Music Department Games

Chapter 196 Chapter 196: The Fishing Boat Sings the Night

Naturally, Shen Nian wasn't really idle in Ningzhou City. He first arranged professors such as Zhang Yu. received a lot of professional guidance.

The most important thing is that Shen Nian also consulted Professor Zhang Yu on the choice of opening topic. They study and often write reports at work, so Shen Nian also learned a lot of writing methods that cater to the taste of the audience.

Through the recommendation of Professor Zhang Yu, Shen Nian found an artist from the Ningzhou Cultural and Art Troupe. He specialized in performing local operas. He had followed Hu Shouchang's research and singing for a lifetime. He had a lot of theoretical knowledge that working people in rural areas didn't know. They are all being sorted out, so we have a good argument for opening the topic.

As mentioned above, Shen Nian was guided by Professor Zhang Yu in choosing the topic. Before Pang Xiaoxiao and the others came back from their research, Shen Nian had already started the topic and submitted the proposal.

The topic is about the relationship between the research on the dissemination of traditional culture and modern cultural media, and it is about the sustainable development of traditional culture and traffic.

To put it simply, traditional culture is monetized through traffic and a cultural media company is established.

The proposal for opening the topic is to demonstrate the feasibility of this method.

This kind of attempt is not common in the market. Most of the current media companies use them to monetize the traffic and topics, mainly to make profits.

And Shen Nian's method is to start a business and make a profit on the basis of cultural inheritance.

When the stipulated time came, Shen Nian sealed the proposal book and handed in the report with Pang Xiaoxiao as the representative and Professor Zhang Yu as the instructor.

Many of the things in the group have not been used yet. Now it is just a topic, and these materials will be used for sustainable development and business creation in the future.

Zuo Yuanxin's leg is almost healed, and the stitches were removed a few days ago, but it will take some time for the tendon to recover, but she can still walk normally, but the movement is very inconvenient and not very fast.

Wang Hong and the others were worried to death at first, for fear that Zuo Yuanxin would miss her homework and find time to give her tutoring, and said that the three of them in their dormitory could carry her to the classroom in class, but in the morning of the next day, Shen Nian Appearing downstairs in the dormitory, Wang Hong and the others just smiled awkwardly.Seeing the two of them walking into the crowd with their arms, Wang Hong cursed in his heart: "Next time, I will never rob people with Shen Nian again. If you make such an opinion, isn't it just looking for dog food for yourself?"

Zuo Yuanxin received a lot of greetings in the class, most of them were concerned about her injury, and some were trying to make things worse for Zhang Qingyun.

However, Zhang Qingyun never arrived late and left early, and became an obedient socialist college student.

But he still glanced at Zuo Yuanxin from time to time, seeing Shen Nian and Zuo Yuanxin flirting while learning English, he still felt somewhat unhappy.

While this wonderful university life was going on happily, Feng Yi and others were struggling with time and the rugged mountain roads all day long.

Crossing mountains and ridges, walking through villages and villages, the car sometimes drives on the flat river beach, and sometimes passes by the cliffs, sometimes rests in small western-style buildings, and sometimes has several people laying a bed in the farmhouse. Of course, Pang Xiaoxiao Senior sister sleeps in a bed alone.

Vampires such as mosquitoes and leeches often encounter them when they are working in the fields, and small things like fleas and lice also make them upset.

Of course, beautiful mountains and rivers, beautiful scenery and nature are also indispensable, which also makes everyone feel refreshed and lingering.

In short, this trip to the mountain village was a bit pleasant, but also a bit sad.

Don't believe that life in rural areas is very pleasant. In fact, if you think about it carefully, rural areas have advantages and disadvantages. No place is perfect.

Leaving a village, the next marker was clearly circled by senior sister Pang Xiaoxiao. Looking carefully at the name, it was Hekou Town.

When the car drove out of the mountain, they saw the long green water under the bridge. On the other side of the river was the rice field in the river valley that Shen Nian and they saw last time.

Driving through the stone bridge, the cement road passes through the boundless rice field. At this time, there is no rice on the rice field, only the dark paddy field, and the dry rice feet are arranged in rows in an orderly manner. Arranged, some farmers also sprinkled rapeseed and milk vetch seeds on the vacated rice field, and then propped up the seed packets with wooden sticks and inserted them in the field to remind people that there are seeds planted in this field.Some farmers also plowed the ground and planted potatoes, buckwheat, Chinese cabbage, lentils, lettuce, radishes and other seeds in the ground.

