Wind back to the farm

Three days before the concert, the primary school in Dajiling was as lively as an army training ground in the middle ages.

On the playground, hundreds of boys and girls aged from 5 to 25 were wearing shorts and shorts. Under the leadership of a few young people, they were doing all kinds of strange movements "huha" and "wow".

In the open space in front of the classroom, there are several groups of people doing various exercises, some are fighting with branches, some are shirtless wrestling, and some are jumping around in a circle with their teeth and claws open, like a magic stick party. Street fraud.

Two pony carts rolled into the school gate, followed by the smell of food.

The young people who were leading the dancers on the playground were the first to see the pony carriage. They dropped the students behind them and ran towards the carriage, shouting, "Pause, rest for 10 minutes."

Qi Zhao, who was standing in the first row, shrugged his shoulders at the backs of the teachers: "It's been three days since I've been here, why are you still so greedy?"

Wang Shuxing picked up his down jacket and put it on Qi Zhao: "Because I know they only have seven days. After the Lantern Festival is over, I don't know when I want to eat food from your village."

The little girl tilted her head and thought for a while: "I like Sister An An. In the future, during New Year's Day, if the farm gives us more benefits, I will send some to Sister An An."

Wang Shuxing said: "I like Teacher Li Tong. If I can become an employee of the farm after graduating from university, and if there are enough benefits for the New Year, I may also consider giving him a little bit."

Qi Wenyuan came over shirtless and wearing a down vest, grabbed Wang Shuxing's shoulder and said, "Brother, you are really good at it, and you will be sent away for ten years with just one sentence."

Wang Shuxing said: "In less than ten years, I will skip a grade. Now in the third year of junior high school, I will continue to skip high school, and I will be able to graduate from college in seven years at most."

Qi Wenyuan said: "Then Teacher Li Tong is miserable enough. It will take so many years to eat it. No, it may not be possible to eat it after so many years, because you may not be able to be an employee of Shangfenghui Farm."

He patted his chest triumphantly: "I'm different. As a Dajiling native, Mr. Wang will be able to eat the fruit I gave you during the Dragon Boat Festival this year."

He likes Wang Qilin. Wang Qilin curls his feet up from the ground and stretches them into the air, and then gently falls down like a chicken thief. He can't get tired of watching him a hundred times a day.

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Beside the pony carriage, the dance teacher who was being talked about by the students in Dajiling was busy grabbing food.

Mao An'an had hawthorn fruit soup in his left hand and egg pancakes in his right hand. He was holding a box of wild vegetables in his arms, and wanted to fish another old boiled corn.

Gu Weiwei held the vegetable box and the Dajiling-style egg mushroom sauce sandwich in her left hand, and the old corn in her right hand and said, "Hey, An An, do you still remember that you are a dancer?"

Before An An spoke, Li Tong quit: "What's wrong with the dancers? We exercise intensively and consume a lot, so we should eat more."

Wang Qilin sucked and ate the roasted sweet potatoes and said, "Yes, if dancers want to ensure the quality of training, they must first ensure their physical fitness. If they don't eat enough, they can't dance."

Ma Xiaoha, who was hesitating whether to take another big bun, immediately made a move when he heard the words, and grabbed two more big buns.

Gu Weiwei was stunned: "Is the weight of the agreed dancers counted as 'two'?"

Ma Xiaoha said confidently: "I am a hip-hop lover, not a dancer, so I can eat whatever I want."

After she finished speaking, she turned around guiltily.

Duo Qing, who was wearing a bright red short-sleeved T-shirt, was facing her back and was discussing dance skills with the children of Dajiling, but now he seemed to hear her, and suddenly turned around and smiled happily at her, and twisted a few times in a dazzling way. Waist.

Ma Xiaoha also twisted his waist which had recovered to 60 cm, and lightly jumped a few times towards Duo Qing.

Gu Weiwei's eyes were so hot that she sighed again: "Oh, why didn't I apply for an appointment at the farm earlier, otherwise, I would also have a good friend of the farm staff."

Except for Wang Qilin who is from Haidu, Mao Anan and Li Tong are all dance teachers from Jiushang, and they are all the principals of their respective dance troupes.

Fenghui Farm is located in the boundary of Jiushang. Li Xia, Xiao Zhi and Huai Jiang were all instinctively eccentric. There are hundreds of professional dancers who are willing to bring their own bags and post them on the farm’s official website to accompany dancers in Ji Yang’s concert. Next, they only selected five nine merchants.

Mao Anan was the first to be selected. The girl with a height of 1.79 meters is a classical dancer, but she is also proficient in various other dances. What Lixia admires most about her is that she won the highest standard and most popular award in Huaxia Kingdom last year. Almost all of her dance works are choreographed and created by herself, including "The Sparrow in a Cage", the overall champion of the professional dance TV show "Dancing Madness".

Li Tong is a modern ballet. Apart from his good dancing, what makes Li Xia tempted is his ten-year persistence. As long as he is in Jiushang, he will definitely go to an orphanage every week to teach children who like to dance. The two-hour class started because he saw an interview on TV. A physically disabled child in the orphanage said that he hoped to learn to dance like those beautiful sisters outside, and he was as proud as a peacock in the eyes of outsiders. Li Tong, who was born in Beijing, has since become the teacher Li of the children in that orphanage.

