Chapter 597 Picking Up People
Although it is not the National Day holiday yet, Changchangqing Village has been warming up for several days in advance.
Today's Hongyan Town, under the hard work of the new leader, has become a major tourist town in the county with its spacious county roads and double-track railways.
Many of the subordinate villages are developing at a rapid pace. Villas, farms and even ethnic minority villages have developed with unique characteristics and are welcoming the coming millennium with a very spiritual new look.
Perhaps the farmers who dig in the fields all day long don’t think there is any difference, but leaders at all levels from top to bottom attach great importance to this rare turn of the century.
Changqing Village is the most special natural village under Hongyan Town.
It does not have the kind of villas and farms that invest a lot of money in other places, nor is it a typical ethnic minority village.
However, it is the most developed and popular natural village in Hongyan Town.
More than a week ago, before the villagers were busy harvesting rice in the fields, Zhang Jianwen had already summoned the village cadres and organized a team to conduct door-to-door inspections in the village.
The family did not let go of any villagers who had opened restaurants or homestays, and checked them thoroughly and carefully.
Not only checking the health conditions, but also the most important safety hazards.
Even the canteens of Zhang Xinmin and Huang Ming’s stores did not escape.
This is because Zhang Jianwen attaches great importance to this National Day holiday. In the past, except for the New Year period, he usually only had two or three days of holiday. But even so, whenever the holiday comes, there will be a wave of tourists in Changqing Village. upsurge.
Nowadays, the Dongli courtyard has been expanded again and again. It is also for this reason that all of them are rented out, bringing a lot of wealth to the village.
What is coming is a full seven-day holiday. According to the situation in the past few years, there will definitely be more people coming this year than in previous years.
In the past, no matter how famous Changqing Village was, it was only in a few nearby counties and cities.
So this time Zhang Jianwen is very eager to lead all the villagers to face the outside world with a new look of his village, and strive to gain a reputation during this first seven-day Golden Week.
The villagers below also listened to the advice very much. When they pointed out what was not done well, they all actively repaired it and also actively stocked up.
Zhang An's home is different from other villagers' homes. They are not busy with anything and just live their own lives.
In the past, their family also opened a special restaurant to receive some guests.
Now that Wang Fang has become accustomed to the rhythm of life at home, she simply doesn't bother with these things anymore.
So the whole family went to battle and spent three days drying all the new grains collected this season. Finally, they could safely put them into the warehouse.
But for it to go so smoothly, I have to thank God for giving me face.
During these three days, the sky was clear every day, and there was no change of temper.
Otherwise, even if it’s not raining and it’s just cloudy, we won’t be able to dry the new millet so quickly.
The vacated fields were then lent to other villagers to dry their grains, along with the newly purchased mosquito nets.
For food, the two most important things are autumn harvest and winter storage.
Farmers who faced the loess and turned their backs to the sky spent several months working hard to turn a season's crops from seeds into grain and harvest them home.
But if you don’t take the trouble to dry the water before storing it, it won’t take long for them to become moldy and sprout. At that time, the food will no longer be food, and people can’t eat it. Feeding pigs, cows and livestock, so no matter who the family is, they will allocate time to do this.
Nowadays, the fields in front of Zhang An’s house have become the meat and potatoes of Changqing Village.
Because it is at the entrance of the village, very close to home, it is only two steps more than the previous grain drying farm.
And after Zhang Angang let the Huatou family come out to show off their power, the area at the entrance of the village is now very quiet, and there are not a few sparrows at all.
Even if there were, they would still be standing on a tree far away, because they were afraid of the ferocity of Huatou and his family, so they didn’t even dare to fly over now.
So the fields of Zhang An's family have become a good place for villagers to dry their millet.
"Zhang An, do you have time today? Follow me to pick up a few people and pick up some things."
When I got up in the morning, Zhang Jianwen came to find Zhang An.
"Okay, uncle, where are we going?"
Zhang An had nothing to do, so he readily agreed.
“Go to Tunpu, Zhang Ping’s uncle’s house.”
Zhang Jianwen was very happy to hear Zhang An’s agreement.
