When the other members of the funeral band saw Hu Yibao's appearance, they were all stunned.
Where are the white hair and the immortal appearance?
Hu Yibao's youth was beyond his imagination.
Looking at Hu Yibao in front of them, it was difficult for them to associate the almost celestial sound of "A Hundred Birds Paying Homage to the Phoenix" that they had just heard.
A young man who looked to be about twenty years old played "A Hundred Birds Paying Homage to the Phoenix", which they had never been able to play in their entire lives.
Are you angry?
At this moment, the village chief of Hujia Village, Hu Baoguo, saw the arrival of the funeral band, immediately lowered his pace and walked over carefully.
When he arrived in front of the funeral band, Hu Baoguo greeted them.
"Fifth brother, you're here!"
"Yeah!" The fifth brother nodded, then took the initiative to explain, "The car had a flat tire on the way, so it was delayed."
Looking at Hu Yibao who was guarded by hundreds of birds, the fifth brother couldn't help but ask, "Who is that young man?"
When Hu Baoguo heard his fifth brother asking Hu Yibao, he immediately raised his head slightly and introduced him with pride on his face.
"He is Hu Yibao from our Hujia Village, and he is my eldest nephew."
Hu Yibao's actions after the Chinese New Year this year made Hu Baoguo, as the village chief of Hujia Village and Hu Yibao's uncle, look proud and proud.
In the eyes of the people in Hujia Village, Hu Yibao has become a village treasure.
"Hu Yibao?" The fifth brother murmured to himself, feeling a sense of inexplicable familiarity in his heart, as if he had heard this name somewhere.
The other members of the funeral band also felt inexplicably familiar with Hu Yibao.
"Where have I heard this name?"
"Me too!"
"Someone seems to have mentioned the name Hu Yibao recently, but I just can't remember it at the moment."
"Alas, I am old now, and my memory is declining."
The old man muttered to himself.
Then someone asked.
"He plays the suona so well, Fifth Brother, do you think he will join our funeral band?"
The fifth brother looked towards the mourning hall, looked at Hu Yibao who was stroking his thrush, shook his head, and said uncertainly, "I don't know."
Their funeral band is very famous within the surrounding area within a hundred or eighty miles.
There is business almost every day.
They earn a lot of money, far more than those students who graduated from famous universities in the city.
"But if I give Hu Yibao 60% of the funeral band's income, I don't know if he will agree."
Fifth brother had an idea in his mind.
He wanted to recruit Hu Yibao into his funeral band, which would not only inject young blood into the band, but also improve the band's overall strength by several levels.
Naturally, the price will go up as well.
Being able to play "A Hundred Birds Paying Homage to the Phoenix" to the level of a hundred birds singing in harmony, it is only reasonable to double the appearance fee!
I was thinking about it.
The fifth brother saw that Hu Yibao was touching Huamei's hand and put it down.
Huamei landed on Hu Yibao's shoulder, turned her head slightly, looked at Hu Yibao to the left, and then to the right, as if she didn't understand why he had let go of the hand that was stroking her.
"Let's all go!" Hu Yibao waved his hand gently and said loudly at this time.
All the people and birds looked at Hu Yibao in confusion.
Can these birds understand human language?
The villagers were puzzled.
Things are a bit absurd, but I have an inexplicable expectation in my heart.
Since Hu Yibao can attract hundreds of birds by playing "A Hundred Birds Paying Homage to the Phoenix", it is possible that these birds can understand what Hu Yibao says.
Sounds amazing.
Even the funeral band that were talking to each other outside the mourning hall stopped chatting and turned to look at Hu Yibao.
"Let's go!" Hu Yibao spoke again.
This time, Hu Yibao finished speaking.
Bai Niao seemed to finally understand what Hu Yibao said.
"cracking!!"
The eagle on the beam of the mourning hall suddenly let out a long cry, which seemed to be a farewell to Hu Yibao.
The high-pitched voice echoed in the quiet mourning hall and rushed into the ears of everyone present. Then the eagle flapped its wings, dived, and flew out.
The other birds also spread their wings and flew out of the house with their calls.
Finally, the thrush rubbed Hu Yibao's neck, chirped softly, and flew away.
It takes less than a minute.
The birds that originally filled the mourning hall were now gone, and the entire mourning hall was now spotless. Not only was there no bird droppings, there wasn't even a single bird feather.
Clean and tidy.
If it weren't for the previous scene that was still vivid in everyone's mind, they would probably have regarded it as a fantasy.
After a moment of silence, there was a roar of noise that erupted like a tide.
"It's really amazing. The scene just now was like a dream."
"I didn't expect Hu Yibao to play 'A Hundred Birds Paying Homage to the Phoenix' so well."
"The video I posted on the short video platform has gone viral. In just a few minutes, it has been forwarded over 100,000 times, received over a million likes, and has gained tens of thousands of followers."
"Many of my friends in my circle of friends also say Hu Yibao is amazing!"
"I just received a friend request from someone who said he was a Xinhua reporter and wanted to interview me."
"What kind of interview are you doing? Hurry up and send me the video you just shot. I'll also post it on my Moments so that my old classmates can see the immortal from our Hujia Village."
Amid the noise, Hu Baoguo brought in Uncle Yu's funeral band and gave a brief introduction.
"Fifth brother, this is Hu Yibao."
"Abao, this is Fifth Brother."
Hu Yibao and the fifth brother simply shook hands.
"Hello, Fifth Brother."
"Hello. Hu Yibao."
Then the fifth brother asked, "Mr. Hu, are you interested in joining our funeral band?"
"Sorry, no!" Hu Yibao shook his head and refused.
He played "A Hundred Birds Paying Homage to the Phoenix" simply because he wanted to repay Uncle Yu. As for joining the funeral industry, Hu Yibao has never had this idea and probably will not have this idea in the future.
"What a pity!" The fifth brother sighed with regret, but did not force Hu Yibao. He asked the suona player in the team about some playing techniques of "A Hundred Birds Paying Homage to the Phoenix".
The fifth brother started to get busy with his funeral band.
The funeral band arrived, and everything that followed followed the procedure.
“Beep, beep, beep!!”
“DuangDuangDuang!”
Soon, sad and heavy funeral music sounded at the old man's funeral.
Hu Yibao also began to entertain everyone who came to Uncle Yu's funeral as Uncle Yu's grandson.
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