Hearing this answer, Zhang He was stunned.

"I didn't think about learning the old dialect before, but from today on, I want to learn the old dialect, sing the old dialect, and inherit the old dialect. Zhang Chuan's tone was firm.

Lin Xiao nodded and said, "Grandpa Delin, what do you think?"

"Since he is willing to learn the old dialect, then we will definitely teach him, no matter when it is never too late to learn the old dialect, and we are very happy. Zhang Delin said slowly.

He had expected this.

Zhang Chuan is so familiar that it is impossible not to be tempted by the old dialect, not to mention that today's old dialect is no longer what it used to be, and it can make money and feed people.

"Zhang Chuan, please take a seat. Lin Xiao said.

Because Zhang He said in advance that he didn't want to be on TV, Wu Yue did not arrange Zhang He's role.

The communication on stage also mainly revolves around the old artists and Liu Xingwu.

Wait until the first section is over and the second section begins.

"The beauty of sound" is mainly a performance, showing the beauty of sound to the audience.

The other two Quyi, who served as foils, came on the stage first, and performed two shows casually, and it was Huayin's turn to appear at the end.

As soon as Zhang Delin and them appeared on the stage, the audience applauded fiercely.

Everyone has heard the old voice on the news, but they haven't seen the old voice performance with their own eyes, and they are all very excited.

Zhang Delin and the others were still sitting on the bench at home, holding the musical instrument in their hands, and then started singing.

The first song is still "Will Shake the Mountains and Rivers", with a little modern elements of the performance, and the second song removed these things and sang a song "A Pearl Lying in the Sea", singing a pure old-fashioned flavor.

After the audience compared, they found that the two have their own characteristics, and they are not equal.

Young people like something new, and older people like the original old ones.

At the end of the performance, we will move on to the third section of the program recording.

In the "Bright Voices" section, the bright voices of the night are selected through the audience's voting.

Zhang He and Zhang Chuan under the stage voted for Lao Yan as a matter of course.

The voting process was very ups and downs, and Wu Yue whetted the audience's appetite by setting up some suspense.

On the stage, Lin Xiao stood with a microphone in her hand, and she looked at the card in her hand, which showed the number of votes counted by the staff.

Lin Xiao smiled: "Our voting results have come out. ”

"Grandpa Delin, how many places do you think you can get?"

Zhang Delin smiled heartily when he heard this: "The ranking is not important, there are so many people who like the old style, we will not sing in vain!"

The audience burst into applause.

The old artists not only have deep artistic skills, but also every artist has no desire for fame and fortune, and everything they do is because they really like the old style.

"Now I announce the results of the audience's voting!" Lin Xiao said slowly.

"First place, Huayin old dialect, one hundred and three votes!"

The audience was only 200 people, and they got more than half of the votes, and the first place was well deserved.

Everyone began to applaud.

After all the rankings were announced, Lin Xiao presented a trophy to the old artists, with the words "Bright Voice" written on it.

It's a great honor.

The other two quyi representatives knew that they were actually just a foil this time, and they all congratulated one after another.

When the recording ends, the audience begins to leave.

Zhang Delin wiped the sweat from his head and sighed: "This recording of a show is more tiring than me singing for three hours." ”

"Look at your cowardice, it's like this to record a show, what else can you do!" Zhang Deyun joked.

His personality is relatively active among the old artists, not only did he not have stage fright when recording the show, but he also had witty remarks, and sometimes Lin Xiao couldn't answer.

"As long as you can. Zhang Delu said with a smile on the side.

Several old artists were very excited and walked out of the recording hall together.

"After we post-produce this show, we'll release it next week as soon as possible. Wu Yue said slowly.

"There's no hurry, as long as it can be sent. Zhang He said with a smile.

Anyway, it's already been recorded, and it's a matter of time before it is sent out, so there's no need to rush.

Wu Yue wants to take advantage of the current popularity of the old voice, so that Qin Shengguang can be watched by more people and increase the ratings.

"Let's go, let's go to dinner together, the restaurant has been booked. Wu Yue greeted.

"No need Director Wu, we're still going back in a hurry, so you don't have to break the bank. Zhang He excused himself.

"What are you doing in such a hurry, it's too late to go back after dinner, this meal is what I invited you on behalf of Shaanxi TV, you can be reimbursed, and there will be more when we cooperate in the future." Wu Yue smiled.

Huayin Laohua is a local traditional opera in Shaanxi, and now its influence has gradually expanded, as a local TV station in Shaanxi, it will definitely continue to cooperate with Laohua in the future, not just the last Qin Sheng.

Zhang He couldn't refuse, so he had to agree.

After the group had dinner in the restaurant, Zhang He and the old artists returned to Hugou Village.

Wu Yue said that he would be next week, and sure enough, it was next week.

At night, everyone in Hugou Village sat in front of the TV, waiting for the broadcast of "Qin Sheng".

After the opening video, the show officially began.

