National Treasure Artist

Chapter 93

A team of hundreds of people marched mightily towards Jinxiufang.

The big guys were very festive, walking lightly, talking and laughing.

Bai Gongtong's team and the recording team led by Lao Yang were scattered among the crowd, and they were all infected by this happy mood. They all smiled and chatted with the villagers from time to time.

"ah!"

While walking, a Buyi woman among the crowd suddenly exclaimed.

The team stopped and looked towards the place where the sound came from.

"what happened?"

"Xiao He, are you okay?"

A few familiar villagers were a little puzzled and opened their mouths to ask.

"Did you see that?"

"On the ground!"

I saw the woman with her eyes wide open, pointing to her feet.

"See what?"

"What do you see?"

"What, did you lose money?"

Hundreds of people looked at their feet one after another, thinking that their feet were blocking them, and moved away specifically.

Seeing nothing, he raised his head and asked with some irritation in his voice.

"Our muddy trail has changed!"

The woman's surprised voice followed.

When they heard it clearly, everyone immediately stopped being annoyed, and suddenly opened their eyes wide and stared at their feet.

"It really is!"

"Oh, why didn't we discover such an obvious thing?"

"Yeah, that would be great."

"In the past, our road was really difficult to walk, especially after it rained, it was full of mud and slippery. My father fell down last winter and is still not in good shape."

"Look now, it's clean, one level at a time, just paved with stones!"

"When was this repaired? Why didn't we notice it!"

They walked this ordinary path in life over and over again, but ignored it over and over again.

People always seem to ignore the most familiar objects around them.
In fact, they may have noticed it before, but they only thought about it once and then forgot.

After being reminded, everyone suddenly realized how much changes the designers had brought to them unknowingly, and how much convenience and comfort they had brought to their lives.

Everyone was amazed, and some even stepped on it hard with their feet, feeling that it was really strong.

"Designer Bai, all designers, you are our Buddha and the Bodhisattva of our village!"

Resisting the joy in their hearts, the villagers all looked at Bai Gongtong's team and expressed their gratitude.

"this is what we are supposed to do."

"Guys, if you don't dislike us, let's just toss around!"

Gong Tong replied with a smile.

Banxia, ​​Qianhe, Chen Lin, Zuo Chao, and everyone in the team were filled with joy from the bottom of their hearts.

This sense of satisfaction and pride is so comfortable that no amount of money can achieve it.

It took a long time for the group to move on again. This time, all the villagers became more emotional, and they all opened their eyes wide to watch carefully the changes in the village bit by bit.

When I am in a better mood, my focus is different, and my eyes will naturally light up when I find beauty!

On the way, people exclaimed more and more frequently.

Every meticulous detail of the designers is gradually excavated by the big guys.

"Look at this canal."

"In the past, all kinds of sewage flowed across our village, but now through the guidance of these canals, it has become a beautiful scenery instead!"

"How tidy and beautiful."

"Come here, come here, stand here and look towards the village!"

"Wow, is this our village?"

"How can I see a fairy smell?"

"Hey, I saw my house!"

"How come our village has become so beautiful without knowing it, with houses stacked on top of each other."

Row upon row of trails, the uniform appearance of the village, and the waterscape gathered by a row of drainage channels.
The overall transformation of the village has finally gradually emerged.

Every exclamation made the villagers more joyful and excited, and they looked at the designers beside them with gratitude from the bottom of their hearts.

This exclamation was like a sentence of praise, Ren Guangbai and Chen Lin were all flattered.

The originally fast road took more than half an hour abruptly.

Came to Jinxiu Fang, which was converted from an old stilted building.

The women in the crowd couldn't wait the most, and walked in first.

"This is the dyeing room!"

"Yes, it must be, look at the rows of dye vats"

The first overhead floor, which was originally used to raise livestock, was lifted up by Davidia involucrata, and dye vats were placed there.

As he approached, he reached out and touched the body of the vat, imagining in his mind the scene of dyeing cloth here in the near future.

Whether it is the aunt or the young daughter-in-law, they all laughed.

Turning around and going up to the second floor, the beautiful scenery hit everyone's heart at once.

I only saw six looms lined up neatly at the place with the best orientation and the best view. The sun shone in from the balcony and sprinkled on the looms, making the folds shine in the eyes of the Bouyei Weaver Girl.
In their eyes, there are already their shadows on the empty loom, they are weaving, chatting and singing.
The men and uncles in the village seemed much calmer, looking around with a smile.

The third floor of Jinxiufang is partially full-height, which is used for display, and the finished products are hung, waiting for the appreciation of tourists from all directions in the future.
"These pussies."

"When I see this loom, I can't walk!"

