I have a portable farm

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A few minutes later, the old lady looked at the faxes that came through, her eyes constantly fluctuating, and her face uncertain.

"Mom, we found the origin of those fruit trees. If we can find the origin of these fruit trees, we can make our next plan."

"We have found the origins of fruit trees such as grape vines, apricot trees, and peach trees. Indeed, some people are buying three or four-year-old fruit trees there at high prices. However, the origins of fruits such as snake scale fruit and green milk melon have not been found. "

Cao Xiaoli frowned slightly, "You're not..."

"They did find the departure point of the trucks, but these trucks did not pull the goods directly from the fields. All the fruit trees were pulled by tractors and ox carts from some villages."

"There are cameras at every cargo terminal, just check."

"There are too many things that happen to happen in this world, and all the monitoring in those days was missing."

"Mom, could it be Zhao Xinyu..."

"There are people watching over Wenying Pavilion all the time. He is a cripple and will attract attention wherever he goes. He has not left Wenying Pavilion."

After saying this, the old lady sighed, "Maybe this is God's will. God's will prevent us from finding the origin of those rare fruit trees."

"Find the person who bought the fruit trees, I think he should be Zhao Xinyu's spokesperson."

"I have sent people to investigate. By the way, this is the image of that person. Find a chance to inquire and see who he is in Xihanling from time to time."

In Bai Haotian's yard of Wenying Pavilion, Li Fei, who looked like a mobile phone and a tablet while fiddling with it, suddenly laughed.

Several people looked at Li Fei, and Qin Yayang even threw the core of a big apricot at Li Fei, who ducked sideways.

"Xinyu, you really guessed it right. Someone went to several places you visited. They are investigating the origin of fruit trees."

Zhao Xinyu smiled faintly and said, "Brother Fei, you've got everything done over there."

Qin Yayang chuckled, "Xinyu, if he can't even do this, he's still a hacker."

"Xinyu, it seems that someone is really watching you secretly. You must be more careful what you do in the future."

Qin Yayang looked at Bai Haotian, "What are the origins of these people?"

This time, even Zhao Xinyu couldn't help but shake his head. He knew how many people were staring at him now. He really didn't know who was secretly investigating him.

Fruit trees appeared in the village again, and the villagers who had been idle for a long time were busy again. Although they were busy, everyone had no complaints, and some only had smiles on their faces.

The villagers here in Xihanling are doing things in full swing, but some people in villages such as Fengjiazhuang and Taicun can't sit still.

Originally, they thought that without the fruit trees, Xihanling and their village would be back on the same starting line. However, within a few days, fruit trees appeared again in Xihanling, and there were more trees than before they were destroyed.

In the Purple Bamboo Forest outside Wenying Pavilion, although there was an incident in the village, the number of people entering and leaving Xihanling decreased. However, because the gift of the Eighteenth Bachelor appeared in the Purple Bamboo Forest every once in a while, there were not many people in other places. But in the Purple Bamboo Forest, there were not many people in other places. Many people gather here every day, just waiting for the gift of the eighteen bachelors to appear soon.

At around eight o'clock that day, the people worshiping at the Purple Bamboo Forest suddenly looked in one direction, and melodious flute sounds came from the Purple Bamboo Forest outside Wenying Pavilion.

The first sound of the Xiao sound was deep and rhyme, but it was high-pitched, giving people the feeling of soaring into the sky. Then, the Xiao sound became low and gentle, like a mountain stream rushing down, sometimes high and sometimes low, with each sound coming in. People's ears and hearts seemed to be cleansed.

"Mountains and flowing water," a white-haired, energetic, red-faced old man couldn't help but sigh when he heard the sound.

An old man next to him who seemed to have come with the old man also shook his head, "I have always thought that mountains and rivers can only sound good when played on the guqin, but I didn't expect that everything played on the dongxiao would sound so beautiful. The performance of this dongxiao has surpassed that of many famous guqin players. .”

The two old men sighed with emotion, which immediately attracted the people around them. Many people even thought of the sound of the Dongxiao that was popular on the Internet a year ago. People vaguely seemed to remember the person playing the Dongxiao. Although the face could not be seen, the background seemed to be Zizhu. Forest.

Only now did people know that the player in the video was really in Wenying Pavilion, and Wenying Pavilion was Zhao Xinyu's home.

