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The big guy is very festive, with light steps, talking and laughing.

The Bai Hengtong team and the recording team led by Lao Yang were scattered among the people, and they were also infected by this happy emotion, and they all smiled and chatted with the villagers from time to time.

"Yikes!"

As they were walking, a Buyi woman suddenly exclaimed in the middle of the crowd.

The team stopped, looking towards where the voice had come from.

"What's wrong?"

"Xiao He, are you okay?"

A few familiar villagers were a little puzzled and opened their mouths to ask.

"Did you see that?"

"On the ground!"

I saw the woman with her eyes wide open and her finger pointing at her feet.

"See what?"

"What do you see?"

"What, you lost your money?"

Hundreds of people looked at their feet, thinking that their feet were in the way, and they moved away.

I didn't see anything, and I looked up with some annoyance in my voice.

"What has changed in our muddy path!"

The woman's surprised voice followed.

Hearing this, everyone was immediately not annoyed, and suddenly opened their eyes wide and glared at their feet.

"Really!"

"Ouch, why didn't we find something so obvious?"

"yes, that's great."

"In the past, our road was really not easy to walk, especially after the rain, it was all mud, and it was slippery, and my father fell last winter and now he is not good."

"Look at it now, this clean, level by layer, is all paved with stones!"

"When was this fixed? Why didn't we even notice! ”

......

The most ordinary path in this life, they walked over and over again, but ignored it over and over again.

People always seem to lose sight of the most familiar objects around them...

In fact, they may have noticed it before, but they only turned it around in their heads and forgot about it.

This reminder made everyone suddenly realize how much the designers had brought to them and how much convenience and comfort they had brought to their lives.

Everyone was amazed, and some people even stepped on it with their feet, and felt that it was really strong.

"White designers, designers, you are our Buddha and the Bodhisattva of our village!"

Holding back the joy in their hearts, the villagers looked at the Bai Jue Tong team and said gratefully.

"That's what we're supposed to do."

"Guys, if you don't dislike it, let's just toss around!"

Jue Tong replied with a smile.

Banxia, Qianhe, Chen Lin, Zuo Chao and everyone in the team are happy from the bottom of their hearts.

This kind of satisfaction, pride, is so comfortable that no amount of money can be achieved.

After a while, the group continued to move forward, and this time the mood of all the villagers became more and more high, and they opened their eyes one by one to carefully watch the changes in the village bit by bit.

When the mood is good, the focus is different, and the eyes that find beauty will naturally light up!

On the road, people's exclamations became more and more frequent.

Every detail of the designers has been gradually excavated by the big guys.

"Look at this canal."

"In the past, there were all kinds of sewage flowing in our village, but now through the guidance of these canals, it has become a scenery!"

"How neat, how beautiful."

"Come here, come here, stand here and look out into the village!"

"Wow, is this our village?"

"How do I see a fairy smell?"

"Hey, I see my house!"

"How did our village become so beautiful unconsciously, with houses on top of each other..."

The rows of paths, the uniform appearance of the village, the water feature where a row of drainage canals converge...

The overall transformation of the village is finally becoming apparent.

Every exclamation made the villagers more and more joyful and excited, and the eyes of the designers beside them were also grateful from the bottom of their hearts.

This exclamation was like a word of praise, and Ren Guangbai and Chen Lin were also beautiful.

It was a very fast road, but I walked for more than half an hour.

Come to the splendid workshop converted from the old stilted building.

The women in the crowd couldn't wait the most, and walked inside.

"This is the dyeing room!"

"Yes, it must be, look at this row of dye vats..."

The first layer, which was originally used to raise livestock, was raised by the dove tree and placed on the dye vats.

Approaching, reaching out and touching the cylinder, his mind fantasized about dyeing cloth here in the near future.

Whether it is the eldest mother or the little daughter-in-law, they all smiled.

Turning around and going up to the second floor, the beautiful scenery hit everyone's hearts at once.

I only saw six looms neatly lined up in the best place with the best direction and the best scenery, and the sun shone in from the balcony, sprinkled on the loom, and the folds shone in the eyes of the weaver girl of the Buyi tribe...

In their eyes, there were already their shadows on the empty loom, they were weaving, chatting, singing...

The men in the village, the uncles looked much calmer, and looked around with a smile.

The third floor of the splendid workshop is partially high, which is used for display, and the finished products are hung up, waiting for the appreciation of tourists from all over the world in the future...

"These."

"I can't even walk when I see this loom!"

After a long time, the women reluctantly walked out, and the fat man grinned with his hands behind his back and shouted loudly.

As he spoke, the steps under his feet were the fastest, and he couldn't wait to rush to Wannian Platform.

