Since they're called a farmers' band, they must have their own songs.
But even after racking his brains, Liang Liang couldn't come up with many good songs related to farmers.
"Harvest" is one of them, and "Chinese Farmers" is another.
That's all!
Not to mention influential works praising farmers, there are very few popular songs related to farmers, and this situation has remained unchanged for twenty years.
This shows just how unpopular farmers are with the entertainment industry.
They were well-received by the film industry, with images of poor and backward farmers appearing on the screen to satisfy the perverse desires of foreigners who viewed China as backward.
Then, like handing out dog bones, they give these directors an award with virtually no influence…
Where did this come from?
Weren't we looking for folk songs? How did we end up talking about movies?
It seems I'll have to compose some agricultural-related pieces for this farmers' band.
This task seems extremely demanding.
"We need to get to the city before 8 a.m. on the eighth day of the lunar new year, so you need to be prepared."
Before heading home, Liang Liang and Gao Xing discussed things.
"How will we get there? We can't exactly take a horse-drawn carriage, can we?"
"I'll try to find a vehicle. If I can't hire a bus, a large flatbed truck will do."
"Dabanzi" is a local dialect term in Yahe, meaning truck.
"Doesn't your Gushan Town have any private cars?"
Gao Xing thought for a moment and said, "There's a family in Huanglingzi that runs small passenger cars that travel from Heidao to the city."
"I'll go check it out tomorrow morning and try to hire the car."
"Xiao Liang! We still have to go to the machinery factory in our township on the sixth day of the new year. The factory manager gave us an extra hundred yuan."
Two hundred yuan is enough to make one trip.
It is about eight li (approximately 4 kilometers) from Dapuzi to Gushan Village, where the Gushan Town government is located.
His little car can't carry five people; it can only carry people, not all the equipment.
“It’s alright, I can take it over in a horse-drawn carriage that day.”
Without a better means of transportation, horse-drawn carriages were the only option.
Liang Liang drove Xu Mei back to Liangshui Bay.
In 1994, the twelfth lunar month was short; there was no 30th day of the twelfth lunar month. The 29th day of the twelfth lunar month was considered the 30th day of the twelfth lunar month.
This year's Spring Festival has special significance for Liang Liang.
This is his first Spring Festival since his rebirth.
He watched the days flow by like reading a book he had already read.
On the morning of the 29th, Liang Liang drove to Huanglingzi early in the morning and found the family that owned the minibus.
Hiring a car was very simple; I booked their bus for one day on the eighth day of the lunar new year for 300 yuan a day.
After hiring a car, we returned home and started preparing for the New Year with my father and younger brother. We swept the yard clean and then put up Spring Festival couplets.
It's a bit cold, and my hands are shaking and scratching from the cold.
Although the house was a bit dilapidated, it looked brand new after the couplets and colorful decorations were put up and the red lanterns were hung.
"Next year will be great. It will be so impressive once our big bungalow is built."
Liang Liang and Laozi stood in the courtyard, lost in their own world.
To build a single-story house, you need to dig a foundation at least 1.2 meters deep, which is about the same as building a two-story house.
"Dad! How about we build a two-story house? It'll only cost an extra ten or twenty thousand yuan anyway."
"Give me a break! Building a single-story house is already a good thing, let alone a multi-story building. You might as well fly to the moon!"
Liang Liang was speechless. Laozi's thinking was quite progressive; he had even learned to say the same thing.
Building a house doesn't seem to be of much use. Neither he nor his brother will live here in the future, so building a house that's too nice is really pointless.
In southern Liaoning, having dinner at noon on the 30th of the twelfth lunar month is considered the start of the New Year celebrations.
Adults and children alike are starting to wear new clothes and receive lucky money.
Liang Liang also took out her new clothes and put them on.
He didn't buy his clothes himself; Qin Wenju bought them for him.
A leather outfit, the kind with fur lining.
This set was estimated to cost around three thousand at the time.
Liang Liang originally didn't want it. Qin Wenju wasn't his wife, so what was the point of her buying him clothes for the New Year?
However, Qin Wenju's explanation was reasonable: since he didn't take the 150,000 yuan from the dance hall, he should at least buy a set of clothes.
Liang Liang then stopped objecting.
Unexpectedly, Qin Wenju not only bought him a set of clothes, but also bought clothes for the rest of his family.
I probably spent about 18,000 to 10,000 yuan just on clothes.
Liang Liang dressed, put on her military-style shoes, and admired herself in front of the mirror.
"Not bad, not bad! This young man is quite energetic, handsome! What's your surname?"
"Alright, alright, stop admiring yourself. What kind of young man stands in front of the mirror forever? Let me look at myself for a bit." Liang Qiuqiu was annoyed; her older brother was standing in front of the mirror and wouldn't budge.
If it weren't for the fact that her older brother had given her a hundred yuan as a token of respect, she would have kicked him long ago.
"What does a girl in her teens know? You're just a little brat, who are you trying to impress in the mirror?"
"Anyway, it's not for you to see!"
"Do I even care to look?"
Standing at the door, Liang Liang was figuring out how to step out of the house, whether to step out with her left foot first or her right.
The zipper of a leather jacket should never be zipped up; it must be left open to project an imposing and prestigious image.
As soon as I stepped outside, someone exclaimed, "Holy crap!"
A gust of wind suddenly swept over him, leaving him feeling icy cold all over.
Liang Liang quickly wrapped her clothes around herself.
I'm never going to pretend to be something I'm not again.
The shop was quite crowded, with people sitting there talking nonsense about all sorts of things.
Xu Mei was filling in at the counter, along with several other girls her age, including Liang…
Hey! When did Liang Qiuqiu run downstairs? I was just fighting with her for the mirror at home, how come she's suddenly running down to this little shop?
Liang Liang entered the small shop looking gleaming, immediately igniting the enthusiasm of the few little girls inside.
"Liang Liang! What are you wearing? It's blinding me! Can I touch it?"
As Old Zhan's daughter, Zhan Hongmei, was speaking, she stretched out her little paw, but Liang Liang slapped it back.
"How could you say something like that, a young woman touching a young man?"
Zhan Hongmei is no pushover either; she's incredibly shameless.
Instead of backing down, they stuck to him.
"What's wrong with touching? It won't break anything. I'm just touching your clothes, not you. What's there to be embarrassed about?"
"Buy two yuan's worth of milk candy!"
Liang Liang knew these neighbor girls all too well; they were the type who wouldn't act until they saw a clear benefit.
Look! Just two yuan's worth of milk candy, and nothing happened.
"Xiao Liang! You've traveled all over the country and seen a lot, so you know a lot. What kind of skit do you think Lao Zhao will perform on this year's Spring Festival Gala?"
During the Spring Festival Gala, what rural people care about most is naturally Lao Zhao's skit; everything else is just nonsense.
"Old Zhao! Old Zhao didn't appear on the Spring Festival Gala this year, did he?"
"You're talking nonsense! No one can skip it, but he can't!"
Who made this rule?
Liang Liang went through the program of the 1994 Spring Festival Gala in her mind again and finally confirmed that Lao Zhao was indeed not on. It seemed that he was late because of something at home.
Liang Liang knew about this, but others who didn't know wouldn't believe it.
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