At this moment, everyone was shocked. Vegetable farming, fish farming, wine making, traditional Chinese medicine, and cooking were all at the top level. Now the performance was even beyond the master level. This young man was too incredible.

Suddenly, the sound of Xiao suddenly changed, sometimes tactful, sometimes resentful, sometimes passionate. Turning around from time to time, the people listening to the whistle seemed to appear in nature without the earthly color. Every whistle impacted the people's hearing, and many people were immersed in it.

A cry of surprise woke up the people who were immersed in the roar. They saw that at some point, birds appeared in the sky above the purple bamboo forest.

Birds were hovering over the purple bamboo forest, chirping, and the chirping merged with the chirping sound, making the chirping sound even more mysterious.

The sound of the whistle is ups and downs, and the birds are gathering more and more. In addition to the rare water birds that people saw in Wenying Lake, they also saw more birds, including turtle doves, sparrows, and quails. . . . . .

People saw at least thousands of birds gathering in the sky above the Purple Bamboo Forest, and more birds were gathering toward the Purple Bamboo Forest.

After being shocked, people thought of taking out their mobile phones to record this rare scene in a thousand years. . . . .

In the purple bamboo forest of Mingxuan, Du Mengnan, Liu Fengying, Guan Bingtong, and Luo Xiao were completely shocked at this moment.

After breakfast, when they returned to the living room, they heard the melodious sound of the flute and followed it out. They did not disturb Zhao Xinyu, but listened quietly from a distance.

When the flute changed and the birds gathered, everyone was dumbfounded. They all knew about the birds approaching the phoenix, and Luo Xiao and the elders of his generation were even more familiar with it.

They have also heard that playing hundreds of birds toward the phoenix can attract hundreds of birds, but this is also a legend.

But this time they saw it with their own eyes. How could they not be horrified? How could they not believe that Zhao Xinyu's level of playing the flute could reach such a level.

When the tone of the Dongxiao changed again and the birds circled and landed, they began to sing and merged with the sound of the Dongxiao. Although the sound is uneven, it gives people a different kind of beauty and makes people forget their worries.

I don't know how long it took, but the sound of flying birds flapping their wings woke everyone up. Only then did people let out a sigh of relief, and there was a trace of regret in their eyes. They really wanted to be immersed in that wonderful feeling forever.

Zhao Xinyu slowly put down the dongxiao. He felt that his mood seemed to have changed, which made him feel excited.

After breakfast today, he suddenly had a sudden impulse and picked up the flute that he had not played for a long time, and went to the purple bamboo forest alone.

"Dad, I want it." A milky voice sounded.

Zhao Xinyu turned around, and when he saw a large family, he smiled, walked up to Liu Fengying, and hugged Liu Wanting from Liu Fengying, "Tingting, what do you want?"

Liu Wanting opened her little hands to grab the flute in Zhao Xinyu's hand, but her hands were too small and it was a bit difficult to grasp the flute, let alone pick it up.

"Zhao Xinyu, my daughter likes the Chinese flute. In a few years, can you teach her how to play the Chinese flute?"

Zhao Xinyu laughed and said, "Of course you can, anyone can learn from it."

"Fengying is right. After a few years, all children will learn it. Now classical music is recognized by people again, and it can also cultivate sentiments. This is of great benefit to the growth of children."

"I have always believed that hundreds of birds paying homage to the phoenix can attract hundreds of birds, which is just a myth. Today I know that it is true that hundreds of birds paying homage to the phoenix attract hundreds of birds to make pilgrimages."

Zhao Xinyu was stunned for a moment and looked at Guan Bingtong, with a hint of surprise in his eyes.

Guan Bingtong chuckled and said, "I have uploaded the video to the Internet. You can watch it yourself."

Guan Zhentian nodded and sighed, "Xinyu, it's a pity that you didn't take the exam for Nationalities University."

Du Gang glared at Guan Zhentian, "You old thing, what's wrong with Xinyu going to the University of Traditional Chinese Medicine? Look at it, whenever Chinese medicine is mentioned now, no one mentions Xinyu. Liver cancer that can't even be cured by Western medicine was not pioneered by Xinyu. , compared with ancient music, this Chinese medicine is the king."