In fact, Wannian Platform is the most simple, that is, a square platform is built in the middle of a vacant lot, and there is a hut next to the platform where the guys used for singing are placed, and there are long benches in front of the platform...

But it's such a simple place, but the old men can't keep their mouths together.

Even if the eldest lady can't sing, the middle-aged people laughed.

They suddenly felt that there should be such a place in the whole village, a place where they could listen to the old people sing and chat...

As soon as he arrived at the ground, the fat and thin old man rushed to the hut first.

After a while, the fat old man took out a bamboo pipe, the thin old man took out a three-stringed instrument, and the other old men also took out ox leg bones, moon qins, and gourds...

There were eight in a row, and they walked straight to the Wannian platform.

"Hey, uncles, you're ready to sing!"

With a soft shout, everyone happily sat on the bench one by one.

The eight old men sat in a row on the stage, paused, adjusted their state, and adjusted their affairs.

Soon, babbling sounded...

While playing and singing, singing is the ugliness of the pure end of the life...

The sound surrounds the mountains, and there is a melodious sound that makes people touch...

The singing is particularly expressive and very good.

There were the children and family members of the elderly in the audience, and they were all surprised, and they couldn't believe that it was their father singing.

This craft, the children have never known, they have never paid attention to it!

The loss of such an ancient piece of music is that it was excavated by Bai Juetong, otherwise when the elders are old, the music will gradually be taken to the grave.

The song "He Xitang" came to an end, and the audience immediately burst into warm applause and applause.

It's singing heartily, singing happily.

On the stage, the fat old man who started his head was proud, but this old man seemed to be born with a sense of joy, and it was always only two minutes to be serious.

I saw him on the stage with a sudden frown, his nose kept sniffing, and he looked around:

"Do you smell anything?"

"Soft, sweet rice aroma..."

"It seems to be..."

The fat old man shouted.

His actions and words made the audience burst into laughter.

"It's flower rice."

"Yes, yes, yes, it's flower rice."

Someone picked up the stubble, and the old man still showed a sudden realization and responded.

"Fat uncle, are you hungry!"

"Haha, it's been more than an hour, it's time to eat, it's time to be hungry!"

"Soft and sweet rice, it's not yet the New Year's Festival, Old Man He wants to eat flower rice..."

Everyone was joking, but the sudden sound made everyone stop abruptly.

"I don't have this body of flesh in vain, and my nose is smarter than a dog's nose."

Slightly shriveled, stiff tone insertion.

When the fat man heard this, his eyes opened, and he looked at the place where the voice came from, and he opened his mouth to scold angrily.

I never thought that after seeing the figure clearly, I stopped again, opened my mouth and shouted respectfully: "Uncle Ma!" ”

The villagers looked back in disbelief.

"Ma Ye!"

"Ma Ye, you haven't been out of the mountain for a long time."

"yes, Ma Ye..."

A group of villagers shouted Ma Ye one after another.

Jue Tong also looked over and saw two people, one old and one young, and the one who was called Ma Ye was an old man who didn't seem to be easy to get along with.

He has gray hair and a poked goatee.

Although he is old, his body is very tough, and his steps are sharper than ordinary youth.

The young man next to him slowed down slightly, pushing a cart with two wooden barrels on it.

Who is this old man?

Jutong was a little curious, he had been in this Banwan Village for several months, but he had never seen this old man.

But judging from the tone of the villagers, this Ma Ye seems to have some prestige.

"Flower rice is too much."

Ma Ye nodded, expressionless, and his tone was very flat: "I can't finish eating." ”

"Take the village to see if anyone eats."

When the young man beside Ma Ye heard this, his expression showed a slight smile, as if he was afraid of being discovered and quickly put it away.

Catching the young man's fleeting expression, he felt that this strange old man had some meaning.

I don't know if it's an illusion, Jue Tong always felt that Ma Ye was talking hard, and his eyes swept over him for a moment.

"Eat!"

"Uncle Ma, I can eat as much flower rice as you make!"

The fat man was startled, with a smile on his face, his raw hands did not look like an old man, he got off the stage with a pout, put the piano and ran to the old man...

"Ma Ye, I want it too!"

"You don't have your skills, I dream of eating your food every day."

"It's fragrant, it's so fragrant, this flower rice is not ordinary when it smells!"

"No one in our village can make this taste."

"The flower rice made by Ma Ye is called flower rice!"

......

The villagers rushed up.

The barrel opened, revealing steaming, colorful flowers.

The fragrance permeated the entire Wannian stage.

The Banxia girl exposed her foodie attributes, her little nose sniffed quietly, and her mouth kept swallowing saliva...