In the picture of the TV, Zhang Delin and others slowly walked onto the stage.

Zhao Yun smiled: "Grandpas are very handsome!"

"That must be handsome!" Zhang Deyun said with a smug face.

"This old singing can still be sung on TV?" Zhang Erbao said with some doubts.

He is lazy to eat, so naturally he will not learn the old dialect, and likes to make money quickly.

In the past, how could the village sing in the old dialect get so much attention, but now seeing this scene, the people of Hugou Village are very surprised.

sang in the village, sang in the People's Theater, and sang on Shaanxi TV.

"Why can't we, our old dialect is a national intangible cultural heritage, not to mention TV, maybe we can go to Beijing in the future!" Zhao Yun scolded.

Zhang Erbao shrank his head and didn't dare to say anything more.

Singing to Beijing?

Zhang He was stunned in his heart, I'm afraid it's still early to sing to Beijing, and the old dialect is just becoming popular in Shaanxi now.

But that day shouldn't be too far away.

After watching the show, everyone went back to their rooms to sleep, and the excitement in their hearts was inevitable, and they tossed and turned all night because they were happy.

The next day, I pulled myself together and went to the theater to prepare for the evening's performance.

Zhang Yusheng and the others knew about Delin's class on TV, but everyone was not jealous.

Delin class is the only class that insists on singing the old dialect, and it is they who have brought the old dialect into the national intangible cultural heritage list, and now everything is what they deserve.

The old tone is on fire, and there are more people watching it, which is good for everyone.

At 6 p.m., ticket sales began at the entrance of the theater.

Zhang He opened the door of the theater and was stunned.

At the entrance of the theater stood a dense crowd of people, and it seemed that there were dozens of them.

"What are you doing here?" Zhang He asked.

"Let's come and see the old man, your theater is open, I want to buy a ticket!" one shouted.

"In order to listen to the old words, I came from Xi'an, and it is not easy to come all the way, so I will sell them first. "A man is about to rush up.

"What's wrong with Xi'an? I'm still running from Baoji!"

"I still came from Yan'an to listen to the old talk, so I should be the first to buy a ticket!"

The crowd began to push and shove, wanting to be the first to enter.

Seeing the scene in front of him, Zhang He hurriedly said: "Don't rob, don't rob, the tickets are enough, come one by one!"

These people came from out of town to listen to the old talk, which is really surprising.

"Zhang Chuan, come out to help, sell tickets!" Zhang He greeted.

Zhang Chuan hurriedly ran out and was shocked when he saw the scene at the door.

"Uncle He, are you all here to listen to the old talk?" Zhang Chuan said in disbelief.

The last time there were so many people was when it first opened, but now it seems that there are more people this time than that time.

"Less nonsense, start selling tickets, buy tickets and everyone can go straight in and wait. Zhang He shouted.

After saying that, he hurriedly went into the ticket hall and tore the ticket paper for the audience.

Zhang Chuan didn't dare to delay, and immediately went in.

One by one, the audience bought tickets to enter the venue, and everyone was very excited.

By seven o'clock, more than 200 tickets had been sold for the 300 seats.

The sales results are simply horrible.

By the time the show officially began, all 300 tickets had been sold out, and the rest of the people had to sit on small benches and watch the performance in the aisle.

At the evening performance, Zhang Yusheng and the others were excited, they had not seen so many audiences for a long time.

In order to perform this scene well for the audience, the theater performed for an extra hour, so that the performance was worthy of the ticket price and the audience's travel all the way.

After the performance, the theater began to end, and the audience left one after another, and many audience members even ran up to the stage to take photos with the old artists.

Placed before, this has never been done before.

"You say that we are a farmer, we can sing a play, why do we still act like stars?" said several old artists.

Tired is tired, but happy in my heart.

It was already late when everything was finished, and after packing up his things, Zhang He returned to Hugou Village.

Early the next morning, Zhang He got up from the bed with sleepy eyes and looked at the time on his mobile phone, it was exactly eight o'clock.

got up and washed, Zhang He was ready to drive to the theater to arrange the follow-up.

"Xiao He, this is the leftover breakfast sold in the morning, you probably haven't eaten it yet, take it and eat some, if you don't eat it, it's a waste." Zhao Yun rode back to the yard on a tricycle and took down the leftover breakfast sold on the car.

There was also a bowl of spicy soup and a few fried dough sticks left.

"Thank you, sister-in-law. Zhang He was not polite, and sat on the small table in the courtyard and ate.

While eating, the sound of a car engine sounded outside.

A small black car stopped at the entrance of the compound.

Zhang He raised his head suspiciously, and two middle-aged men walked down from the car.

The two of them were dressed like they were from the city, not from the county, but from the big city.

One knocked on the door, saw Zhang He sitting inside, and asked softly, "Is this Mr. Zhang Delin's home?"

"Yes. Zhang He nodded.

Hearing the reply, two men slowly walked in.