer make ends meet.

Although Grandpa Pang vomited bitterness, it was still the effect of some alcohol. In fact, he himself was not drunk after all.

He stood up without staggering, and said to everyone: "I know you guys are interested in Hu Nayao, come on, let's go upstairs."

Everyone finished eating. I didn't know what the old man meant, but seeing grandma didn't stop her, so everyone followed Grandpa Pang upstairs.

I thought I was going to see some cheats or teaching content, but Grandpa Pang was thinking all the way to the top of the building.

There are no lights on the roof, but the moon and stars are sparse in the sky, and the air seems to be separated by a thin layer of mist, which is hazy and dreamy.

When Shen Nian and the others were in the city, it was rare for them to be able to see such a large expanse of bright moonlit night sky. Most of them looked out of the windows from the [-]th or [-]th floors, and they could see a bright moon hanging in the sky. Competing for this originally small field of vision.

Looking at it now, I can see the bright moon hanging high in the sky, the low buildings in the town and the distant mountains are mixed in this night, and the river in the distance is like a sky ribbon, or like a black dragon lying on the ground, in black and yellow. winding in the river valley.

Beauty, very beautiful, in this fast-paced era, it is difficult for people to have time to stop and enjoy the beauty of this moment.

There are many concrete walls upstairs, which can be used as stone benches. Everyone sat on them, enjoying the night and tranquility.

It seemed that everyone had forgotten that the first time he came upstairs was because the old man said he wanted to introduce Hu Nashao.

But the old man did not forget, he walked to the edge of the house, the dry smoke knocked against the wall, and countless sparks shook from the bong and disappeared.

"Hey vomit"

The old man broke the silence by opening his mouth suddenly, and sang to the bright moon:
"The first month is the New Year,

The long-term worker is so pitiful!

Carrying luggage, go to call [-]
Hard work for half a year!

Carry it, luggage, go get [-]
Hard work for half a year!

Peach blossoms are red in March,

The long-term workers work in the morning,
Chopping firewood, planting ground, grinding, and picking F buckets Hey, hey,

I hate myself for being too poor and lazy Hey hey!
Chopping firewood, planting ground, grinding, and picking F buckets Hey, hey,

Why am I vomiting like this?
Duanyang Festival in May,
Sowing seedlings and reaping wheat,

Two or three pieces of my waist were broken.

Who am I to say hello to when I’m so exhausted?

Two or three pieces of my waist are broken
Who knows if I hurt to death?

Rice is yellow in October,

I hate Hades to death,
Turn me into a different person and live in this world!

It’s so hard to be tired!

I hate Hades to death,
Turn me into a different person and live in this world!

What a burden!
I have been working long-term for a year,
Settle accounts with the rich man!

More than half of the [-]% off, [-]% off,

I'll return it empty-handed!
More than half of the [-]% off, [-]% off,

I'll return it empty-handed!
I met a landlord's daughter,
I want to bring her back,
Why are they all the same mother?

Fate is not ordinary,
Fate is full and clothed warmly,
If my life is not good, I can only ruthlessly break my love.

I hate Hades to death,
Turn me into a different person and live in this world!

"

The singing sobbed, like pouring out, resounding through the hazy night sky.

Although there is no such thing as not being able to eat enough and not warm enough now, but the more rapidly the society develops, you will find that they have really fallen behind the times.

Fate is ups and downs. In many corners of society, there are still people who don't have enough food and clothing, and people who are still struggling in pain.

The moonlight is like water, sprinkled on the lights of thousands of houses, and a group of people below are performing the joys and sorrows of life.

Obviously, the neighbors don't care about such singing. If it is in the city, it is estimated that they will be accused of disturbing the people.

It turned out that just now Grandpa Pang told everyone to come upstairs to sing, so Hu Nahou had to shout instead of singing in a small room.

Shen Nian and the others seemed to understand some of the true meaning of folk songs.

The old lady from the next door looked up with her rice bowl and shouted, "Old man Pang, sing one more."

　The lyrics of Hu Nailing are different from what I wrote. What I wrote was made up and adapted. I just want to promote Hu Naopao and let more people know about this kind of folk song.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)