It's a showdown, the cannon fodder is a full-level boss

The one who died was a 90-year-old grandma. Coincidentally, the black man who did [-] push-ups that day was the grandson of this grandma.

At this time, he knelt in the mourning hall and cried: "Grandma, grandma! How can we live without you."

No skill, all emotion.

The funeral affairs in the countryside are not so particular. Once the table is set, the suona is blown, and the ritual is done, the corpse will stay in the mourning hall for two days, and it can be carried up the mountain on the third day.

Ji Tian stayed in this village for three days, and most of the villagers were familiar with them, knowing that they were here to record the show, and they looked at them curiously for a while.

Quan Jingyou was a little embarrassed under such gaze, he walked up to Ji Tian and whispered: "Sister Tian, ​​even if you want to eat, wait for the afternoon table, it's still early, it's not time to start the table yet."

"The pattern is open, we are here to make money."

Quan Jingyou: "..."

Seeing them coming, the black man stopped crying, and quickly stood up: "Hey, why are you here? Do you need any help?"

Ji Tian looked around, and not far away were suona, waist drum, drum set, gongs, cymbals, and sheng and other musical instruments.

And the group of people beating gongs and drums seemed to have a bad stomach.

Ji Tian just wants to say... this luck is too good!

Give her a chance to pick up money.

She smiled slightly: "I'm here to help you."

The black man's face was full of black question marks, his lips squirmed, and he said slowly: "You said..."

"Isn't there a shortage of people here? Coincidentally, I am a prospective student at the world-renowned Sonny Conservatory of Music. My accomplishments in music can only be described in exaggerated words. I am proficient in twelve languages. Yes. I know the songs of various countries like the back of my hand. By the way, my best thing is to play the suona. No emotion is all skill. Those who hear it will cry and those who see it will be sad. Give us the work of the suona team and ensure that your grandma can go comfortably and have no worries. .”

Black man: "..."

Quan Jingyou and his party: "..."

Although I say you are awesome, I don't want you to brag.

[Family, I am silent. 】

[I'm stuck too... Sonny plays the music academy?What the hell, why have I never heard of this university?When did Ji Tian go to the Conservatory of Music? 】

[Pay attention to the homonyms... see you off, hahahaha, what kind of genius is the twelve languages?Don't be ridiculous. 】

The black man was stunned for a long time before he came back to his senses: "I'm doing something for nothing... Besides, why should I come here for you?"

Ji Tian smiled even bigger: "Because we are professional and cheap!"

"How much is the suona team in the town?"

"Five...five hundred."

"Well, for the sake of our acquaintance, I'll charge you [-], and my team is all elites, playing, playing, singing, singing, dancing and rap, you can do whatever you want, and you won't be disappointed."

The team behind her: "..."

He Chenxi wanted to escape, and Yu Chuang also wanted to escape. Quan Jingyou lowered his head in embarrassment.

In fact... this money is not necessarily earned.

At this time, the villagers who went to the town came back with a sad face: "Da Zhuang, the funeral team in the town has gone to another place, what do you think about this?"

The black man named Da Zhuang: "..."

What else can I do, I can only use Ji Tian's unreliable team.

He gritted his teeth and agreed: "Okay, then I will give you a chance. I will start playing later. The instruments are all over there. They are ready-made. You don't need me to teach you the songs you should play for nothing, right?"

Ji Tian nodded seriously and took out her mobile phone: "No problem, I will study online for 5 minutes immediately."

Black man: "???" Damn, thief ship!

But there is nothing you can do if you agree, just do good deeds and accumulate virtue!

Ji Tian turned around and began to assign tasks: "Sister Chenxi, can you play the sheng? It's not difficult. Brother Yu Chuang plays the cymbals, Quan Jingyou plays the gong, sister Jiangxue plays the waist drum, and Qin Jiangsheng plays the drum?"

Qin Jiangsheng nodded, indicating that he has no problem.

The whole team, maybe Qin Jiangsheng is willing to cooperate with Ji Tian, ​​didn't you see that none of them spoke?

He Chenxi was silent for a few seconds, and then said with difficulty: "Yes...it's just us..."

"OK, show your artistry and get the money."

She created a wechat group and pulled all the people into it.

Then I posted a video, 5 minutes of music teaching.

"I'll give you three minutes to figure out this mourning song."

"..."

Seeing that Ji Tian must make money, everyone began to accept this task with a sad face. Their side looked more miserable than the dead side.

People passing by have to boast: very professional.

It's not that difficult, Ji Tian learned it quickly with her golden fingers, and turned to teach Quan Jingyou, pay attention to the rhythm, and speak clearly and logically. After learning it, Quan Jingyou found that it was not too difficult.

He Chenxi, as the leader of the women's team who broke through in the talent show, knew all these instruments, but she hated them so much that she went to clean up the sheng and suona before she started practicing.

In just 5 minutes, they feel as heavy as 50 years have passed.

And Wen Jiangxue felt that the waist drum was too ugly and would lower her appearance, so she went to borrow an erhu and happily sat on the seat.

Holding the cymbals, Yu Chuang was a little surprised: "Sister Jiangxue, can you play the erhu?"

Wen Jiangxue tried the audition and nodded: "I will pull it. In the past, we held funerals in the countryside. My grandparents were sent away by playing the erhu. If I didn't have money to study before, I would enroll in an erhu training class and practice again." Practice."

Yu Chuang: "...Sorry, I poked your heart out."

Wen Jiangxue curled her lips into a smile: "It's okay, I'm too happy when I think of them I personally sent away."

"..."

No, sister, I can't answer your words!
[Starting to sell miserable character designs again, what age can't afford to read books?How funny? 】

[Work, work, dig out Wen Jiangxue's life experience, I like to gain attention on the Internet so much, I want to see how miserable she was before. 】

[There is no filial piety at all. Grandpa and grandma are dead, and she still has the face to say she is happy. I just want to ask, what kind of idiots are those who follow her? 】

Yu Chuang was silent, this lady really does whatever she wants, she is not afraid of offending the public at all when she speaks and does things...

But when he thought of the tens of millions of black fans in her account, he was instantly relieved.

When you are hacked to a certain extent, you will also become indifferent to fame and wealth. If you are a buddhist, you can be hacked, and it will not affect her to make money.

Several people had a headache from learning, except for the calm Qin Jiangsheng, who walked to the front of the drum and played a section of improvisation in a decent manner.

Instantly attracted the eyes of the seven aunts and eight aunts and those little sisters who just came back to attend the funeral.

With his outstanding appearance and superior height, he immediately became the focus of attention.

They took out their mobile phones to secretly take pictures of his side face, and went to the sister group to ask which star it was, but they couldn't get an answer, and they found the live broadcast room of the variety show "Who Is the Real Boss".

In an instant, a large number of strange netizens poured in.