At this time, more than 20 men were rehearsing dragon dances in the open space outside the Chunqian Committee of Hongshi Village.

The dragon body made of straw may not look high enough, but it circles under the villagers, as flexible as if it is coming alive. It is golden and radiant in the sun.

Although the dragon's body is simple, the dragon's head is colorful. In the wind, the tassels, eyelids, and dragon beards are flying, which are majestic.

The entire open space was filled with grass dragons dancing. The onlookers kept retreating and cheered loudly: "It's good to look good. I haven't seen dragon dance for many years. Today I'm so addicted to it."

"The last time I danced a dragon was sixteen years ago, right?"

"Yes, it's just that in the county town, even though the floats in other towns are so popular, our village's grass dragons will be compared to them as soon as they come out."

Gao Chunrong: "Jianguo, are you thirsty or not, I will feed you a sip of water."

"Hey, hey, Madam Gao, why are you messing around? Go back quickly. You are not responsible for hitting me."

...

There were more and more villagers watching the dragon dance, and they were so blocked that they were blocked.

In addition to the villagers, many tourists also came, and they kept taking pictures with their mobile phones. They were all excited and red, applauding, praising, and whistling. A drone hovered in the air for 20 meters, and someone was explaining loudly. Yes, this is the UP host of the self-media. A few of the tourists were doing videos. After they came to the village, they also communicated with Ronan and made a series of programs.

Luo Nan was naturally there, she was a little annoyed and regretted that she had not brought the drone to the scene and could not take the whole picture of the entire dragon dance scene.

Song Qingyun comforted beside him: "Lone Nan, don't be angry. If you don't feel satisfied with the filming today, you can go to the area with us. The post-genius is the formal Peasant Art Expo. I heard that the scene there is quite big, and the films are definitely good."

Luo Nan was surprised: "Secretary Song, do you really want to take me there?"

Song Qingyun smiled and said, "You have long legs? Even if I don't bring them, can't you go there yourself?"

When they heard their conversation, the other UP stayed attentively. They asked what was going on. When they heard that there was a peasant art fair? The village was about to come out on site, they were all excited and said, "What are you going to, Luo Nan, Lao Du? Let's just make a group of people."

Durimei said repeatedly, "Okay, let's go together, I'll drive?" Everyone will squeeze in. The people at the fair the day after tomorrow are absolutely crowded. We have to arrive at the venue early to grab a good seat. By the way, I don't know if drones are allowed to fly there? I also have to ask the organizer.

He said again: "Song Qingyun? I'll give you some advice."

Song Qingyun: "You said."

Durimei: "Did the villagers who dance the dragon uniformly wear their clothes? Look at them, some wear military rubber shoes, some wear leather sneakers, and some wear old men's vests, which are messy and not good-looking."

Song Qingyun: "It makes sense? But time is tight? It's too late to do it now... Wait? I have some ideas."

He hurriedly took out his phone and called Xia Yutian. After talking about this, he said, "Brother Xia?" Is your girlfriend, Teacher Zhang, a teacher from a primary school in the city? As far as I know, the school often organizes students to participate in similar literary and artistic activities, ask her if she has any clothes, and borrows more than twenty sets for use.

Xia Yutian was weak: "I haven't confirmed my relationship with any girlfriend yet! You won't really go to the expo venue... Oh, why do you tell me about you... I'll ask you."

Song Qingyun smiled and said, "Okay, okay, it's not a girlfriend, it's just a contact and dating. By the way, Brother Xia, you sound very weak. What happened?"

It would be fine if he didn't ask. When he asked, Xia Yutian became angry and shouted, "Are you blind? You didn't watch WeChat exercises. If you walk 30,000 to 40,000 steps a day, you will be weak."

It turns out that Teacher Zhang is probably due to professional habits. Everyone looks like her students, and they all want to change the other person's views and have a strong desire to control themselves.

Since he agreed to date Xia Yutian, he began to take over his life in full. First of all, he can't drink alcohol, he can't eat big fat meat, and he has to go for 40,000 steps every day to exercise.

At the beginning, Comrade Xia Yutian didn't take this matter seriously. He had to walk when he went out, and he was just in a good way. He could do 3,500 steps or 10,000 or 20,000. He didn't have to set a fixed goal for himself.

But Teacher Zhang stopped doing it and checked Comrade Xia’s exercise every day. Once you find that the number of steps is not enough, you will keep reminding and reminding until the WeChat exercise meets the standards.

Otherwise, you won’t date Xia Yutian. Even if you barely meet, you will be frosty. It’s a slightest way to educate you on how to control your life. “A person’s strength comes from self-discipline.” “A gentleman is cautious in his own self-discipline.” “Life always needs ideals, otherwise what is the difference between it and a salted fish?”

The soul chicken soup is powerful, and Xiao Xia is a little devastated.

After hearing this, Song Qingyun burst into laughter: "How did you hear that you have a little smug taste? Is it amazing to have a girlfriend?"

"I'm so fucking!" Xia Yutian paused: "It's amazing to have a girlfriend."

After a while, Xia Yutian called to say things were done.

It turns out that because bandits and bastards were unearthed since ancient times, the folk martial arts practice was extremely popular. In the early years, several so-called martial arts masters appeared in the city, which were well-known in China.

In the economic era, everything has to be linked to money. One of the masters runs a martial arts school, collects about a hundred students, hires several teachers, teaches Chinese, mathematics, physics, chemistry, English, Sanda boxing.

Because Teacher Zhang belongs to the education system and has had contact with the martial arts school, he borrowed more than 20 sets of school uniforms and asked Song Qingyun and the others to come to get it at noon tomorrow.

