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Afterwards, we briefly performed a few basically rehearsed programs to Secretary Xia, hoping that he would give us some advice and check, including my somersault performance. No, he was very satisfied after seeing it and said it was better than he expected. He was especially amazed at me, saying that he was better than his master. He didn’t expect that my somersaults were more energetic and beautiful than his, and he hugged me. I slapped my back hard and pretended to lament, alas~~ I taught the apprentice that the master starved to death, Sifang, Sifang, how can you let the master live? After that, she pretended to cry, with runny nose and tears, and her body twitched from crying, but she was so sad. The acting talent came out immediately, which was a good show in itself.

Upon seeing this, except for Ling Liping, my sister and I who tried our best to hold back our laughter, everyone was stunned. Apparently they were infected by his realistic and wonderful acting skills. Many fellow villagers actually took it seriously, and some even stepped forward to comfort them. Secretary Xia couldn't help but burst into tears and laughed. Everyone was relieved, and then they all clapped and cheered for him. The acting was so realistic!

Immediately afterwards, Secretary Xia participated in the rehearsal of our program and actually said that he would perform a program on stage himself and perform somersaults with me, which made everyone excited. Later, he really started practicing somersaults with me. We cooperated very well, which caused everyone to applaud enthusiastically. Unexpectedly, he has gained weight now that he is an official and can even do somersaults. It seems that he has never stopped exercising. With Secretary Xia present, everyone was a little reserved at first, but later they relaxed when they saw that Secretary Xia was very dedicated in rehearsing. The atmosphere was particularly lively. Due to the large number of people and limited space, the program rehearsals inevitably interfered with each other. The rehearsal scene was a bit chaotic, but it was also quite interesting. Everyone was laughing and rehearsing separately, and they were getting more and more excited.

Secretary Xia only rehearsed with us for an hour or so before leaving. He was busy with official duties. He was originally going to Qian Village and passed by our village on his way back. There was nothing wrong with him, because Zhaozhuang is my father’s hometown. , so Secretary Xia is particularly concerned about his hometown and gets along well with Uncle Zhao. Before leaving, Secretary Xia once again said that he would come to the show tomorrow night and perform in person, and also said that he would bring more people to support him. Unexpectedly, what was originally a simple performance suddenly became a big hit after Secretary Xia got involved. There must be a lot of people coming by then, and luckily the performance was set up outside.

As soon as Secretary Xia left, Uncle Zhao seemed to be even busier as if he had suddenly received some important task. He mobilized more skilled craftsmen to build the stage. He had strict requirements and emphasized that the stage must be stable and flat, especially that it must withstand the test of somersaults. Make sure that the stage is flawless and as stable as a mountain (Uncle Zhao really dares to use words), because Secretary Xia will perform with me, and we are both big guys (I weigh more than 170 kilograms, and Secretary Xia is 1.8 meters tall, heavier than me, so don’t say more 180 pounds), with figures like ours, we can also do somersaults, which is particularly eye-catching. The commune secretary personally performed it, which was the highlight and a strong support for the literary and artistic undertakings of our village. I can tell that Uncle Zhao elevated this performance to a political mission. In this way, everyone will naturally rehearse more carefully.

The stage was laid out in the evening. The wooden boards were laid smooth and flat, just like the floor. In order to test whether it was firm, Uncle Zhao asked a dozen young men to jump and stomp on it. The boys shook the wooden boards like crazy. There was a bang-dong sound, and the result was quite satisfying. But Uncle Zhao is not satisfied yet. He is going to spread canvas on it tomorrow and try to lay as many layers as possible to make the floor soft and elastic for somersaults. He is doing this entirely for Secretary Xia's sake, and I just have a place to do somersaults, and it doesn't matter at all. Subject to venue restrictions.

The stage is set up next to the door of the auditorium, so that the auditorium can be used as a backstage. When the stage is covered with canvas tomorrow, the stage will look like this.

Everyone walked up and down the stage with Uncle Zhao, and they were so happy. Unexpectedly, the stage was set up in just one day. It was so efficient, and it was not until Secretary Xia came to visit that it was originally planned to be completed tomorrow morning.

Uncle Zhao wants us to rehearse the show directly on the stage tomorrow, and practice what we say in advance. For the sake of confidentiality, we will use canvas to circle the stage.

After breakfast the next day, I saw that the stage was surrounded by canvas, and the two sides of the stage were also surrounded by canvas. The wooden floor of the stage was covered with two thick layers of canvas. What was even more surprising was that there were hanging cans in front of the stage. With the purple-red curtain pulled, the stage really looked like what it was. I couldn't help but admire Uncle Zhao's efficiency. I heard that the canvases and curtains used on the stage were borrowed by Uncle Zhao who drove a tractor to the commune last night. I gave Uncle Zhao a thumbs up on the spot and was very impressed. No wonder my father said that he was very capable and serious about his work. It's a pity that I didn't come out to participate in the revolution with him, otherwise the official would have done more than me. In fact, father is just a humble word. Although Uncle Zhao is capable, his educational level is too low. He can't read a few big characters and can't even read a newspaper. When my father came out, he had been studying in private schools for several years. He was familiar with the four books and five classics, which was equivalent to the level of a primary school graduate. At that time, he was already quite educated. Fortunately, my grandfather was a private school teacher and had the convenience of being close to the school.