After eating dinner slowly, Wang Yong followed Gao Gui, who couldn't wait for a long time, and took Wang Liang and Gao Cui out of the house, and walked less than thirty meters to the east, and saw the villagers who gathered together, about fifty or sixty people.

The storyteller's props were ready, and a table at the brigade headquarters was covered with a red tablecloth with teacups on it, and a bamboo folding fan was conspicuous.

A middle-aged man in a traditional coat was sitting behind the table, and Secretary Zhao was accompanying him to swallow the clouds and spit out the fog, taking a sip of the teacup from time to time.

Although this old man is not young, his vision is not bad at all, he saw Wang Yong from afar, his smile was grinning to the root of his ears, and he waved vigorously at Wang Yong.

"Boy, come here, come here!"

Hearing his voice, the villagers who were originally onlookers immediately turned their heads in unison. Seeing that it was Wang Yong coming, he immediately gave way to a passage.

Today's Wang Yong's status in the village is no worse than Wang Hai, and sometimes his popularity is much higher than Wang Hai. After all, he is still a child, no matter what he says, and he is a child of someone else's family who everyone likes from the bottom of their hearts and has the ability.

When they came closer, Liu Yaowu, the village accountant, immediately brought a long stool for Wang Yong and the four of them.

It is a wooden plank about ten centimeters wide and more than a meter long, with four legs simply nailed underneath. Such a simple thing has long been abandoned in every household in the village, except for the brigade headquarters.

With the increasing number of passbooks in the hands of each family, the living conditions of the villagers of Wangjiazhuang, who have become wealthy now, have definitely improved too much.

If nothing else, even those who have not yet rebuilt their homes have at least replaced the windows with plastic sheeting or paper-pasted windows with a slip of transparent glass.

The floor of the house is either paved with red bricks or cement, and even several of them are paved with clean and beautiful floor tiles like Wang Yong's house, but they are not suitable for floor tiles at all.

In the countryside. Whoever doesn't go out for a spin and come back is covered in mud, especially after rain and snow. When I got home, as soon as I entered the house, I couldn't see the big footprints on the floor tiles.

"Why can't you see you lately?" Wang Yong thanked Uncle Liu, and before he could sit down, Secretary Zhao over there couldn't wait to speak.

"Last time, you told me about the topic of building a spiritual civilization in the new countryside, but you ran away halfway through it, but you see that my old man is not bad, right? Your dad has already got a set of equipment for playing movies. The village decided to find more artists to perform in the future to enrich the cultural life of our villagers. ”

"It's amateur cultural life." Liu Yaowu sat behind Secretary Zhao and reminded him.

"Yes, yes, it's this amateur cultural life!"

Looking at the smile on Secretary Zhao's face, Wang Yong was really helpless. It's just that I casually mentioned that I should strengthen the amateur cultural life of the people in the village, and we can't let them play cards, mahjong and gambling when they have spare time.

As a result, this old Secretary Zhao was really busy as an instruction. It's only been a few days since I found someone to comment on the story, and I don't know what else he was looking for?

"This is a month from today. If the people in the village respond well, then another month will be followed. The people in the village don't like to hear it, so they say it's over in a month. Later, we are also going to invite Da Yangge to review the troupe. Acrobatic troupe or something. ”

Secretary Zhao didn't care about the fact that the storyteller was next to him, and he directly told Wang Yong about his plan. What surprised Wang Yong was that people didn't hear it at all, which was not strange at all. There was no reaction to anger.

Later, after getting acquainted with this storyteller named Li Cungang, who is said to be the ninth generation of cunzi generation, he knew that these artists are not easy to mix now.

Young people now like those Hong Kong and Taiwan singers. Movie star. In China, a third-rate singer and movie star may have tens of thousands of yuan in appearance fees, but what about them? Perform a show, say that for an hour, everyone can get thirty or fifty yuan, which is considered a big profit.

It can be said that the survival of these private art groups that are not within the state system is more difficult than Wang Yong imagined, and it can even be said that it is almost difficult to survive.

Therefore, what Secretary Zhao said first said was that he would see the effect in the last month, and if the effect was not good, they didn't care about the condition of leaving directly. Because this is already a very, very good condition for them, how can there be such a good thing as performing in one place for a month in a row?

"Starting tomorrow, the instruments we bought will almost arrive, and then the village will prepare to set up a band and build a Yangge team. If an individual wants to engage in any other cultural activities, with the consent of the majority of the village committee and the villagers' representatives, the village committee will also provide support in all aspects. ”

Wang Yong glanced at Secretary Zhao in surprise, but he didn't expect Secretary Zhao to really have an idea? He just mentioned it in passing, and he could think of so much, and he actively implemented it!

Thinking of this, Wang Yong's heart moved, and he suddenly thought of an extremely popular industry in later generations - wedding. In the next ten years, whether it is in the city or in the countryside, this industry is as ubiquitous as wedding photo studios!

"Well, if there are really talents in this area, our village can focus on supporting. If you get it, if you don't say anything else, the band in our village will be able to ......."

Speaking of this, Wang Yong suddenly stopped, thought for a while and said it safely, before continuing: "Even if you can't make a lot of money, it's not difficult to feed the dozen or so people in the band. ”

"Oh? How? ”

Hearing Wang Yong say this, Secretary Zhao and Liu Yaowu immediately became interested. Even the storyteller who deliberately moved back a little to avoid suspicion came over.

Wang Yong's name as the little god of wealth has long been a household name in the entire port city, except for the people in their village, who is not curious? From the moment I came to Wangjiazhuang, no matter who I came into contact with, I could always hear a person's name popping out of their mouths from time to time - Wang Yong.