The car crossed the rice field, then crossed the bridge, and entered the boundary of Hekou Town.

At this time, the business in the villa was still going on, and it was about to enter winter, and people took advantage of the last bit of heat to take a good bath in the river.

After driving two miles, the car entered Hekou Town, bypassed the street, and parked the car directly in the cement yard of senior Pang Xiaoxiao's house.

Grandpa Pang was sitting on the wooden pier at the door, smoking a pipe. He saw an unfamiliar car parked in his yard, and was about to see who was visiting. Who knew that the people who got out of the car turned out to be his granddaughter and the couple from last time. a young man.

Grandma was picking up the soles of her shoes in the bright light of the door, and Qingqing was playing on the ground with the little toy her sister brought back last time. Seeing Pang Xiaoxiao enter the room, everyone stopped what they were doing and expressed their condolences to Pang Xiaoxiao.

Feng Yi and the others were going to bring gifts, but Pang Xiaoxiao refused. In the end, they had to stop by and buy a small toy for the children. Pang Xiaoxiao was not polite.

Qingqing had met Feng Yi and others last time. Children are like this. If it is the second time to meet this stranger, then this time he will become much more familiar.

After a while of asking for warmth, Grandpa Pang knew that the group of them came to the town to investigate Hu Nailing's culture, and he was a little happy. One was because his daughter was working hard, and the other was that Hu Nailing was also good at it, so he was honored. feel.

Pang Xiaoxiao looked at the time, and it was only after four o'clock in the afternoon, so she helped grandma, cooking and preparing dinner.

"Just now on the way here, we saw the place of Beipu Fisherman's Song. The students said that last time they saw Uncle Zhang singing Hu Nahou there, and thought that Hu Nahao had a beautiful artistic conception, so we decided to wait a while. Just go and listen to it, collect some sounds and videos and go back."

This is what everyone decided when they just passed by, because the scene last time was really beautiful, which may be due to the sound effect, the sound transmission and visual enjoyment, let everyone have endless aftertaste, so everyone They discussed to come here in the evening.

Hearing what Pang Xiaoxiao said, grandma stepped up to cook with Pang Xiaoxiao.

Grandpa Pang's face darkened, he silently smoked a pipe and said, "How can he sing? How can he sing well?"

Pang Xiaoxiao licked the firewood into the fire stove and replied: "You sing well, you sing the best!"

Feng Yi smiled and said: "Grandpa, we are not here to judge who can sing well or not this time, but to see if this art form can develop. What they sang is just for reference. Of course, Grandpa, you We will also have to record the audio and video when the time comes.”

After hearing this, Grandpa softened his expression.

Pang Xiaoxiao said: "My grandpa is like this. Except for him, no one in the town can sing better than him!"

"How can anyone say that about his grandfather?"

Pang Xiaoxiao stuck out her tongue at Grandpa.

Feng Yi and others were stunned, because they had never seen Pang Xiaoxiao do these actions.

Normally, she would be busy doing things, unknown and unnoticed.

Unexpectedly, at home, she turned out to be like this, as if in the outside world, she is just an unhappy child, and the grimace here is the real her.

Feng Yi and others understood the meaning of this.

Although the dinner time is short, it is still considered rich, bacon, river fish, cold dishes, chicken feet, various seasonal vegetables, it looks like people's appetite is greatly increased.

Feng Yi and the others could be regarded as acquaintances, and they could let go of their chopsticks, and ate several large bowls with their mouths covered.

After a big meal, they drove back and forth again.

The fishermen have already assembled in the town, and various white plastic barrels are placed on the tricycle, and they only wait for the barrels to be filled with fishing goods the next day.

The small cars like Feng Yi and others drove very fast, and they came to the river beach in a short while. At this time, the sun was not very sunny, and they were constantly approaching the ridge to the west.

Pang Xiaoxiao got out of the car and walked to the bluestone slab by the river. In her spare time, some women would come here to wash clothes slowly if they didn't want to wash clothes at home. This big slate is for them to wash clothes Prepared.

She took off her shoes, rolled up her trouser legs, and soaked her whole feet in the water. The river water was cool and flowing, as if a person was constantly touching the skin on her feet.

It's a bit cold to take a cold shower now, so Feng Yi and others also sat on the bluestone floor, took off their shoes and socks, and soaked their entire feet in the water.

"Fuck, do you have athlete's foot? Let me go upstream, I don't want to soak in the water you used."

"Go away, you are the only one with athlete's foot. My feet are cleaner than your face."

