Qiong Yin lingers

Chapter 37 Building a Hometown
Zhang Shennian is worthy of being a well-known "white face and raw feet". He is full of bookishness when he raises his hands and feet, and instantly puts people into the plot of "red leaves inscribe poems and express love with poems".

"Brother Yu, I was born in Qiongnan and lived for generations. In Yazhou Bay, there is a wonder at the end of the sea. The small characters are also called Wen Nandan. Your family's Xiangfeng father gave it to me. My sister doesn't ask me to be like that... Please, sister, look Look carefully, the beautiful poems, between the leaves, the maple leaves will never be damaged by the frost, please add or delete the words of the foolish brother... The poet, Hui Youxian, who sings and pays to become a bosom friend, willing to learn from mandarin ducks and not envy immortals... The original bone is not in the bloody battle Cold, poor love on the lake, if the eyebrows promise to repay Shuangye, I would like to form a leaf Dan."

Huang Simei has a graceful figure, with a lotus flower on her feet, her sleeves stretched all over the sky, and her singing is pitched and pitched, which perfectly restores the graceful elegance of the characters in the play who are "waiting for words in the boudoir".

The words are firm and the music is soft, and the libretto is like pearls. From her smile and frown, from the dancing of her sleeves, from the graceful movement of her figure, one by one rolls down, and the audience's ears are like pearls. Drops fell on the ground, dropped on the ground, splashed into the air, and then slid into the hollow of the heart, arousing a long echo.

"Brother was born in Tianya, named Donghe, named Nandan, you picked up red leaves and green waves, the coincidence is hard to believe... the original bone is not cold in the bloody battle, the love on the poor lake is peaceful, if the eyebrows promise to repay the frost leaves, they are willing to marry Concentric One Leaf Dan... and poets, joyful... like being shy of Xiaohan in the deep boudoir, dreaming of Lin'an with warm wind, flowers and willows soft like spring like the sea, but loving Tianya Yiye Dan. The original bone is not cold in the bloody battle, and the pity on the lake The love is partial, and if the eyebrows promise to repay the frost leaves, they are willing to form a single leaf pill."

The audience in the audience may not understand Qiong opera, but the performance of Zhang Shennian and Huang Simei has a kind of magic that makes people immerse themselves in the drama. Following the subtitle screen, everyone seems to witness together. , The sincerity of being loyal to love.

When they sang, the audience held their breath for fear of disturbing the tryst between "Wen Donghe" and "Jiang Yurui" on stage.

As soon as the performance ended, there was thunderous applause from the audience, and the audience who originally danced the bamboo pole dance also forgot to dance. The high stage cheered with both hands: "Encore! Encore!"

When the three of them called their curtain call, Meng Huaxiang was sitting in the first row of the stage, silently wiping away tears, full of thoughts: I never imagined that Qiongju opera would be like pop music one day, it was so crazy!

Several troupe leaders looked at Meng Huaxiang enviously. The director of the Ding'an Qiong Opera Troupe is a gentleman who is over sixty years old, and his eyes are shining with a different kind of light: "Nowadays Qiong Opera is not accepted, and our troupe, or rely on The middle-aged actors are struggling to show their exhaustion, or rush the ducks to the shelves and let the young actors take the lead. Only the Dongfang Qiong Opera Troupe still retains the tradition of teaching Qiong Opera and has an endless stream of inheritance, which is really rare! This also shows that, Our Qiongju opera is not at the end of the road, as long as you are willing to put down your figure, keep up with the times, and be brave in innovation, you can still go up the current!"

When the other team leaders heard the words, their originally depressed mood was swept away.

"That's right! Only by being at the forefront of the tide can we be brave in the torrent. There is no shortage of market for our Qiongju opera, what is lacking is a good script and good actors that meet the market demand!"

"In my opinion, we should all go to Dongfang Qiong Opera Troupe to learn from it! Let's see how we can make Qiong Opera Troupe do better!"

