Not only Uncle Xiang was excited, but also the elderly were very excited.

Take the Chinese New Year as an example, young people nowadays basically have no awareness and concept of the New Year.

At most, go home to the grave, eat a New Year's dinner, and feel that the task has been completed.

There is no New Year's flavor at all.

The night of the Chinese New Year's Eve became a public gambling event.

Everywhere you can see a few people playing cards around the stove, and families with slightly better conditions may have a mahjong machine.

It seems that at the card table, it can show how capable they are at the job today, and how much money they have found outside?

It's not small, twenty or thirty Sichuan hemp are available.

The old people look forward to the stars and the moon and the children who come back, and after the reunion dinner, even sitting together and making trouble has become a luxury.

Uncle Xiang remembered the years when he was not dominated by electrical appliances and mobile phones, the neighbors, the mansion compound, and the spacious dam were lively and lively.

Several suona masters, singing the song "Hundred Birds and Phoenix" in unison, added a bit of New Year's flavor.

The children affectionately shouted to their grandparents, the elders sat in front of the fire, and the hall gave out candy and red envelopes, although there were not many, five cents, one piece, one cent was love, and the children were very happy to hold it in their hands.

After Uncle Xiang remembered his little things, he looked forward to the New Year every day, waiting for his parents to come back from the supply and marketing cooperatives in the evening for a little fruit candy and distribute it to a few brothers and sisters in the family.

Thinking of the happy appearance of standing in front of the door, with snot and eating fruit candy, half is happy and half worried.

Time has passed and will never return, and the past can only be recalled, which really responds to this sentence.

Now that the taste of the New Year has completely changed, young people don't take it seriously.

On the contrary, the city has taken it seriously, and on the streets, squares, and shops, you can see New Year's greetings everywhere, dazzling neon lights.

Although there are differences in the understanding of the year between urban and rural people, at least they have this taste.

Uncle Xiang remembered that on the first day of the Lunar New Year last year, several families in the group stopped hanging their lanterns, and they didn't eat the rice balls.

He is a traditional person, and he feels uncomfortable watching traditional culture decline.

The villagers listened to the words of Xiang Uncle, and they were deeply touched and responded one after another.

"Director Zhang, I am deeply ashamed of your proposal, as an old man in Wanling Village, I can't do well at this point!" Uncle Wang sighed and said.

"It's everyone's responsibility to pass on culture. Aunt Liu shouted.

Maybe she can't deeply understand the meaning of culture, but she sees everything that is gradually losing around her.

No one blew the suona in the village, the window grilles were not cut, and the most traditional hand-waving dance was no longer danced.

The three major cultures and arts of Wanling Village have not been performed for many years.

The skills of the master are still there, and no one in the younger generation wants to learn it, let alone listen to it.

As soon as Zhang Hao mentioned this matter today, the emotions that the villagers had suppressed for many years suddenly exploded.

Zhang Hao originally responded to the policy requirements and grasped the culture, but he didn't expect the villagers to be so sensitive and react violently.

"Since everyone has this meaning, let's discuss it today and put this matter into practice. Zhang Hao said.

At the meeting, the villagers responded positively and stood up one after another to put forward their opinions.

Although some of the opinions are naïve, at least they are willing to participate in the team of cultural preservation.

The discussion was intense, and in the end, the villagers agreed with Zhang Hao's proposal to set up a song and dance troupe.

The name "Wanling Song and Dance Troupe" is still the meaning of the word "Wanling" in the picture.

The song and dance troupe was established, and someone had to take care of it, otherwise it would become a three-minute enthusiasm, and it would fade after a while.

This is not what Zhang Hao wants to see.

The township government gave Wanling Village four places for full-time professionals.

Zhao Xiaoqian chose to use one for accounting, and there are still three places left.

Zhang Hao decided to choose a specialist in cultural work to specialize in managing and carrying forward the history and culture of Wanling Village.

He already had a choice in mind.

This person is Zhang Guihua, after all, it is the Zhang family, Zhang Guihua is enthusiastic and motivated to do things.

The main thing is shameless, in the local parlance, called "out of color!"

Dare to show herself, Zhang Guihua can't wait for everyone to look at her.

Even if her dancing is unsightly, she can finish the show blindly.

The last time I chose an accountant, I lost to Zhao Xiaoqian, and these two women were the best among the young daughters-in-law in the village.

Instead of letting the two of them look at each other unpleasantly, it is better to pull on a rope and exert their strength in one place.

The only thing that Zhang Hao couldn't bear was Zhang Guihua's enthusiasm.

So welcoming.

I almost took off my clothes that night, and it's scary to think about.

However, in the village, Zhang Hao has not heard Zhang Guihua's gossip about not abiding by women's morals.

As for that night, she pushed Zhang Hao unabashedly, Zhang Hao thought that maybe she couldn't resist her delicate face, or her excellent connotation.

The person is decided, but in principle, the villagers have to choose, and Zhang Hao is even more difficult to take the initiative to propose, so as not to have objections from the villagers.

Zhang Hao said: "Everyone knows my style of doing things, since I want to do it, I must do a good job, I decided to choose another full-time professional management of cultural affairs,

The method of open election is still adopted, and everyone can elect or self-nominates. ”

Zhang Hao just finished speaking.

Zhang Guihua got up and said, "I think I have the ability to serve." ”

Very confident.

The villagers all looked back at her, and the villagers just couldn't get used to her usual clothes, whether they were foreign or not earthy.

I don't have much of an opinion about her as a person.

It would be better to be more polite to your elders.

Of course, no one is perfect, and outsiders can't force her to be what she likes.

As his daughter-in-law, Uncle Xiang decisively stood up and called Zhang Guihua.

He said: "Before the choice of accounting, Osmanthus is indeed a little rude, I hope you don't take it to heart, Osmanthus is actually very attentive, if you can follow the "Heavenly Road" team on the Spring Festival Gala this time, I believe her understanding of culture and art will go to a higher level." ”

Zhang Guihua was relieved and felt the love from Xiang's family.

Uncle Wang and Uncle Xiang are also old brothers, and when they were in collective production, they were among the best experts in the village, and they helped each other a lot.

Last time Zhao Xiaoqian was elected as an accountant, Uncle Wang finally said a few words that he didn't like, and now that I think about it, I can't help Uncle Xiang.

Uncle Wang immediately stood up to support Zhang Guihua and said, "Osmanthus is a girl, she is very interested in new things and has a strong learning ability, I think it's good that she is in charge." ”

Immediately, the villagers who rehearsed together all stood up to speak for Zhang Guihua.

I have been rehearsing for half a month, Zhang Guihua treats everyone very carefully, and the rehearsal is also very hard, and everyone can see the results.

If you have to pick a bone in the egg, Zhang Guihua is too straightforward and easy to offend people.

But the villagers are all from here, and there are countless words heavier than her, which are nothing compared to her.

Now it is time to hand over the development of the village to the young people, so that they can have that consciousness, so that the spirit of Wanling Village will not be interrupted from generation to generation.