This time I had the opportunity to get close to this figure who had already been rumored to be a myth, and he didn't dare to despise it in the slightest. If nothing else, look at the attention of the secretary and village chief in front of you and the village accountant, you can see that people definitely have two brushes.

"This? Let's put it this way, you see that now we are getting married and doing funerals, and people have begun to invite live bands, instead of playing cassette tapes on the loudspeakers in the village as before. ”

The three of them nodded their heads one after another. Isn't it? There are some rich people in this village who got rich first, and in order to show off, there are really a lot of things that spend money to hire a band when doing errands. And not only the band, but also the whole village to watch a movie for a few days.

As a folk storyteller who wanders around, his feelings are even more profound. They can now run around the countryside all over the country, and it was a contractor from a rural area who invited them to tell stories when he was celebrating his mother's birthday.

As a result, several of the same wealthy people in the neighborhood followed suit, making them quite comfortable during that time! At least you don't have to worry about where to go for your next meal.

Since then, they have realized, just like Taizu said. The vast world of the countryside has a lot to do! As a result, these artists will put down their bodies and take their assistants or apprentices to run around the countryside. can also support themselves and their families.

"Not only the band, but also those who sing well in the village, or have other talents, can you join in! Those people invite bands, especially for happy events. Isn't it just for fun? Some of us go up and sing for them, dance, twist Yangge, why can't we? ”

Wang Yong's words were like a lightning bolt that pierced the sky. All the doubts and worries in Secretary Zhao's heart were dispelled at once. You know, this buys equipment, clothing. But it cost a lot of money.

Although the money spent for this unserious business is really not much for the current village committee, it also makes him quite suspicious.

In the end, if he hadn't said that this was Wang Yong's suggestion, I am afraid that it might not have been successfully passed at the villagers' congress! The gang. One is richer than the other, but when it comes to doing things, it is a deduction compared to the other!

"This can be done! If it is done in the future, our village will also make it a Wangjiazhuang Art Troupe, why can't we do it if those factories can do it? We're so much richer than they are! ”

Because of the food street and commercial street plan in the village, the village can not only collect rent, but also is expected to get a large amount of dividends every year. Even now, there is still a lot of money in the village's account.

Because of this, Secretary Zhao, an old man who has been a village cadre for half his life, can finally raise his eyebrows.

Today's Wangjiazhuang has not collected any taxes and fees for two years. All of them came out directly from the village, which can be regarded as enjoying the treatment of the abolition of all agricultural taxes by the state in later generations.

Not only that, but Secretary Zhao also attaches great importance to education. A year ago, he was the one who passed a resolution in the face of the doubts of some people in the village committee.

In the future, all the tuition fees required for the children of Wangjiazhuang household registration will be borne by the village. If you have a poor family, you can apply for village support even for living expenses.

At that time, this caused a lot of heated discussions, of course, most of the people in the village were proud, and the people in the other villages were envious and jealous. However, envy and jealousy are useless. Just like the people in the village said, who let your village not produce a Wang Yong and a Wang Hai?

Because there are too many places to spend money in the village, later, after Tian Xiuhua and a group of old ladies in the village ran the charitable foundation, the foundation took over the matter of paying tuition fees for the children in the village.

Of course, in exchange, Tian Xiuhua also broke away from this cumbersome matter and handed over the charitable foundation to the village, which was managed by the village committee.

"Brother, Xiaohui said that the north side is showing a new movie on Hong Kong Island today, let's go watch a movie!"

The younger brother Wang Liang secretly pulled Wang Yong's sleeve and woke him up when he was planning with Secretary Zhao how to develop and grow his wedding career.

Nima opened the golden finger again without paying attention, and it seems that it is better to stay away from these old foxes in the future. Not satisfied! Aren't these things in the village enough to keep a few of them busy with their old guys? Not afraid of being tired and vomiting blood, on TV?

You know, today's Wangjiazhuang is not as good as before. Every day, there are more than a few hundred outsiders, and there are too many people to eat, drink, and Lazar. Wang Yong sometimes worries that he will make a few old men in the village committee who are not young tired, and the sin will be great.

But now that Secretary Zhao has begun to deliberately train young people to take over, he was originally optimistic about Wang Hai. But Wang Hai was too busy to take care of the village side at all.

So among the people in the village, Liu Yaowu, who was an accountant in the village, was finally selected. First of all, he is not very old, he is in his early forties this year. The other thing is that he is educated, he graduated from junior high school. If it weren't for the fact that he didn't have a background and had excellent military qualities, he would have been promoted to an officer in the army a long time ago.

Of course, the most important thing is that Liu Yaowu is a veteran party member with more than 20 years of party experience. In the eyes of Secretary Zhao, only old party members are the most trustworthy, which is also the key reason why Liu Yaowu was able to win among several candidates in the end.

Tonight's Wangjiazhuang, if you look at it from a high sky, a large area is pitch black, without a trace of light.

There were only a few places, which were brightly lit and as bright as day.

Most of the people in the village have gathered, the young people have mostly gone to the movies, and the older people are more interested in the ancient art of storytelling.

Not only the people of Wangjiazhuang, but also people from several other nearby villages also came to see the excitement. This is the scene that happens almost every night - groups of people, just after the night has begun, rush from all directions to Wangjiazhuang.

This continued for many years, even after the advent of the Internet and the advent of computers in every household. (To be continued......)

PS: Nima, this broken network has not been successfully uploaded for more than an hour at noon, so it can only be put at this time! Saorui, very Saorui!