In the playground of Xiachong Village Primary School, the funeral of Shufu is in full swing.

Zhang Tao was not ashamed to ask and humbly learned art. Liu Hai is tireless in teaching people and talking about gong beating knowledge.

Zhang Tao was disappointed, and couldn't help but let out an "oh", and said with an annoyed expression, "Striking the gong turned out to be such a profound knowledge, so why did you call me over?" ”

There was still half a sentence, which he pressed to his lips and did not let it out. That is, aren't you kidding me?

He thought to himself, your bangs say that hitting the gong is more important than the whole band, but I think that's it.

With this thought, his face also showed disapproval.

"Now is the time to say goodbye to the ancestors, with "Li Xian" as the mainstay, and the whole band is just a simple and repetitive performance. ”

Liu Hai saw the change in Zhang Tao's expression and decided to give the hero a little comfort.

"If you want to hit the gong, I'll teach you a little and you'll understand.".

"That's fine! Teach me! Zhang Tao immediately turned cloudy and sunny, and became happy.

The smart Brother Tao is really thorough, he can learn it as soon as he learns, and he will soon become a teacher.

Why? Because Master went to the toilet.

At this time, a condolence came to the spiritual field, and "Lixian" sang, "Open the door gong!" "It means to welcome guests.

All the "eight firsts" looked at Zhang Tao. Of course, Zhang Tao didn't know what to open the door, so he looked at everyone with confusion.

The master who played the erhu next to him hurriedly reminded: "Hurry up and strike the gong, three times in a row, one heavy and two light." ”

After this incident, as soon as Liu Hai came back, Zhang Tao automatically abdicated to make way for Xian.

Renlong sat at the table, shaking his head and reciting the sacrifice. The sacrificial texts are all short sentences. In the last two words of each sentence, he would sing a long drag, a trill.

Zhang Tao was quite curious, so he stopped to watch.

Zhang Tao thought to himself, it turned out that his father was also a very emotional person.

When you look at him, it's as sad as if you're dead. You have such a lot of feelings for an ordinary dead person, why do you always keep a straight face at home?

Zhang Tao shook his head and sighed, it's really my father's heart, the needle at the bottom of the sea, I can't guess it.

He was about to walk away, sitting opposite his father, and the lisheng named Zhang Jun called out to him: "Brother Tao, come here, you and your father will play the opposite role!" I'll come when I get out there and have something to do. ”

With his father here, Zhang Tao didn't dare to assert himself, he looked at his father with the eyes of inquiry.

Renlong nodded in agreement, and he sat down in Zhang Jun's place.

Infected by the solemn atmosphere at the scene, Zhang Tao was sitting in danger.

When the filial son knelt down at the table, he followed his father's whispered instructions and acted as a "salute first".

"Byeon!" Father shouted.

"L!" He shouted.

The filial son kowtowed three times in a row, and he shouted three times in a row.

"Hatsukami!" The father shouted again.

"Hatsujin incense!" He took the cigarette from his filial son.

"Agami Kami!" "Ya Jinxiang!"

"Incense again!" "Incense again!"

"Fruit!" Father shouted.

"Farewell!" He shouted.

Then, there were three identical "Byeon!" "Rise!" So the filial son went to the table in front of him and bowed down.

A few minutes later, after kneeling down at the other two tables, the filial son came back around.

Zhang Tao thought to himself, this time he should shout a few more words! I have such a good voice, but I haven't had a chance to express it yet.

He looked at his father, and he said, "Dad, you should teach me what to say now."

As if he understood his son's thoughts, Renlong glanced at Zhang Tao with encouraging eyes.

"It doesn't matter, you shouted quite well just now, and then continue to shout like this."

As soon as Zhang Tao heard this, he was about to faint, and he shouted like this, it was too simple! Isn't this something that elementary school students can do?

Zhang Jun didn't come, and no one took over, he only was listless and weak, accompanying his father to play a rival role.

The third time he continued like this, Zhang Tao's lyrics did not have one more word, but his father sang a sacrificial text.

Hearing his father sing a paragraph, he felt that it was very simple, nothing more than some sadness in his voice, a few words stopped, and the last word dragged into a long trill.

Zhang Tao has achieved a lot of results in the school singing competition. Now it's a piece of cake for him.

Zhang Tao lowered his voice and said, "Dad, you will rest, I'll sing!" ”

His father glared at him, ignored him, and continued to perform on his own.

Zhang Tao was a little annoyed, he didn't have such a father, he just knew that he was in the limelight, so he put his son aside and sat on the cold bench.

His voice is so beautiful, but he doesn't have a chance to express it. He was unwilling, so he said, "Dad, then let's sing a paragraph by ourselves!" ”

In pop songs, isn't there a couple singing in duet, and there is nothing wrong with a father and son singing in a mourning song.

