As soon as the sky was bright, Yang Sijun got up, casually smacked a bowl of noodles, got on the bouncing car, and followed the Shehuo Performance Troupe to Famen Town.

There is a world-famous Famen Temple in this place of Famen Town, which is the place of worship of the relics of the Buddha Sakyamuni, and it is also the royal temple during the Tang Dynasty.

The sound of the bouncing car "suddenly" mixed with the smell of diesel, coupled with the bumps on the road, Yang Sijun almost vomited the contents of his stomach.

"Drink saliva!" Yang Xuanhu took out a thermos cup and handed it to Yang Sijun, and said, "Now you know, how can it be so easy for croppers to go out to beg for a living." ”

Yang Sijun nodded, took a sip of hot tea, and stroked his stomach.

The troupe had already set up tents, and the townspeople and leaders of the town's Ministry of Culture also came over to shake hands with Yang and take a group photo.

Yang Sijun sat in the tent and looked outside, and said with a smile: "I didn't expect my dad to be so proud, and there were leaders taking a group photo every day." ”

Yang Lei, the makeup artist in the tent, said while mixing paints: "Teacher Yang is a big celebrity now, and now the country is making every effort to develop intangible cultural heritage, and it is a good time to catch up." ”

Yang Sijun looked at Yang Lei and whispered, "Brother Lei, what is the recipe of your pigment?" Tell me about it. ”

"I don't dare to say this, the wall has ears, if someone steals it, there will be no economic resources in our village."

"If you don't say it, don't say it, it's very stingy!"

Hearing this, Yang Lei blushed and said, "Actually...... Actually, I don't know much about this recipe, I only know that Mr. Yang often buys honey, noodles and lard, as for other ingredients or proportions, I don't know. ”

"! I'm kidding you! Look at your cowardice, haha, hurry up and put on my makeup, the temple fair is about to start. ”

"Good!"

……

Yang Xuanhu walked in front of the team in a bouncing car, and the banner of "Chisha Village is happy" was hung on the car.

It was followed by several bouncing cars, and the first car was Wu Song killing Pan Jinlian.

I saw a woman in white clothes, who was cut into the neck by a knife, bloody, the knife was still flashing up and down with the walking of the bouncing car, and the man dressed as Wu Song stared with a fierce face.

The crowd of onlookers around took pictures with their mobile phones, with frightened expressions on their faces.

"My lord, I'm too scared!"

"! Kill people! ”

"It's horrible!"

It was Yang Sijun who was dressed as Pan Jinlian, looking at the expressions of the people around her, the corners of her mouth gradually curved out, it seems that this time she was very successful, and it is estimated that her bad luck will soon be gone.

In the next car, there were Ximenqing and Ximenqing's helpers, with sickles, bricks, benches and other items on their heads and chests without exception.

After turning around the gate of the temple three times, the surrounding crowd cheered for the tsunami, which made Yang Xuanhu very satisfied.

After the social fire was finished, Yang Sijun took off his makeup, walked under the stage and looked at the stage, and the water sign read "Excerpt of the play" Broken Bridge".

"The landscape of the West Lake is still the same, haggard and difficult to face the autumn ......"

The tactful drama came, and Yang Sijun finally felt the beauty of the Qin dialect at this moment, and his inner resistance to opera was also less.

Looking around, the people who came to watch the play were some old people, and Yang Sijun didn't feel a little sad in his heart.

"Junjun! Junjun! Oh no! You drank and fainted, and you were taken to the hospital! Yang Lei quickly ran to Yang Sijun's side and said.

"Quick, take me to the hospital!"

Yang Sijun looked flustered, and hurriedly followed Yang Lei to the county hospital on his fellow countryman's motorcycle.

Sitting at the door of the ICU, Yang Sijun clasped his hands together and prayed continuously.

"Squeak!"

The ICU door opened, and the doctor in a green surgical gown walked out.

"Who are the patient's family?"

"I am! I'm his daughter. ”

"Your father has a slight cerebral hemorrhage, but fortunately it was sent in time, and he will not be able to recuperate for a while, but he can't drink alcohol or strong tea in the future."

"Thank you, doctor! Thank you doctor! ”

……

A month later.

Yang Xuanhu sat on the sofa on crutches and handed Yang Sijun a somewhat worn book.

"Junjun, we are the only one in our family who is such a baby, and this skill of blood society fire should have been passed on to you."

"Dad, this ...... I'm afraid I won't be able to get it. ”

"What can't you get here, you're a 985 graduate college student, if you can't even get this, then your study is really in vain."

Dang Cuilian: "Your father gives it to you, you can get some quickly!" ”

Yang Sijun nodded and took the book, which was the secret book of materials needed for the blood society fire makeup.

Yang Xuanhu: "I understand now, what is passed on to men and not to women, what is the inheritor of non-genetic inheritance, it is all bullshit!" In today's society, only earning money is the last word! This secret book has been passed down to you, just to ensure that the craft is not lost. As for whether you are willing to play social fire, it all depends on your own wishes. According to me, it's better for you to go to work in the city, and you've seen that after a day of hard work, the average person is one or two hundred yuan, and you can't get any money at all. ”

"Dad! As long as you are willing to support me, I will find a way to carry forward the fire of our blood society. ”

"What do you mean?"

"Isn't the country engaged in poverty alleviation now, just so I can get a college student entrepreneurship project and use the blood club fire to build our village into a tourist attraction, so that our Chisha Village doesn't have to run out to perform, and you can make money in the house, and when there are more tourists, you can also make money by doing some farm stays."

"Good! You young people have a good brain, just do what you say, Dad is old, and the situation of our Yang family will depend on you in the future. ”

……

Chisha Village Committee.

Xia Yuzhou looked at the materials in his hand and nodded constantly.

"Senior sister! Your idea is good, and the innovation of the blood community fire can indeed attract more young tourists, which is very helpful to the planning of the tourism village. ”

"Thank you, Secretary Xia."

Xia Yuzhou took out his seal and stamped the application materials, and then put the materials into a document bag.

"I'll send these materials, just wait for my good news."

"Thank you, thank you."

"Senior sister, have you ever thought about taking the exam, since you have decided to stay in the village, it is better to take the exam, which will also be a guarantee for your future life."

"I'm a material major, and there are only three unlimited exams, so it's a bit difficult."

"Then let's do it, you first become the accountant of our village, and then you will take the exam after three years. For people like you who have worked at the grassroots level, the Human Resources and Social Security Bureau will have specific positions to recruit for the examination, which will be a little easier than the ordinary people. ”

"So there is such a rule?"

Yang Sijun nodded and said, "Okay!" Then thank you Secretary Xia! ”