"I agree! This time, in addition to "The Unruly Princess", "Kapok Kai" and "March Three" by Dongfang Qiong Opera Troupe are new scripts that have never been seen before. Not only are the contents novel, but the singing is also integrated into popular music The elements of it are very popular among young people. It is worth learning from us!"

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Everyone, you say something, I say something, coaxing Meng Huaxiang to smile from ear to ear, nodding again and again in response, I want everyone to come to Erxian Village for justice: "My daughter-in-law paved a flat road for Erxian Village , from Dongfang City, it only takes two quarters of an hour, everyone is welcome to come and visit us!"

Hearing that Huang Simimei and Zhang Shennian didn't forget the village when they became rich, they were still building roads, running kindergartens and primary schools in Erxian Village.

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As soon as Zhang Shennian stepped down, he was embraced by Wu Junfei.

He happily walked through the crowd, crying and laughing, holding Zhang Shennian in his arms and crying: "Unexpectedly, I realized Azu's dream so soon! It's so beautiful! It's exactly the same as my Azu's tape! "

As he said that, he wiped away his tears, took out a small card, and handed it to Zhang Shennian: "This is my investment card, if you need anything in the future, just contact Ruan! Ruan is in the tropical fruit business, with markets all over Southeast Asia , there is a way in the future, we can make a fortune together!"

He heard from Wang Yunfei that Zhang Shennian first made his fortune by setting up a stall in Sanya, and now in Sanya, he still firmly occupies most of the melon and fruit agricultural wholesale market in the country. He is also very interested in this.

Because the climate of Taiwan Island and the island is fragrant, but Taiwan Island is at the forefront of tropical fruit cultivation.

As Wu Junfei's business is getting bigger and bigger, the supply of Taiwan Island cannot keep up with the needs of the market. He is urgently looking for better cooperative suppliers.

Therefore, after Wang Yunfei set up a bridge, they found Zhang Shennian and Huang Simei.It's just that he didn't expect that before the business was discussed, he discovered more ties to his ancestors, and let him help grandma fulfill her last wish by the way, which made him overjoyed.

*
After Wu Junfei listened to "Poetry Inscribed on Red Leaves", he visited Erxian Village in person without stopping.

When he came to the door, he specially brought the extra-small phoenix yellow-fleshed watermelon brought by air from Taiwan.The troupe had never seen a yellow-fleshed watermelon before, so they were very excited to see it.

Zhang Wenqian's eyes widened: "Father, is this watermelon edible? Why isn't it red?"

Wu Junfei smiled and said, "Take a bite! It's so sweet!"

Zhang Wenqian took a bite, her eyes widened immediately, and she took several more bites: "Wow! It's so sweet! It's delicious!"

After the other members of the troupe tasted it, they also praised it again and again: This yellow soil watermelon is not just superficial, it tastes crisp and delicious, and with the yellow flesh, it has a special taste.

Holding the watermelon, Meng Huaxiang couldn't help feeling sad again: "This era is really progressing, and watermelons are no longer popular. We don't know what it will look like in our Qiongju opera."

Zhang Shennian took a bite of the watermelon, and said with a smile: "That's not true, the reform is booming with each passing day! Even this watermelon, like a chameleon, has changed its appearance. We Qiong Opera, we have to be poor and want to change! This is the same as the market economy. In the same way, supply can be determined by market demand, and we can’t expect to be able to respond to all changes with one change!”

Meng Huaxiang glared at him angrily: "You are full of market economy, if you can change Qiongju and be as diligent as you start a company, why worry that Qiongju has not developed?"

Seeing that the mother and son were about to quarrel again, Huang Simei quickly changed the topic and asked a lot about the climate and cultivation methods of Texiaofeng: "Taiwan Island and the island have similar climates, so it is also suitable for growing Texiaofeng. In this way, We can also eat yellow soil watermelon every day on the island!"