"It's National Day soon. Zhang Ping and his uncles know how to dance, so I told them to let them come to our place to dance for a few days, so that people from outside who come to our village can have fun. "
Dixi opera, also known as "Tiao Shen", originated from Zhu Yuanzhang's transfer to the north and the south in the early Ming Dynasty.
According to the "History of the Ming Dynasty: Food and Huo Zhi": "In the early Ming Dynasty, every town had farmland. The farmland for an army was enough to support an army. All the officials in the guard station received their salaries and food."
To this day, it is a local traditional drama.
The performance procedures of local opera are generally divided into "opening the box", "inviting the gods", "supporting the gods", and "sealing the box". Among them, "Tiao Shen" is a formal performance, which is divided into "setting up the court", "dismissing the battle table" and "returning to the court". The rest are Nuo opera activities with elements of exorcism and Naji.
The main performance forms are singing and martial arts, but because they have been handed down for so long, many martial arts movements today have evolved into dance forms.
When dancing, the performers must wear costumes, face masks and green gauze.
Because there are a large number of performers and a large range of movements, it generally needs to be performed in an open venue.
It is precisely because of this that the local opera is also called the "Master of Dance" by the locals.
In a few years, this local traditional drama will be included in the national intangible cultural heritage list.
"This is a good thing. Tunpu is a bit far away. Let's leave now."
Hearing that it was because of this, Zhang An felt even more relaxed. He found the car keys and was ready to leave.
When Zhang An was a child, every year during the Chinese New Year, he could see people dancing on the ground in the town.
At that time, there were very few entertainment options. Watching people dancing on the ground became the fun of their generation when they were young.
It’s just that those people who perform dance performances are not from Hongyan Town. They come from Tunpu and perform everywhere.
Tunpu is far away from Hongyan Town, and there is no train yet. It takes several hours to take the shuttle bus. It is slightly faster to drive.
In addition to picking up people, he also had to haul a lot of props for the performance, so Zhang An drove a pickup truck, which is why Zhang Jianwen came to see Zhang An.
When the props are installed, if there are too many people, a few people can sit in the cargo box.
"Uncle, I have never been there. You have to help me show the way when the time comes."
Zhang An has never been to Tunpu, whether in his previous life or this life. So when driving, I have to rely on Zhang Jianwen to help guide me.
"Okay, no problem. Even though it's a long way, I remember your uncle clearly."
When Zhang Jianwen heard this, he agreed happily.
This is not something he is bragging about, but he can really remember it.
“I think when I brought your aunt in, it was Grandpa Qi who took us all the way there and picked your aunt back on a cart. Now in the blink of an eye, it has been decades. It's over."
Zhang An was driving while listening to Zhang Jianwen reminiscing about the past.
Today's national highways are in very bad condition. In these remote areas, they are no different from rugged mountain roads, so cars drive slower. It was still far away at this moment, and Zhang An could roughly recognize the main road, but Zhang Jianwen didn't need to guide him.
And they were lucky. They met a shuttle bus to Tunpu on the way, and Zhang An followed the bus directly, which was equivalent to having an extra manual navigation.
It was near noon that the two of them arrived in Tunpu and came to Zhang Ping's uncle's house.
“Here you go, I thought you wouldn’t arrive until 1pm.”
Zhang Ping's uncle is called Li Wendeng. He is a middle-aged man in his fifties with sun-tanned skin, but his tone of voice is very generous and outgoing.
But this is normal. After all, you are in front of a lot of people when performing floor dancing. Generally, people who can’t let go can’t handle it.
"Xiao An's driving skills are good, and it didn't rain today, so we should arrive quickly. Are the second, second and third sons ready?"
After Zhang Jianwen introduced Zhang An to them, , then asked.
"They were ready yesterday. I told them that I will tell them when you come. Let's eat first. After eating, we can prepare to leave."
At this moment, Zhang Ping’s aunt was just finishing the meal, and Li Wendeng spoke.
Uncle Zhang Ping originally offered to bring out the wine, but Zhang An said he wanted to drive and refused.
Although we don’t pay much attention to drunk driving now, we still have to pay attention to our own safety, not to mention the long journey.
After eating, Zhang An went outside and took a few glances. The village where Uncle Zhang Ping lives is basically inhabited by Han people, but the accent is obviously different from that in Hongyan Town.