After a long time, the women came out reluctantly, and the fat man clasped his hands behind his back and yelled loudly.

He said, but the pace under his feet was the fastest, and he rushed towards Wanniantai a little impatiently.

In fact, Wanniantai is the simplest, that is, a square platform is built in the middle of an open space, and there is a small room next to the platform, which is used for singing, and there are long benches in front of the platform.
But it is such a simple place, but it makes the elders laugh from ear to ear.

Even the aunt who can't sing, the middle-aged people laughed.

They suddenly felt that there should be such a place in the whole village, a place where they can listen to old people sing and play, and chat
As soon as they arrived, the fat and thin old man rushed into the hut first.

After a while, the fat old man took out a bamboo-tube qin, the skinny old man took out a sanxian, and the other old men also took out beef leg bones, Yueqin, and gourds.
A group of eight walked straight to the Wannian Terrace.

"Hey, you guys are ready to sing!"

With a soft drink, everyone happily sat down on the bench one by one.

Eight old people sat in a row on the stage, paused, adjusted their status, and adjusted their next affairs.

Soon, there was a babbling sound.
Playing and singing at the same time, the song is Na Sheng Dan Jing Mo Chou
The sound surrounds the mountains, and there is a touching melodious
The singing is very expressive and very nice.

There were children and family members of the elderly in the audience. They were all surprised, and couldn't believe that it was their father singing.

The children have never known about this craft, and they have never paid attention to it!

Thanks to the excavation of such ancient music by Baitongtong, otherwise when the elders are old, the music will be gradually taken into the grave.

When the song "He Xi Tang" came to an end, there was immediate applause and applause from the audience.

Is singing heartily, singing happily.

On the stage, the fat old man in the lead was triumphant, but this old man seemed to have a natural sense of joy, and he was always serious for only two minutes.

I saw him frowning suddenly on the stage, sniffing and looking around:
"Did you smell any fragrance?"

"Warm, sweet rice fragrance."

"Seems to be"

The fat old man yelled loudly.

His actions and words made the audience burst into laughter.

"It's flower rice."

"That's right, it's Huami."

When someone picks up, the old man responded with a look of sudden realization.

"Master Fat, you must be hungry!"

"Haha, it's past two o'clock, it's lunch time, I should be hungry!"

"The soft and sweet rice fragrance, it's not the Chinese New Year holiday yet, old man He wants to eat flowery rice."

Everyone was joking, but a sudden voice stopped them abruptly.

"It's not in vain to grow this body, and the nose is smarter than a dog's nose."

A slightly dry, blunt sound is inserted.

When the fat man heard the words, he opened his eyes, looked towards the place where the sound came from, and opened his mouth to curse angrily.

But I never thought that when I saw the figure clearly, I stopped abruptly, opened my mouth and shouted respectfully: "Uncle Ma!"

The villagers were surprised and looked back.

"Master!"

"Maye, you haven't been out of the mountain for a long time."

"Yes, Madam"

All the villagers shouted May Lord one after another.

Gong Tong also looked over and saw two people, one old and one young, and the one called Ma Ye was an old man who didn't seem easy to get along with.

Gray hair and poked goatee.

Although he is old, his body is very strong, and his steps are more agile than ordinary youths.

The young man beside him slowed down a step, pushing a cart with two wooden barrels on it.

Who is this old man?

Gongtong was a little curious. She had been in Banwan Village for several months, but she had never seen this old man.

However, judging from the tone of the villagers, this mayor seems to have some prestige.

"The flower rice is too much."

Ma Ye nodded, without expression, and his tone was very flat: "I can't finish eating."

"Take the village to see if anyone eats."

Hearing this, the young man next to Ma Ye showed a slight smile on his face, as if he was afraid of being discovered and put it away quickly.

Gongtong caught the fleeting expression of the young man, and felt that this weird old man had something interesting.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but Gong Tong always felt that Master Ma's eyes swept over him for a moment when he spoke.

"eat!"

"Uncle Ma, I can eat as much rice as you make!"

The fat man was startled, with a smile on his face, the novice didn't look like an old man, he got off the stage with a bang, put the piano down and ran towards the old man
"Master, I want it too!"

"Your craftsmanship is nothing to say, every day I dream of eating the food you cook."

"Smell, it's really fragrant, this flower rice smells extraordinary!"

"No one in our village can make this taste."

"Flower rice made by Ma Ye is called flower rice!"

The villagers all rushed up.

The wooden barrel was opened, revealing steaming, colorful rice.

The fragrance permeates the entire Wanniantai.

Miss Banxia exposed her foodie nature, sniffing quietly with her small nose, and swallowing saliva constantly in her mouth
(End of this chapter)