Wu Junfei's eyes lit up: "Sister-in-law, you are really smart! To be honest, I came today to talk about our future fruit cooperation!"

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When I arrived at Erxian Village today, Wu Junfei first went to the mango orchard opened by Dongfang Qiong Opera Troupe.

Under the leadership of Zhang Shennian, the two of them passed through a dense bamboo forest in Erxian Ridge, and what they saw was a green mango forest.

In the mango orchard, there are densely packed mango trees, with green branches and leaves, and the branches complement each other.When the breeze blows, the gently swaying leaves seem to be whispering, telling the story of this wasteland land.

Under the mango tree, the green grass grows, bursting with vitality, not inferior to the emerald green of the mango tree, which is also beautiful and full of spring.

From time to time, there are small birds flying low in the forest, and their calls are clear and clear, as if they are integrated with the green grass and the green branches.

The dewdrops in the morning were still finely depositing on the leaves, pattering to the ground, one drop, two drops, countless drops, crystal clear and solid on the emerald green leaves, and then quickly slid to the ground.

At that moment, Wu Junfei only felt that time seemed to have stopped, and he seemed to have merged into this land, as if he had touched the gods in the sky: "Brother Nian, I firmly believe that such a land will definitely bear the sweetest fruits! I hope to cooperate quickly to bring more delicious tropical fruits here!"

After the two returned from the mango orchard, Wu Junfei's brain had already constructed a grand plan for future cooperation.

At this moment, seeing Huang Simei take the initiative to speak, Wu Junfei felt that it was too late: "Sister-in-law! As long as you want, I can support anything! Ruan Azu said that the island is not a foreign country but a hometown, and I will come back to build a hometown!"

When the two chatted about fruit cooperation, the conversation started and extended to all kinds of novel fruits on Taiwan Island, including custard apple, lotus mist, golden awn and so on.

Huang Simei seemed to have opened the door to a new world: "It seems that the land of our Erxian Village has infinite possibilities in the future!"

Wu Junfei left a piece of paper with the name of the fruit, and danced with excitement: "Let's cooperate and let the fruits under the sunshine of the island go to the mainland and overseas!"

Zhang Shennian watched the two of them writing and drawing, and couldn't help laughing: "In my opinion, Amei is better than me in the market economy. Ama, where is your crutch? Hit her!"

Glancing at her son, Meng Huaxiang raised her eyebrows: "Whatever Amei does is to promote Qiongju Opera—now there are five or six teahouses and ten or eight fan clubs, which ones don't cost money? Which ones don't need to operate? Just You are allowed to be a bad guy, but we are not allowed to keep pace with the times and engage in business? You are a monkey grandson, look at my crutches!"

The people of Qiong Opera Troupe burst into laughter instantly: "Yes, yes! Sister Mei does everything for the future of Qiong Opera! We all support her!"

While avoiding his mother's crutches, Zhang Shennian yelled pretending to be aggrieved: "Oh, my mother is partial to my daughter-in-law, I know! I set up a stall in the sea because I didn't learn well and teach young people badly; Amei does everything for the good of Qiongju !"

Everyone laughed together again.

*
Before leaving, Wu Junfei repeatedly invited Zhang Shennian to take his family to Jinmen to play.

When Zhang Wenqian heard that she was going to take a plane, she jumped three feet in excitement: "Wow! I want to take a plane!"

Meng Huaxiang rubbed her granddaughter's little head: "Okay, okay! Take the plane!"

Sending Wu Junfei away, Zhang Shennian sighed infinitely: "This is really an era of seizing the day and night and a hundred flowers blooming. As long as you dare to think, you can make a fortune! Mr. Wu's courage and business ideas are beyond our reach. of!"

Huang Simi nodded repeatedly after hearing this: "Unexpectedly, we are across the sea from Taiwan, and there are so many fruits that we don't grow here!"

