Datang male nanny

Chapter 97 Suona Sounds Sadness
The sun rose, and the white snow began to melt a little.

Luckily, the snow on the road was thick enough so it wouldn't get muddy.

In the wilderness, a group of people dressed in sackcloth and filial piety were all female relatives.

No wonder people want to hire a man to act as a filial son.

Ni Tu didn't want to see this scene, but today he couldn't avoid it.

Not in his place and not in his own affairs.

Since I took this errand, I always have to do something.

But to bow down to a stranger, Ni Tu couldn't do it.

Standing under a persimmon tree, looking up, there is a red persimmon hanging on the high branch.

A few crows were croaking, flying around to snatch the last delicacy in winter.

Shangguan Wan'er stood with other spectators, watching Ni Tu's behavior.

Ni Tu handed the note to the steward.

The steward put him in a white filial piety gown, and sewed a piece of white cloth in the shape of a half moon on the upper of the blue shoes.

The thick hemp rope tightened the waist.

Someone was looking for willow branches, Ni Tu said, "I'll go to the river and cut some."

The steward's eyes were red, still immersed in the grief of losing the lord, so he didn't stop him.

Willow trees stand one after another by the river.

Those thin strips of paper, like long hair, flexibly and perfectly arced towards the river.

When the cold wind blew, there was a clattering sound.

Hacked a long willow stick with a Swiss Army knife.

Putting a pestle on the ground, I feel that my waist will not be tired because it is too short, and I will not be laughed at because it is too long.

Suddenly a few birds sprang up from the yellow reeds by the river, startling Ni Tu.

reed?Coincidentally, the suona whistle lacks some better reed pipes.

Ni Tu stepped down the river and got into the reeds.

The river was frozen, so Ni Tu was able to go deep into the river to find the reeds he wanted.

The best time to pick reeds should be after several frosts in late autumn, that is, from light snow to heavy snow.

At this time, the reed has stopped growing, from green to yellow, with less water content, and it is easy to identify whether the reed is soft or hard.

It is advisable to select the area with mud at the junction of water and land.

Reeds in dry land lack water, grow slowly, have too dense fibers, thick reed walls, poor reed quality, easy to crack when making whistle, and too rigid pronunciation.

Reeds in water contain a lot of water, grow fast, have thin skin and soft texture, and are easy to make whistles, but the pronunciation is not bright, the stability of the sound is poor, and the service life of the reeds is short.

Although the one between water and land is better than the first two, it cannot be used just by picking the root.

Choose those with normal development, correct growth, and no insect-eaten wind injuries.The thickness is appropriate, and the inner diameter of the reed tube is between [-] and [-] mm for making reeds of different sizes.

Soft and hard should be moderate.Ni Tu squeezed it with his hands, and it deformed when squeezed. It was too soft to use.I can't pinch it, it's too hard.

Only those that can be pinched but not deformed are suitable.

Peel off the outer skin of the reed to see that it is smooth, without fiber lines, and has a firm texture.There are obvious wrinkled fiber lines, and the texture is cotton.The surface is as white as satin, smooth and shiny, slightly dark yellow with fine and uniform fiber lines, and no wrinkles is ideal.

After finally finding a few plants, Ni Tu carefully cut them down from the root against the ice with a Swiss army knife.

Take the middle two or three knots of a reed, and remove the tops and roots of the reed.

Pick more bundles and hang them in a ventilated place. They can be used after the water is completely dry.

The skin and fiber layer are used as a whistle. Generally, reeds with uniform fibers and toughness have good elasticity.

Ni Tu shaved some first, and experimented first.

Suona reeds are generally made of reeds because reed reeds are durable, the volume can vary widely, the timbre can be hard or soft, various skills are easy to play, and they are highly adaptable to works.

Picking reeds is also divided into north and south differences, just like the southern orange and the northern trifoliate.

The reed whistle in the Central Plains has a crisp sound, and the reed whistle in the Jiangnan area has good vibration and long life, so it is a better material for making whistle.

Choose a reed, cut off both ends of the reed, find a place where the ice layer is weak, use a knife to cut through the ice, insert it into the water, and suck it with your mouth to let the water soak the reed film.Make sure the membrane is stretched but not brittle after the reed tube is wet.

After about a few minutes, cut the upper end of the reed tube obliquely with a knife, twist the whole tube of reed film together with your fingers after the film head is cut out, and use a straw that is smaller than the inner diameter of the reed to pierce the inner film of the reed completely and clean it. , to prevent blocking the whistle and cause pronunciation failure.

After the reed is finished, it should be tested and repaired at the same time.

The steward sent someone to look for Ni Tu.

Ni Tu had no choice but to pack the reeds, reeds, and willow branches first, and then went back to the grave.

Ni Tu put his things away, and sat cross-legged among the mourners.

Then repair the reed.

Ni Tu held the suona and put it to his mouth, puffed up his cheeks and blew it out in one breath.

A suona sound like cracking stones and flowing clouds gathered the eyes of the grave-crying people and those onlookers.

Suona is finally done!
But what can be played on this occasion?

A hundred birds chasing the phoenix?

Not suitable!
Or play a song "Big Funeral".

The melodious suona sounded, high-pitched, loud, and whimpering, exaggerating people's sadness.

The weeping of the mourners became more cathartic.The spectators were also moved to tears.

Thinking back to the past and the regret of not being able to go back in the previous life, Ni Tu closed his eyes and vented all his grief on Suona.

Seeing off relatives, crying in the mourning hall, going west on the safe road, farewell is also difficult, and the love of the Yellow River, one after another, the sadness is passed on to everyone through the suona.

Following the sound, more and more villagers rushed over.

When Ni Tu opened his eyes again, he suddenly saw that the surrounding hills and low fields were full of villagers.

Looking around, there are nearly a thousand people.

They were all in tears, with grief on their faces.

Even Shangguan Wan'er, who was standing under the persimmon tree, couldn't cry, her pink face turned into a big face.

The steward raised his tearful eyes and begged, "Shaolang, please continue blowing! My lord's spirit is in the sky, and he will surely walk away comfortably."

Ni Tu's mouth was dry, and his skin was raised.Ni Tu nodded, pursed his lips, and was about to continue blowing.

"Wait!" The steward waved his hand, and a servant handed over a bowl of rice wine.

Ni Tu raised his neck and poured it down.

The wine was slightly drunk, and the sorrow and sorrow in Ni Tu's heart suddenly surged.

Once again puffed up the cheeks and blew up, the lingering emotion was passed on to everyone.

"Last year's Yuan Eve, the flower market lights were like daytime. Willows were on the moon, and people made an appointment after dusk. This year's Yuan Eve, the moon and lights remained the same. I didn't see last year's people, and tears wet the sleeves of spring shirts."

Shangguan Wan'er softly sang the poem written by Ni Tu last night, even choking with sobs, the nerves in her neck jumped suddenly.

"He, deep in his heart, sure enough, does he really have a woman he loves so much? Who would that person be? Let him be so concerned about it."

Shangguan Wan'er burst into tears, fixed her eyes on Ni Tu who was immersed in the sound of playing the suona, and felt a sudden pain in her heart.

"Poor man, he is indeed alone now!"

(End of this chapter)