Wei Zhigang and Chen Qiquan are constantly arguing.

It was rare for Feng Yi to be quiet. When he looked at him, he was staring into the distance in a daze.

"What are you looking at?"

"I'm looking for a feeling?"

"Feel?"

"I want to write poetry!"

"Write poetry?"

"I've made up my mind, I'm going to write a poem!"

Feng Yi stood up, stood barefoot on the bluestone slab, raised his head and chest, and waved his fingers to point to Jiangshan:

"Ah! the mighty river,
You are so clear!

Do you see the mountains in the distance?

We soak our feet in this great river,
this earth,
and the river,
They are all our footbaths! "

Pang Xiaoxiao: ".?"

Wei Zhigang: "."

Chen Qiquan: "."

Looking at the surprised eyes of his friends, Feng Yi was complacent: "How is it? Is there a majestic, majestic, majestic, inclusive momentum? Is it a master of new poetry?"

Pang Xiaoxiao grinned: "Hmm."

Wei Zhigang: "Hehe."

Chen Qiquan: "Hehe."

"Being with you uneducated people really lowered my IQ." Feng Yi put his hands on his hips, and then put his feet in the water, "Do you know why some people are called literary youth? Literary, literary, that is Literature must also be accompanied by art, you are the kind of people who only have art but no literature, alas, you don’t understand the world of educated people like us!”

The two roommates cut their heads and turned their faces away to pretend that they didn't know this person.

Pang Xiaoxiao thought about it for a while, and said, "Actually, the writing is not bad, but you have to bite the Wen Jue word carefully, you know that there is a lack of charm, right?"

Feng Yi finally got affirmation, but he was willing to listen to his shortcomings.

"I won't modify it. For this kind of thing, you can ask Junior Sister Zuo Yuanxin for advice. I think she should have this ability." Pang Xiaoxiao said.

Feng Yi thought about it for a while, and felt that this was feasible, thinking about going back, he must ask Zuo Yuanxin to correct this poem, maybe it will be published in the future and become famous, not necessarily!

While they were chatting, they heard the sound of the rumbling engine of the tricycle approaching from a distance, and finally stopped on the river beach.

The few of them quickly put on their shoes and socks and took out their mobile phones.

At this time, the sun was slanting to the west, and under the crimson light above the sky, darkness gradually descended.

The fisherman couldn't remember Feng Yi and others, but he knew Pang Xiaoxiao, and they greeted Pang Xiaoxiao.

Senior sister Pang Xiaoxiao expressed her intention to come. They didn't understand what research is or is not research, but they didn't stop the work at hand at all, managing the network, unloading the goods, and working as usual.

But fortunately, senior sister Pang Xiaoxiao didn't want to interview them, she just wanted Uncle Zhang to remember to sing Hu Shout, and they just recorded on the shore.

Uncle Zhang smiled and said it was simple. Although they didn't sing every day, as long as someone wanted to hear it, they would yell twice.

The wooden boat left the shore, and the osprey stretched its wings on the bow of the boat, warming up for launching into the water and making a big fuss with the river fish.

Pang Xiaoxiao and others had already taken out their mobile phones, taking pictures of pictures, videos of videos, and recordings of recordings.

Although they are not professional equipment, they are not real folk collectors, as long as the same purpose is achieved.

Pang Xiaoxiao was the one who made the video. She found the angle, and only when the sunset, distant mountains, boating, and osprey formed a beautiful picture, did she start the video.

The fishermen began to sing Hu Nahou, and the singing was accompanied by the gurgling water, all of which were recorded into the cloud space by modern technology.

The sound continued to ripple in the river valley, across the mountains, across the fields, and through everyone's hearts.

The boat pole is raised slowly, and the water droplets flow on the bamboo pole along the bamboo pole to the brass bodies of the fishermen. When the bamboo pole is illuminated by the setting sun, you can see the sparkling and flickering lights, as if the fishermen are waving A glow stick that sparkles.

Compared with the ones investigated earlier, the Hu Naihou here has a wider range of sounds, and the lyrics are more traditional. They are mainly about complaining and pleasing. sing songs.

After recording most of the live sound and images, Pang Xiaoxiao shouted to the fishermen: "Uncle Zhang, it's ok, we've finished recording, we're going back!"

Domain name was holding the net and preparing to throw it into the river. He turned to look at Pang Xiaoxiao and others and said with a smile: "You guys go back, but we still have to sing this song!"

(End of this chapter)