Zhang Shennian scratched the back of his head: "There are some categories, but Taiwan has made improvements—for example, the small pomegranates on the islands are sweet and fragrant, but they are small in size and low in yield; It is only half a catty, and the output of a tree in one season is very impressive; another example is our Sakyamuni, which is not as big as a fist, and with more seeds and less meat, the taste is poor; they not only improved the seedless sand pulp of watermelon, but also I got a fresh sample of yellow soil..."

Huang Simei's eyes lit up after hearing this: "No wonder Mr. Wu wants to cooperate with us! The island and Taiwan face each other across the sea, the climate is similar, the east is located in the subtropical zone, the sun is exposed to the sun for a long time, and the fruit grows quickly... In this way, I am already looking forward to it. The future of our wasteland orchard!"

In recent years, with the development of the market economy, big island cities have taken the lead in developing.

As a result, remote villages have also accelerated their decline. Taking Erxian Village as an example, in addition to the families who followed the Dongfangqiong Opera Troupe to open up wasteland, many young and middle-aged people chose to leave their hometowns, leaving only the old, weak, sick and disabled at home.

In the final analysis, it is because there is no money to be made locally.Working at sunrise and resting day by day, working with the loess on the ground and the sky behind the sky, I can’t save more than ten thousand yuan all year round. When the children go to school, they have to borrow tuition fees everywhere. Many families simply let the girls complete the compulsory education and come out to work.

The consequence of this is that one generation repeats the evil result of another generation. They will never have a better way to make a living. They can only marry early and have children like their parents. Rent out, serve as a waiter, and sell seafood.

"If we can help everyone save tens of thousands a year in their hometown, who would want to leave their hometown?"

Huang Simimei's voice was very soft, but powerful, and Zhang Shennian fell into deep thought.

After a long time, he held Huang Simei's hand: "Amei, I support you! However, we also encountered a lot of help in opening up wasteland before. This time, there must be many difficulties. You have to be prepared!"

Huang Simimei only developed half of the hundreds of acres of land he bought before.Today there is still half of the wasteland, with weeds reaching knees.

Thanks to the fresh fruit seedlings brought back by Zhang Shennian, the land reclamation back then doubled the output, which was well received by the market and sold well all the way.

However, in the first two or three seasons, there were problems in taste, size, and production to varying degrees. Huang Simei gritted her teeth and tried another season after one season failed.

If you want to expand the scale of planting in the future, you must also make the same psychological preparations, and even invest more manpower, material resources and financial resources.

Meng Huaxiang is used to the loss of control of his son and daughter-in-law.

Seeing the pleading eyes of the husband and wife looking at her at the same time, Meng Huaxiang snorted coldly: "You have discussed everything, so you still see me what to do? Young people, just do what you want! Anyway, I am old Now, I will stick to these fan clubs, go to one place a month, teach and sing opera, and visit the mountains and rivers, and spend my old age in peace!"

The husband and wife burst out laughing and clapped their hands in celebration.

Huang Simei still didn't forget the rainbow fart: "My grandma is really the best mother in the world!"

Meng Huaxiang got up and left with a low voice: "I don't want to, but it's useless! The market economy really makes people dizzy, I can't stop it!"

Huang Simei was so happy that she couldn't help humming a ditty, and took Meng Huaxiang's hand to make her happy: "People are in good spirits on happy occasions, and grandma and Nong are full of happiness. Opening up wasteland and farming a large amount of food, and the development of Qiong opera is guaranteed. Green mountains and green The water is red and the days are red, and the fruit trees are planted to benefit the hometown; when the spring returns, the garden is full of fragrance, and the branches of the fruit are full of elegance. The family of the Russian family is blessed by the stars, happy and happy for a long time..."

When she sang, Meng Huaxiang immediately burst into laughter from ear to ear: "Good! Good! Good!"

Zhang Shennian and Huang Simimei smiled at each other: Another success!
(End of this chapter)