However, the overall situation of the village is worse than that of Changqing Village.
But it is only compared with the current Changqing Village. If it were a few years ago, Changqing Village would not be as good as here.
Not long after, Zhang Ping’s uncle had already called other people who wanted to go together, and then started loading the costumes and props into the car.
By the time we got back from Tunpu, half a day had passed and it was already afternoon.
In the evening, Zhang An naturally couldn't escape being called over by Zhang Jianwen for a drink.
Waiting until the moon was bright and the stars were dim, I returned home smelling of alcohol.
“I told you to sit further away and watch, why are you so close, you don’t need your eyes anymore.”
When Zhang An came home, Xiao Siqi was watching TV, but It was so close that I almost squatted under the TV.
Then Zhang An walked over, picked up the little guy and the stool together, and moved the little guy to the back.
“Hmmmmmm~~~~”
Because he smelled the strong smell of alcohol on Zhang An’s body, Xiao Siqi kept shaking his head and struggled to leave Zhang An.
"Okay, okay, don't torment him after drinking so much, and go take a shower quickly."
Wang Fang saw the father and son playing a game of chase and escape, and said to Zhang An .
Zhang An also felt uncomfortable, so he stopped teasing his son and took his clothes to take a comfortable cold shower.
"By the way, Xiao An, Qi Qi's tail will be tomorrow. Anyway, our family has finished harvesting the grains, so let's give Qi Qi a break."
Wait for Zhang An to take a bath. After coming out, Wang Fang took the whole family to discuss.
Tail is what rural people say about a child’s birthday.
This is the only child in the family, and the whole family is very precious to him. Especially grandma Wang Fang.
So the whole family is particularly concerned about the little one’s birthday.
In the past, Zhang An did not receive this kind of treatment at all. At most, Wang Fang would cook him a bowl of longevity noodles and add two eggs that night.
Now it is the turn of Xiao Siqi, the precious grandson, and Wang Fang actually followed the way on TV to celebrate the little guy’s birthday.
"Let's get through it. When I get up tomorrow, I'll go out and buy a cake. You can just take care of the other moms."
Zhang An only remembered this incident when his mom mentioned it like this.
He really forgot, because people of his generation don't pay much attention to birthdays.
The next day Zhang An got up and went straight to the city to buy a big cake. He was afraid that it would be left outside for too long, so he put it inside the space.
"Qiqi, come out quickly, brother will take you to play."
In the afternoon, school just ended. Li Yao went home, threw down his schoolbag, and ran directly to Zhang An's house to call him godbrother.
Today is the eve of the National Day, and both primary and secondary schools have begun their holidays.
"Come on, come on, Guo Guo wait for me~"
Little Siqi was playing quietly at home, but when he heard someone calling him outside, he immediately dropped his hand. toys and ran outside.
Nowadays, the little guy can already speak very long words, but when he speaks, there is still a little bit of excitement.
"Here, I'll give you a lollipop."
As soon as Li Yao saw Xiao Siqi, he peeled off a lollipop and handed it over.
As a foodie, the little guy couldn't resist the temptation, so he took it and stuffed it into his mouth.
"What about yours, Li Yao."
Zhang An asked when he saw that Li Yao gave the lollipop to his son but he didn't eat it himself.
"Dad, I only bought one, just give it to my brother, I won't eat it."
Li Yao said generously, he is no longer what he used to be, because Naughty, Zhou Lan had already deducted all his pocket money. Maybe even the money to buy this lollipop was hard-earned.
"Here, call my sister-in-law together and go buy whatever you want to eat."
Zhang An looked at his increasingly sensible godson, feeling very pleased and took out five yuan from his pocket The money was handed to him as a reward.
“Don’t give me money, godfather, I have nothing to buy.”
But Li Yao didn't ask for the money. Instead, he simply rejected Zhang An.
"Okay, just take it if your godfather gives it to you. I won't tell your mother."
Zhang An ignored him and stuffed it directly into his pocket.
"Then I'll take Qiqi out to play."
Li Yao accepted it with peace of mind after hearing Zhang An's promise not to tell his mother.
"Okay, don't run too far. Remember to come back for dinner later."
Zhang An was afraid that they would run too far, so he quickly warned them.
(End of this chapter)