Two old men who were nearly a hundred years old quarreled again, and everyone could not help but shake their heads. Now they were used to the quarrel between the two. People did not try to persuade them, but went back to Wenying Pavilion one by one. Seeing people go back, the two An old man followed him back, but he was noisy as he walked.

Looking at the two old men arguing, Zhao Xinyu couldn't help but shake his head. He walked back to his wheelchair, took out his mobile phone and turned on the Internet.

Zhao Xinyu opened his mouth wide when he saw the video uploaded by Guan Bingtong to the Internet. It seemed that less than ten minutes had passed, but it had already received hundreds of millions of clicks and retweets.

When he opened the video and saw the birds circling, landing next to him, and singing along with him, even Zhao Xinyu himself couldn't believe it.

He also knew the legend of hundreds of birds paying homage to the phoenix, but he also believed that it was a disguised form of praise from the ancients for hundreds of birds paying homage to the phoenix.

Zhao Xinyu was shocked by himself. You can imagine how netizens would react after seeing this video. Countless netizens were shocked. They couldn't believe that there are really people in this world who can pass the "Hundred Birds to the Phoenix" Birds are attracted down.

While some people were shocked, they doubted whether the video was spliced ​​together. However, as soon as their doubts were raised, they were drowned out by countless angry voices.

More ancient music masters were extremely ashamed after seeing Zhao Xinyu's video. They thought that their playing level had reached its peak, but after listening to Zhao Xinyu's playing, they realized that their self-confidence was How ridiculous.

Zhao Xinyu's playing in the video was only filmed through a mobile phone without any harmony or accompaniment. The player only played clearly, but just like this he was able to attract hundreds of birds. If it were in a recording studio, his whistle would reach To what extent, they dare not even think about it.

The performing masters lamented that the music world was even more shocked. Not only traditional folk music, but also many prestigious Western schools were offering olive branches. They also knew Zhao Xinyu's identity and knew that even if they invited him, they would not be able to invite Zhao Xinyu to come over. After all, Zhao Xinyu is the creator of the myth of Xihanling. Even if someone works at their music conservatory for a year, they may not make as much money as Xihanling in one day.

They only asked Zhao Xinyu to come to their school as an honorary consultant and record an album if he had time. All of this was done without Zhao Xinyu's expense. They only wanted Zhao Xinyu's name and Zhao Xinyu's promise.

People like Meng Feifei and Du Mengjiao were watching Zhao Xinyu's behavior. Everyone was excited, and almost everyone was determined to learn to play Dongxiao. After all, each of them had a purple bamboo Xiao made by Zhao Xinyu himself.

In Wenying Pavilion, Liu Fengying and the others looked at the video of Zhao Xinyu and the olive branch offered by the world-renowned prestigious school. They all felt as if they had eaten honey. This is the man they chose. As long as he is willing, no matter what he does, It can make people sit up and take notice.

"Zhao Xinyu, first make a flute for each of the four children, and it should have a pattern on it. Treat it as a gift for the children's first birthday."

Zhao Xinyu laughed, "Of course you can. It's my first time giving gifts to children. I'll think about it carefully. It must be a high-quality gift."

"Xinyu, you are already superb at playing the dongxiao. You should indeed pass on the dongxiao and let this national musical instrument flourish."

Zhao Xinyu's eyes flickered a few times, "Let me take a look."

"Famous universities around the world have sent you invitations, and all universities in China that have ethnic musical instruments have sent people to look for you."

Zhao Xinyu looked at Liu Fengying and said, "Fengying, which school in our country has the most unique national musical instruments."

"Of course it has to be the Minzu University of China. Many folk music masters now come from the Minzu University of China. Many students studying folk musical instruments there have been exposed to folk musical instruments since childhood."

Zhao Xinyu shook his head, "Is there any university for ethnic musical instruments here in Pengcheng?"

"There are very few people studying folk music, and there are none here in Pengcheng. We feel that if you want to accept it, the first choice is University for Nationalities."

Zhao Xinyu sighed slightly, "It's a bit far over there."

"It's not like I'm asking you to go every day. Just stop by once in a while. If you're willing, we'll get back to you right away."

When Zhao Xinyu accepted the invitation of National University for Nationalities and became the folk music consultant of Minzu University of China, the news made the folk music major of Minzu University a hot search. After hearing this ixaoxi, many students studying other ethnic musical instruments directly searched for When they go to school, they have to transfer to dongxiao.

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