Live broadcast: I raise bees deep in the rainforest

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【Zhu Maomao, 99 likes: OK, OK, it's finally done】

【Longing for happiness, giving away a plane: The host is simply a god. He raises bees, grows flowers, catches fish, does carpentry, cooks, and practices herbal medicine. Is there anything he doesn’t know?】

【Eternal, give away 1 card: Maybe he will have a baby. 】

The comments came one after another.

In the live broadcast room.

The atmosphere was very lively.

In front of Su Ran was a new Fenggu machine.

He held an axe in his hand and turned the axe over to use as a hammer.

He was adding pieces of wood to it with mortise and tenon structures.

Tighten it.

The heavy sound echoed in the yard.

When he hammered a nail made of wood into the Fenggu car owner's frame. He finally wiped the sweat off his face.

A smile appeared on his face.

The Fenggu machine he made has the same appearance as the old Fenggu machine next to it.

"In order to take into account the height of Ah Hui's wife, he also cut the wooden legs a little shorter.

One new and one old.

The two Fenggu machines were compared together.

Netizens were excited.

【The rich man is in trouble and sends a super rocket: Don't pay attention to the useless fish on the floor above, Master, please accept your disciple's greeting】

【Liu Cunyi, president of Da'an Woodworking Association, sent out a rocket: That's amazing. To be honest, I don't even know how to make a wood blower.】

【Wood craftsman Liu Tiankai gave away an airplane: Now they are all electric, but I support preserving this traditional craft and never let it be lost】

【Old wooden grandfather Afu sent out a rocket: Young man, come and see if it can be used.】

【……】

The traditional machine was made.

But whether it can be used or not is very worrying.

Su Ran read the comments and wanted to know.

After all, this is the first traditional farm tool he made.

But now is not the season to harvest rice.

No one is drying rice.

He doesn't want to put stones, which will be difficult to clean up.

He thought about it and walked towards Grandma Chun:"Grandma, the Fenggu car is ready."

"Do you have any rice at home? Let’s try it out and see if it works."

Grandma Chun went in and out, watching him finish the rice cart, and excitedly pointed to the house:"The rice harvested last year is in the corner of the house."

"In addition to eating, I also feed chickens"

"Grandma can't move it, so you can take as much as you need yourself."

Su Ran nodded and walked into the house.

The light in the house was a little dim.

There was not much furniture.

Children's clothes and shoes were thrown everywhere.

Wang Xue sat on a small stool, holding a sweet potato, and looked at the radio on the table with a smile.

The broken radio was singing the local traditional drama, Coconut Island Opera.

Squeaky.

Gongs and drums were playing. It was very lively.

Su Ran walked to the sacks in the corner and checked the rice.

Netizens were attracted by the drama

【What a strange singing style, why can't I understand it?】

【I know Peking opera and Kun opera, but I have never heard of this】

【You know what, the suona is played vigorously, and the gongs and drums are loud too, haha】

【The anchor, please introduce me quickly. 】

Su Ran smiled and said to the live studio:"Actually, I don't really understand"

"But this is Coconut Island drama"

"It is a traditional local drama and a branch of southern drama."

"It is also divided into Sheng, Dan, Jing, Mo, Chou, and two classes of civil and military service."

"Coconut Island Opera is a local opera that is a branch of Yiyang Opera. It is based on Zaju Opera and absorbs the elements of Minnan Opera, Hui Opera, Kun Opera, Zhengyin Opera, song and dance, puppet show, Taoist music, etc."

"I remember there seemed to be several plays, which should be called"Huaiyin Ji","Pipa Ji","Single Sword Meeting" and"Yang Jiajiang"》"

"When I was a kid, there were often opera troupes in the countryside performing operas. It was as lively as the Spring Festival. Adults and children would bring stools to watch. If it was in the town or other villages, we would also form a group to watch."

"Nowadays, entertainment life is rich, and it is difficult for opera troupes to pass on their traditions. It has been many years since I have seen real people perform opera." (To read the exciting novels, go to Feilu Novel Network!)

"The older generation likes to listen to it, and can only find comfort on the radio."

After saying that, he took a gourd ladle and scooped some rice out.

【Old man Lin Yanlin, sent out a plane: Don’t talk about Coconut Island drama, in fact, many dramas have fallen into decline and become old people’s dramas】

【Grandpa Laomu Afu: Opera is rooted in the masses, and our Kunqu opera has also declined. I can only go to the park when I am free and sing a few lines with a few old friends. When we leave, it will probably be gone.】

【Old Carpenter Wang: People of our generation have been used to watching and listening to opera since childhood, but young people don’t like to listen to those weird music and movies. What the hell are they? It really ruins the culture left by our ancestors.】

【Brother Awen: Opera is a traditional culture and must be protected.....】

【……】

Su Ran's words resonated with many people of the older generation.

But this is inevitable.

The times are always moving forward.

Just like the old black-and-white movies, they were once glorious, but they had to give up the stage.

Only those who really like and love this industry will pay attention to it and pass it down.

He took the gourd scoop to the yard, found the rice bran for feeding chickens, grabbed a handful and put it into the gourd scoop.

He shook it to make them more mixed.

"alright"

"These rice brans are brought back by the villagers when they go to thresh rice."

"It is better to feed the chickens and ducks than to throw them away."

"Traditional drama is declining, but it may also be because our generation is not old yet."

"Let's try this traditional rice cart!"

After saying that, he poured all the rice in the gourd into the cart.

Netizens watched nervously.

Even Wang Xue ran out, holding the struggling sweet potatoes, her eyes wide open with curiosity.

Su Ran found a bucket and placed it under the leaking mouth of the grain bucket, waiting for the clean rice to fall out.

He put his hand on the joystick and was about to shake it when he suddenly remembered something.

"Speaking of old things, the most common one when we were young was the hand tractor."

"Every time we saw the driver start the engine, we kids would like to watch from the side of the 4.8"

"The way to start the tractor is the same as the Fenggu car, but it is much more laborious."

As soon as he finished speaking , he pressed the Fenggu car with one hand and shook his head with the other. The sound of the fan blades turning slowly sounded.

The whistling sound became louder and louder, and it turned faster and faster. At this time, Su Ran reached out and twisted the card strip at the mouth of the bucket and put the rice in. Rustling... More than two kilograms of rice fell into the Fenggu car and was hit by the fan blades again. The rice bran flew out of the air outlet like dust and flew away. But the clean rice fell into the bucket from the leaky bucket. In the live broadcast room, countless netizens were boiling

【Success!】

【Rock the tractor haha】

【My dad used to drive a tractor, and it smelled like this, haha!】

【……】