It is obvious that Li Zhicheng is quite proud of playing drums.

This is also easy to understand.

He is the local drum king.

He is also the most important guest and judge of tomorrow's event.

There is only one Drum King. It is a great honor to be his disciple, but he can only accept one apprentice at most every year, and if there is no suitable candidate, he can choose not to accept one.

"I heard from my third sister that you also want to go and see the drum competition?"

Li Zhicheng asked.

Tang Xiaobao nodded. "Yes, I came here this time to collect folk songs. To be honest, I have a song that I need to shoot a music video for, and I'm here to look for a suitable location. It would be even better if I could find a group of good drummers. I can ask them to cooperate with me during the filming. They can set the price, and I will definitely not treat them unfairly."

"Need a drummer?"

Li Zhicheng smiled and said, "That's easy. I can find someone for you. But, can you play drums?"

Tang Xiaobao said modestly, "I guess I can do it, but I'm not proficient in it."

"Ah, Brother Tang, can you play the drums too? Then why don't you try playing here? My father is the drum king and he can teach you." The third sister suggested with some excitement and a gleam in her eyes.

Li Zhicheng stroked his beard and nodded: "Why don't you try it, let me see."

Tang Xiaobao's heart moved, and he said, "Okay, then uncle, do you have a drum?"

As soon as he asked this question, he blushed.

How come there is no drum in the Drum King’s house?

Sure enough, Li Zhicheng laughed and said, "We have all kinds of drums. Which one do you want? Third sister, take him to see the drums."