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Chapter 194 Chapter 194: Ten Miles and Eight Villages
The nights in the country are as cool as water, especially in these days when winter is about to enter.

The woman invited Pang Xiaoxiao and other guests to sit around the firepit, set up an iron triangle, and then set up an iron pot, and began to prepare the dinner for Feng Yi and others.

When the crystal clear bacon was covered on the fried rice, Feng Yi and the others already hated that they only had one mouth, and they ate all of them, as if they had just escaped from the city.

The old man and the woman watched them eating, the woman went to set up the kettle and started to boil the water, while the old man sat on the chair and continued to smoke the pipe.

Put down the bowl after eating, and the fire in front of you will warm your body and make you sleepy.

Fortunately, the old man's home is a small western-style building with many rooms, but he has to make his own bed. The old couple usually cannot sleep in so many rooms.

In this weather, it's just right to cover the quilt, it's not too cold, and it's not too hot.

Lying on the bed, the fatigue from the day's journey immediately came over me, and I was speechless all night.

The next morning, several people were awakened by the smell of the house, and when they went downstairs, they saw a woman cooking and cooking.

Everyone had experience in doing farmhouse chores at Senior Sister Pang Xiaoxiao's house before, so they all rushed up to help.

While helping the old woman, Pang Xiaoxiao inquired about Hu Nayao.

From the sound of the spatula colliding with the iron pan, Pang Xiaoxiao realized that this woman did not know how to sing Hu Nahou, she was a concubine, and when they got married, it was the old man's Hu Nahou folk song that moved her.

Those good things have already become the end of that era, the woman said while operating the spatula.

The old man can always come back in time. He went out to graze the cows early in the morning. At this time, he would take the cows home and have breakfast first, and in the afternoon, he would take the cows out again.

Pang Xiaoxiao asked about Hu Nahouhou at the dinner table. The old man said that he is the successor of this village, and he has not found a successor yet.

"Grandpa, where are your sons and daughters? Presumably they will also be able to shout nonsense?"

The old man sighed, put a piece of fern cake in his mouth, chewed and said, "Oh, don't talk about them, we only meet each other during Chinese New Year every year, and now it's hard for the whole village to find a young man to learn this thing. "

"Now that science and technology has developed, many young people are willing to go outside. The land at home is no longer cultivated, and the fields are deserted. This old art has no one for a long time. They are willing to be singers, celebrities, or actors. Who would want to go to the countryside to learn TV? It’s not enough to support the family now.”

"Before, I just pressured my own children to learn this bullshit. Who knows, this guy from my family refused to kneel down at the apprenticeship ceremony, saying that it is not the old age anymore, and people can't kneel down. I know him If he didn’t want to learn, we had no choice but to let him go because he was stubborn, and then he went out to work.”

"I was with him before, but there was a relatively honest person who wanted to learn this Hu Naao, but now the times have developed. After my son returned from working, he bought a car and built this house for us."

"At this time, the person who learned Hu Naihou before, who is still living in the small wooden house at home, spent a year doing some Hu Naihou singing jobs by going around towns and villages. He hadn't found a wife in his thirties. Fuck, ruined my job, burned the transcribed lyrics book, vowed never to sing Hu Nahao again, and ran out to work with my son in the second year, now I bought a car, repaired two floors of the house, and my daughter-in-law is also there Found one in the factory."

"So after that, no one in our village is willing to learn Hu Nailing anymore. Even those parents think it's just a folk song for after-dinner pastime, and they can't be on the stage. They even say to their sons and daughters who are interested in Hu Nailing , If you learn this, Uncle Zhang, who used to sing Hu Nayao in the village, will be your role model in the future, and you will not be able to marry a wife, buy a car, or repair a house."

Hearing the old man talk about these past events, Feng Yi and others fell into deep thought.

The world view has always been autonomous. Some people are willing to learn, and some people are not willing to learn. In terms of subjective motivation, it does not mean that the son of the old man’s family is wrong, nor can it be said that Uncle Zhang is wrong, and the times are not wrong. The sublimation of material will inevitably lead to the backwardness of traditional culture, and the main purpose of their research this time is to find the differentiation point between the two, to find commonalities, and to find the sustainable development path of this culture and art.

Pang Xiaoxiao said that he and others were here to do Hu Nailing's research activities, and wanted to ask grandpa for some lyrics, costumes, and dance information.

Grandpa was also generous, and directly showed the lyrics book to everyone, and Pang Xiaoxiao took pictures page by page.

The grandfather put on costumes and masks, and introduced the functions of these props and the meanings that need to be expressed, while Pang Xiaoxiao took photos and videos.

In the end, the old man was a little embarrassed.

"Nowadays, it's not easy for neighbors to sing in the middle of the day. In the past, they would even answer each other's lines when singing, but now they don't dare to speak, because others will say you are too noisy."

The old man said that he would go out to herd cattle in the afternoon and sing on the mountain.

Sitting at home watching TV for a while, the old man and the woman didn't know what to do at home. Anyway, the farmer's work would never be finished.

At three or four o'clock in the afternoon, the old man asked them to go out together, and drove a large and a small cattle towards the mountain.

There is a bell hanging on the neck of the ox, and every time he walks, the bell will ring. Every time he walks a distance, the ox will moo to the sky, and the ox in the distance will also utter a "moo" in response. .

Naturally, Feng Yi and others had never seen this kind of afternoon of herding cattle. In short, all the way when the cow bells were ringing, everyone felt extraordinarily peaceful.

The village is built on the hillside, and the cattle herding place is conveniently above the village. Walking on the road, the old man began to sing.

The tune this time is more relaxed than last night. Last night was a sacrifice, and the songs sang were more formal and serious. Now that they are going up the mountain to herd cattle, the tunes are naturally more lively.

When I came to the place where the cattle were grazing, it was a large stretch of land, and there were rocks in every land, and the rocks stood up. I don't know whether the land is in the rocks or the rocks are in the land.

"In the past, corn was planted here every year, but now it has been deserted for several years. The old people can't move it, and the sons don't let it grow. Now the land here is full of weeds."

The old man sits on a stone and smokes dry tobacco, while the ox gnaws on the weeds with his head down in the ground. Every time the pit moves, the bell will ring.

The old man spoke again, and this time he sang more sadly, a bit like "Xin Tian You" on the plateau, but each had its own form of expression.

In this stone forest, only the bells of the ox are constantly echoing the singing
(End of this chapter)