In front of Renlong's desk, there is a small yellowed notebook. He just watched it sing.

Zhang Tao moved the small notebook to his side.

He looked at it and was dumbfounded, Dad! Aren't you playing tricks? What age are they? You're full of red tape.

Zhang Tao knows most of these red tapes, and if he doesn't know them occasionally, he can also guess them through the context.

However, when you can sing, where is there no time to guess the words for yourself?

Zhang Tao, who had a lively brain, immediately pushed the small book over.

He said respectfully and modestly, "Dad, you go on, I just want to see where you are singing." ”

Renlong glanced at Zhang Tao with disdain. You kid, you want to do anything. Why don't you sing it now?

He thought to himself, we do "etiquette first", all rely on this book to eat.

If it is changed to vernacular, then everyone can sing it, right?

After Zhang Tao struggled for more than half an hour, Zhang Jun finally came.

He quickly stood up and said, "Uncle Zhang Jun, you come!" ”

"What's wrong! I heard you shout quite well, your voice is louder than your dad, why don't you shout for a while? ”

Zhang Jun quipped, "If there is anything in the village in the future, your father and son can also build a pole or something." ”

Zhang Tao laughed twice.

"Well! It's a bit difficult, I'm afraid not of it. With that, he walked out.

A few more masters teased Zhang Tao and said, "Brother Tao, come and try this!" ”

Zhang Tao didn't reply, and ran away as if he was running away.

These "rites first" and "eight firsts" can't be done by themselves, so they still find another way to eat together.

When I was about to eat lunch, Meng Lan also came over. Zhang Tao wanted to dodge but didn't dodge, but was still stopped by Meng Lan.

She asked seriously, "Brother, how much have you done in such a hurry?" ”

"Cut, brother has done a lot!" Zhang Tao avoided Menglan's gaze with a weak heart.

"What are you asking all this about?"

"But why are the people on the list who help only have the names of my mother and sister, not you?" Meng Lan said suspiciously.

"Well, you know, brother, that's doing big things!" Zhang Tao brawled nonsense.

"The people on the list are all errands."

"Yo, that brother isn't a master like Dad."

Mengfang didn't expect to let go of Zhang Tao, pretended to be happy, and continued to ask, "Is my brother the first to be the first to do the ceremony, or the eighth first?" ”

"Well! Well, this one! Brother Li did it for a while, and Ba Xian also did it for a while, but it didn't taste good, so Brother didn't bother to do it,......"

Zhang Tao felt that he couldn't go on, so he opened the topic.

"Let's go, let's go, Sister Fang, find a good place to sit first. After the meal, my brother will take you to do something to earn food. ”

Mengfang sighed, looking suddenly enlightened.

But she despised Zhang Tao in her heart, and she was still a hero? Braggart doesn't play drafts.

"Brother, you help me occupy a place, I'll go to see my mother."

After Mengfang finished speaking, she walked to the side of the school, the makeshift kitchen.

After being ridiculed by his sister, Zhang felt even more uncomfortable. With his face covered and sullen, he sat at the table waiting for the meal.

At this time, Huzi held the tray in one hand, and eight large bowls of vegetables were stacked on the tray, and walked over proudly.

Zhang Tao had a belly fire for Huzi for no reason. He yelled at Huzi, "Huzi, come here!" ”

Huzi was startled, and the vegetable bowls on the tray almost slipped a few times.

Who? Who is so ignorant? Don't you see that my brother is busy with work?

He looked up and saw that it was his boss. He hurriedly replaced his angry face with a smiling face.

"It's Brother Tao, wait a minute, I'll come over when I put the bowl on the table."

After a while, Huzi came running with an empty tray and a fart.

"Brother Tao, what are your orders?"

"Who is this 'walking head'?" Zhang Tao asked with a tiger face.

"Don't you know? It's a brave camel! Huzi replied.

"Call the camel here, right away!" Zhang Tao gritted his teeth and said.

"What's the matter? Brother Tao, did he mess with you? Huzi asked suspiciously.

Then, he added another sentence flatteringly, "Okay, Brother Tao, leave this matter to me!" ”

"I'm going to beat him up right now. Dare to provoke Brother Tao, he eats leopard gall! ”

"What's the matter with you? Get him here for me! Zhang Tao rebuked mercilessly.

"Good! Good! I'll go! Huzi said busily.

It seems that the horse's fart has slapped on the horse's hooves.

Huzi felt aggrieved, but he didn't dare to show it, so he hurriedly ran away to find Gongyong.

Why is Zhang Tao angry? What did Gong Yong do to anger Zhang Tao? Stay tuned below!

Released on 09-05

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