The young men below were all excitedly asking for more learning tasks. They all wanted to finish their studies quickly so that they could go out and make a living!
What could Song Jinxiu do? She couldn't hold everyone back, she couldn't stop them from making progress!
So I can only reluctantly go from 5 words a day to 10 words a day. Let's work hard!
Of course, Song Jinxiu would assign extra homework to the younger children, and the learning progress was for older children.
The village chief and Old Jin stood on the side and watched. They were just curious about how Teacher Song taught and how he subdued all the women in the village.
I didn't expect to see such a scene.
The two of them quietly retreated to the door, and neither of them knew that someone had been peeping outside the window.
"Hahaha! This girl is very funny." Old Jin walked outside and couldn't help laughing.
"What kind of education did she receive?" the village chief asked with some confusion.
It's called a private school, but it doesn't look like one. It's called a girls' school, but the teaching methods are not well-organized.
Hitting here with a hammer and there with a stick!
"Maybe it's just my personality!" said Mr. Jin. "Anyway, I just wanted to teach the kids to read. Who knows, maybe they'll surprise us later!"
"I hope so!" said the village chief.
Song Jinxiu's teaching is in full swing. When the children are about to back down, Song Jinxiu will give them a bowl of poisonous chicken soup to make them continue to work hard.
The villagers are also busy farming.
It's not good to be too nervous, so Song Jinxiu has been looking for programs for them recently.
Combine work and rest, and develop moral, intellectual, physical, aesthetic, and labor-intensive aspects. These are the future leaders, how can they be partial to certain subjects?
Amidst intensive preparations, the children invited all parents to watch the first Big Gourd Little Artists Concert.
The time was the evening three days later, and Song Jinxiu had asked Aunt Cuihua about this.
The rice harvest will be in a week or so, and everyone will be busy again.
So Song Jinxiu decided to support her fellow villagers spiritually and led a group of young artists to cheer them up.
As for your body, please spare me.
Amidst the anticipation of all the children, it is finally their time to shine.
In order not to cause trouble to the village, Song Jinxiu took care of everything with the children.
Actually, there was nothing much to do. The venue was chosen to be the threshing ground.
There are two threshing floors. The higher one serves as the stage, and the lower one down the slope serves as the audience seats.
The lounge next to the threshing floor was requisitioned, and a circle of straw was built next to it as a backstage to add to the sense of mystery.
As for the audience, if you don’t mind getting dirty, just sit down. You can bring your own bench or stand.
Song Jinxiu spent the entire afternoon busying around inside with a group of little ones. Laughter could be heard from time to time, and she didn't allow others to go in and watch.
This made some parents who came early very anxious. No matter how busy they are, they have to be there to see their children's performance!
The village chief kindly provided a band to support Song Jinxiu. A few gongs, drums, cymbals, and even a trumpet?
Okay, better than nothing.
The music starts! Peng Qiang bang, clang clang!
Song Jinxiu stood silently on the other side, it was indeed loud!
As soon as the music started, the conversations in the audience instantly quieted down!
"Hello, leaders, parents, and fellow villagers!
Welcome everyone to attend the first concert of Big Gourd Little Artists.
Next, please welcome our young artists!" Because there was no microphone, Song Jinxiu made a small one.
As for whether or not everyone can hear me, that's irrelevant! I'm not important, what's important is the performance!
As soon as Song Jinxiu finished speaking, the music started again, bang bang bang!
When the music stopped, a row of little kids slowly walked out from the backstage.
From short to tall, they are neatly arranged in two rows!
Red cheeks, red lips, and a red dot between the eyebrows.
Song Jinxiu remembered that previous performances seemed to be drawn like this.
As for the eyes, forget it. The child is too young and the eyes are too important. If they are accidentally scratched, it will not be worth it!
Before anyone opened their mouth, the audience erupted in laughter, and some people enthusiastically told the people around them which one was their daughter or son!
"Next, please enjoy the newspaper seller's song." After saying this, Song Jinxiu walked aside, leaving the stage to the children.
"La la la! La la la! I'm a newspaper seller..."
This song has a dance accompaniment. It's a pity there is no music!
The older children were singing loudly in the back, and the younger children were dancing in the front. The atmosphere was quite harmonious for a while.
After the song ended, the children bowed and slowly walked backstage.
The music starts! Peng Qiang bang, clang clang!
"..." Before Song Jinxiu could speak, thunderous applause broke out from the audience.
The applause was originally meant for the children, but unfortunately they ran too fast and the music started too early!
"Next, please welcome our choir to the stage." Song Jinxiu estimated the time and then said.
The music starts! Peng Qiang bang, clang clang!
The little rascals all tied belts around their waists and walked out aggressively!
"Next, let's invite our choir to sing a song. Unity is strength!" Song Jinxiu introduced.
"Unity is strength
Unity is strength
This force is iron
This power is steel......"
A group of young voices sang the most powerful songs, and everyone listened quietly.
Some people even wiped away their tears secretly!
After the song was over, Song Jinxiu didn't need to say anything. Everyone gave the warmest applause to the children who performed seriously.
The applause lasted for a long time!
"Thank you all for your enthusiasm and kindness!" Song Jinxiu had no choice but to step forward to stop it. If they didn't stop, the performance would not continue!
"Next, please welcome all the flowers of the motherland from the first Big Gourd Festival!"
It was still the same group of little kids, but this time they all had a piece of flowered cloth wrapped around their heads.
"Please invite our flowers to sing a chorus for everyone. A harvest song!"
The little ones held hands and swayed from side to side while singing.
"The wheat waves are rolling and shining with golden light
Ten miles of singing and ten miles of fragrance
The good news of a good harvest spread everywhere
Every household is happy
Happy... "
Because the harvest is coming in a few days, this is a song that Song Jinxiu came up with after racking her brains.
There was a time when I loved listening to old songs, and I searched my mind for a long time before I came up with this one.
Because I'm not sure if it's from this era, I just remember it seemed like a very old song.
I thought about it for a long time before deciding to sing it, just for the sake of celebration. Anyway, probably, maybe no one will notice!
However, Song Jinxiu seemed to hear someone humming it, which proved that this song had appeared, which was great.
At the very end, everyone stood up.
The curtain call was concluded with a song of the March of the Volunteers!
The concert ended successfully!
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