Song Qingyun was overjoyed and did not argue with Xia Yutian. He sincerely thanked him for a long time, and finally said, "Teacher Zhang is not bad, you can marry him."

The rehearsal of the grass bark dragon finally ended successfully. Gong Zhenxin, who was dancing the dragon head, took the tea handed over by someone else in sweat, and drank a lot of breath while sitting on the chair.

Dragon Dance is a physical job, and he is not in good health. Although he is sweating heavily at the moment, his face is a little pale.

Song Qingyun was a little worried: "Secretary Zhenxin, if you can't stand it, don't go, there will be me and Yonghua."

Gong Zhenxin shook his head: "Qingyun, it's not that I don't trust you and Yonghua. If the transportation problem is not solved for a day, the rural tourism in Hongshi Village will not be done well in one day. This is related to the good days ahead of us in the village. I, the branch secretary, must go. Besides, to put it bluntly the day after tomorrow, it will be a complaint the day after tomorrow, and the consequences will definitely be serious. At that time, we will definitely be dealt with by our superiors. If I am a branch secretary, I am not evading responsibility. If you say it out, I am still an individual. What kind of face does it have to be the party branch secretary?"

"I, Gong Zhenxin, are also a well-known man. It is impossible for me to be a deserter."

Song Qingyun: "But... your body."

"What's the big deal? At most, I die of illness at the scene, and I will devote myself to it until I die."

Song Qingyun was shocked: "Not to it, not to it."

The next day, two cars rented by Liu Yonghua were parked at the entrance of the village. One was a minibus for carrying people; the other was an agricultural vehicle, and the other was a grass-carrying dragon.

In addition to the dragon dance villagers, Gong Zhenxin, Song Qingyun, Liu Yonghua and Chen Jianguo also went there.

The group took a bus for more than two hours to arrive at the martial arts school. Teacher Zhang and a martial arts school teacher were already waiting there, opening the warehouse to find school uniforms, and letting the villagers find suitable codes to wear on their own.

The uniforms of the martial arts school are bright yellow, with double-breasted buttons and bloomers. They are all hung to the knees when they are worn, which is flexible.

But the clothes are made of chemical fiber materials, and the workmanship is rough, so I guess I can buy one for a few dozen yuan.

The martial arts school is full of 16 or 17-year-old raw melon seeds. They work hard all day long and don’t care about cultural learning. The clothes have been soaked in sweat for countless times. The collar is covered with black oil and dirt, and the strong smell of sweat has been plastered.

Everyone laughed and put on their clothes, lined up in a row, and when they saw that they were simply scattered soldiers and brave men in the old movies.

Gong Zhenxin was so angry that he glared: "Better to be more energetic, the team can't even line up well, how can you dance dragons?"

I borrowed the clothes and thanked Teacher Zhang. It was lunch time. Song Qingyun and the village cadres gathered money and everyone went to eat the beef soup pot.

He agreed with the cadres that all the expenses for the villagers to go to the area this time will be paid for by the four of them. If the matter is done, they will be reimbursed in the collective account in the future. If they are messed up, they will pay for it out of their own pockets.

However, depending on the lunch situation, it is probably not easy to reimburse. The reason is very simple. The villagers are all big-bellied men. More than 20 people swept through the shop owner and emptied all the inventory of the shop owner.

The beef soup pot is full of meat, and the dishes are very hard, so the price is naturally not cheap. This meal costs thousands of yuan.

Everyone was fully satisfied and said, "Follow Secretary Song, Uncle Zhenxin, Yonghua is good for business trips. Eat meat at will. If you have any questions, please call us."

"Why dare you bring you again? It's so edible." Chen Jianguo muttered: "It's just the beginning, and I still have the money for dinner and staying in the hotel. I have to eat for one more day tomorrow, so this is not easy to make."

After dinner, we had a short rest and the team continued to set off.

After arriving at the area, the hotel was not found.

It turned out that in order to welcome this Farmers' Art Expo, major schools in the region had a holiday, and many participants and tourists came. The hotels in the city were full and there was no room at all.

Seeing that it was evening, it was not yet settled. Finally, Liu Yonghua said, "Okay, let's sleep in the bridge cave tonight."

Song Qingyun originally planned to go home, but he felt a little embarrassed to leave so many villagers who answered the 24-hour hot water home. After thinking about it, he said, "The bridge cave is not enough. I have a good place to go, which has water and electricity, can shelter from wind and rain, but there is no bed."

"It's good to have a rest." Everyone said,

The place Song Qingyun was looking for was a abandoned state-owned enterprise factory building. He originally planned to demolish and transform it into a large supermarket. Unfortunately, the developer did not have enough funds, so he stopped it, and it took two years to stop.

He happened to know the guard guard at the factory, and took everyone over and said a few nice words, threw a pack of cigarettes, and the guard opened the workshop and let everyone in.

Everyone was very happy to see the space was spacious, so they swept the floor and got the shed cloth from the factory to live in. Anyway, the weather was hot, so they were not afraid of catching a cold.

Despite this, considering that Gong Zhenxin was in poor health, Song Qingyun still let him squeeze in the gate all night.

Everyone ate less supper and spent 430. It was not that the villagers felt sorry for the village cadres, but mainly because the food was not to the taste.

The region and city W are 60 kilometers apart, and their customs and eating habits are very different.

"What kind of beef soup pot is this? Why is it so big that the smell of braised medicine? Is there anyone who makes soup pot like this? Dogs don't eat it?" a villager complained.

Chen Jianguo was so happy that his eyes narrowed into a slit: "If you don't like it, just pick up two more bowls of rice." This is what he wants.
Chapter completed!