Just a few days after entering the wax moon, the production team beat gongs and drums in the yard and practiced Yangge. The snow on the ground was trampled flat, and the team of more than 100 people was divided into two teams, one male and one female, and Huang Xiaomen and Ye Ying trained separately first.

Twisting Yangge is actually a relatively simple dance, and the requirements for the eyes, body, and steps are not high, as long as the spirit is heady, the people are happy, and the twist is good-looking.

Under normal circumstances, it is "two days to get started, five days to twist". At the beginning, some wore sheepskin jackets and some wore cotton coats, and after practicing for less than an hour, they all took off their coats, and some even threw off the dogskin hats on their heads.

Because I just started practicing, I didn't wear costumes, and I could only try it for two days before the official performance.

However, those who are more special must first arm themselves with props, such as running dry boats, riding donkeys, and so on.

The most tired is the big-headed doll, with several pounds of head set on the neck, swaying in and out, and immediately feeling top-heavy. After more than ten minutes, my head was like lead, my neck was swollen and painful, and I had to take my big head off to rest.

So the first batch of crooked melons and cracked dates were replaced, and a group of good guys went up, and the situation improved greatly.

The fat man is the most leisurely, and he doesn't need to twist Zhu Bajie at all, just find a way to please the audience, so he doesn't need to practice basic skills.

He gradually discovered that twisting Yangge is really the most suitable activity for the public, and the handsome big girls and little daughters-in-law are certainly eye-catching, even those who are stumbling are not afraid. A little makeup, and then uglier, is also brilliant.

For example, sticking some folds on the face, sticking two white beards with cotton balls, and sticking a big black mole on the cheeks, and the kind with long hair in the middle, are all particularly eye-catching.

The fat man saw that he was looking hard, and he saw the car boss surrounded by a group of half-sized children, leading Qiqi with one hand and a little Monkey King with the other, walking towards this side.

The fat man looked at it, Maomao stood up two feet tall, wore a small flower hat on his head, a small gown on his upper body, a tiger skin skirt around his waist, and held a mini golden hoop stick in his hand.

The gown is sewn with large braids, and the gold hoop stick is made of wicker sticks glued to the outside of red paper gold paper. That tiger skin dress is the most amazing, and it can be called the real thing.

It is sewn from the skin of a little tiger, its master, a civet cat, and there is a hole in the back so that the hairy tail can be exposed.

Walking in front of the fat man, Qiqi had the same little hands, Mao Mao jumped up and gave the fat man a stick: "Hehe, tell you to be lazy, let the senior brother teach you a lesson." ”

The stick was beaten by Maomao, and the words were said by Qiqi for it, which immediately made the people around him laugh.

The fat man touched the back of his head: "What about my old pig's nine-toothed nail rake?"

The boss of the car grinned: "It's all prepared for you, you can hurry up and make a meal, and then go to the west to learn the scriptures." ”

The half-sized man behind him immediately took out a pig's head, his two big ears fanned straight out, his mouth was half a foot, and his mouth was still active when he arched his mouth up and down.

The fat man put the pig's head on his head with a sad face, but fortunately it was made of paper shell paste and was relatively light. Biting the front crossbar, the long mouth immediately opens and closes, like a big pig eating.

The car boss looked around, shook his head slightly, grabbed the dogskin hat on his head, stuffed it into the fat man's autumn coat, and immediately puffed up a big belly, but seven high and eight low.

"Just go back and tie a cotton sleeve, and you won't be tired with it. The boss of the car put a black coat on the fat man, and the second fat man next to him handed over a nine-tooth nail rake, which was basically all right.

The fat man turned the rake in his hand twice, then carried it on his shoulder, flicked his big sleeves and walked two steps, and finally found some feeling. In other words, Zhu Bajie is not bad, at least he lives a simple and free life, and he is not tired at all.

The little monkey paw with his fur pulled up and walked half a circle on the yard, and there were basically no more people practicing on the field, all of them gathered around to see the excitement, and the laughter was endless.

Captain Li was very satisfied with this group of partners, and he wanted to be fresh and lively. However, having them there was too hurtful and attracted attention.

"Fatty, you brothers and sisters should go home and practice. "Captain Li gave the eviction order very tactfully.

The fat man waited for that, threw Mao Mao over his shoulder, and led Qiqi home. In the future, I basically don't have to be there, and I really have to be idle.

More than ten days later, the Yangge team was completely formed, and it was about to be the New Year, Ye Ying reluctantly left the backer, and Huang Xiaogang was also reluctant, but the objects of the two were different.

The fat man also sent away the big braids, although he really wanted to keep her here for the New Year, but he really couldn't say it, and he still had his father and mother.

made an appointment to visit the New Year in the first month, and the fat man sent the group to the commune, and made a fuss for half a month, but suddenly they were all gone, and the fat man was really a little panicked in his heart.

Although the coaching team retreated, the villagers' enthusiasm for training did not diminish at all and continued to practice in the courtyard every day. It was so hot that it even suppressed the swishing northwest wind.

The fat man was not idle at home, and he also practiced a few small shows with Mao Mao, after all, he couldn't just rely on playing live treasures, and he had a few real kung fu.

Senior Brother Mao Mao is also quite competitive, and his relationship with the fat man is getting closer and closer, on the one hand, thanks to the fat man's fresh peach, and on the other hand, it is also related to Qiqi.

It is said that after having Little Tiger and Ah Zi, Qiqi's love was scattered, and he naturally couldn't be inseparable from Mao Mao as before. Moreover, Xiaohu is domineering, often moving his mouth and claws to Mao Mao, Mao Mao can't beat it, and he always suffers, and Ah Zi also helps to abuse, and uses a little violence against Mao Mao from time to time.

Poor Maomao naturally regards the fat man as a relative, which also verifies the sentence: Only the newcomer laughs, and who hears the old man cry......

Time is approaching the New Year in the sound of gongs and drums, and in a blink of an eye, it is the twenty-third of the lunar month, the twenty-third is commonly known as the small year, from this day, it will enter the countdown of the New Year, and it will officially start to be busy with the New Year.

Early in the morning, there was a sound outside the wild boys' chatter: "Twenty-three, sugar melon sticky, twenty-four, house-sweeping day, twenty-five, make tofu, twenty-six, cut meat, twenty-seven, slaughter chicken, twenty-eighth, make noodles, twenty-nine, steamed steamed buns, thirty-three nights to stay up for ......"

The fat man smacked his lips: It seems that every sentence is inseparable from eating, it seems that they are all hungry and afraid, extremely poor, and can only eat something good during the New Year, so adults and children are so looking forward to the New Year.

Recalling the era in which he lived, the taste of the New Year was extremely light, and the fat man's heart was suddenly filled with a sense of expectation: Happy New Year.

Qiqi lay on the windowsill and listened to the chatter outside, and stretched out his little hand: "Uncle Fat gives candy to eat." ”

Ho - I really think I'm the king of the stove!

(Huh - stretch out your chubby hand to ask for a ticket)