Gu Weiwei is a violinist. She is the sister of Qi Songxing's best friend in the dormitory. She adores Qi Songxing crazily, chased after Qi Songxing for several years, and finally became good brothers with Qi Songxing. Her main task here is to temporarily make music for the dance troupe as needed.

Wang Qilin came up by force.

After leaving a message on the official website of Fenghui Farm, he took the high-speed rail to Jiushang, and set up camp at the east gate of the farm with a large bag of functional drinks on his back. He didn't make noise or ask endlessly, and danced alone on the hillside at the gate. , I sat on the dry grass and drank a drink when I was tired from dancing.

After grandma heard about it, she drove a small carriage to watch it secretly, and said to Li Xia when she came back: "Let that child in, the dance is so beautiful."

Li Xia and Xiao Zhi looked at Wang Qilin's past, and found that he was a bit unlucky in making an appointment for the Fenghui Farm, but he was completely in line with the conditions of a high-quality customer of the farm, with a sense of public morality, good education, self-discipline, and hard work. Being kind to others, Li Xia asked Wan He to bring people in.

The first thing Wang Qilin came in was to give Li Xia a dance program idea, and the second thing was to send crazy videos and photos to Moments. Except for going to the bathroom, there was no time when he didn’t take pictures to show off, if he didn’t have insight into everything in the world , Li Xia almost suspected that this madman in the circle of friends is not alone with Wang Qilin who dances quietly like an elf on the hillside.

At this time, Wang Qilin entered the show-off mode again. He ate the vegetable box and said to the camera of the mobile phone: "The wild vegetable box, have you seen it? The wild vegetables in it are produced on the hilltop of the first phase of the East Farm, and the skin is the owner of the wind farm. The wheat grown in the contracted fields, and the flour that Granny Feng grinds with a stone mill, you won’t get fat no matter how much you eat.”

The girl on the opposite side was furious: "Wang, do you have any humanity? My mother ate half a small oil roll in the morning, and the group leader saw her and pulled her over to put it on the scale. Now she is being punished for additional training."

Wang Qilin smiled easily: "Six meals a day, health will always be with you. At noon, we also have mushroom stew and rice, unlimited."

The girl covered her face and wailed: "Why can't I pass the appointment? My face is so pale!"

Mao An'an raised her eyebrows when she heard Wang Qilin's voice on the phone, and decisively went to grab another old corn.

Since puberty, dieting has become the top priority in her life. After more than ten years, she has forgotten the feeling of having a full meal. Only when she came to Fenghui Farm did she realize that eating a full meal is such a happy thing.

Qi Mian smiled and persuaded the young people who rushed to the carriage to start the second round of shopping: "There is still dinner at noon, and now I eat too much, and I can't eat at noon."

Wang Qilin and Mao Anan said at the same time: "No, we won't eat a bite at noon."

Qi Mian shook his head with a smile: No way, the food in their farm is so popular.

She has now changed hands of Jiushang's store and returned to Dajiling with her parents.

Knowing that she has a group of extremely loyal customers in Jiushang, Li Xia specially approved for her a daily supply of ten steamed buns, ten sandwiches, and ten catties of cakes. She can sell them on her own. The customers almost blew up the phone calls between her and her parents. Hundreds of regular customers drove directly outside the gate of the farm, wanting to talk to her face to face, hoping to get one or two of them steadily.

There are so many people who want such a little food, Qi Mian couldn't think of a suitable way to distribute it, so she simply dug out the previous customer information register and ranked the customers who spent the most in her store, The top [-] will be distributed in turn.

These foods are sold according to the prices announced on the official website of Fenghui Farm. In the eyes of ordinary people, they are outrageously expensive. Qi Mian originally thought that some customers would give up. Unexpectedly, after more than two months, not only did not one give up, but all of them gave up. All the families have called her and found all kinds of weird reasons to increase their share. The reasons of many families made Qi Mian feel embarrassed for them, it was too fake.

Half of the young people participating in dance training are villagers from Dajiling and Jimingling, and the other half are tourists of the right age like Xie Yiyi and Wang Shuxing.

The home-cooked meals of the young people in the two villages are all produced by Fenghui Farm, so they didn't come over for extra meals at the moment, but even so, the food on the two small carriages was still empty in the end.

Mao Anan finished the last bite of the wild vegetable box, stretched comfortably, looked at the sky intoxicated and said, "Ah, in two hours, we can have lunch again. This day is so beautiful, so..."

She slapped the students who were chatting in groups of three or four, and said loudly, "Stand still, continue."

The students trotted to find their positions, and the roar of "huha" and "woowa" sounded again.

Ma Xiaoha secretly touched her swollen belly, feeling a little unable to jump up, but then she thought cheerfully: the bulge is only temporary, and tomorrow morning, she will have another willow waist.

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Dajiling Qi's Ancestral Hall.

Ji Yang roasted sweet potatoes in one hand and a pencil in the other, sitting on a small wooden table with a blond old man with corn cobs in one hand and a baton in the other, gesticulating while talking.

The old man took a bite of the corn cob: "Yeah, okay, I originally wanted to suggest to you to add an ocarina here, but I read the first few chapters of "The Wind from Chaos" last night, and I think it is more suitable to use the xiao, the timbre of the xiao It can better reflect the vastness of the ancient times."

Ji Yang took a page away, ate sweet potatoes, and continued: ""The Millennium of Home Country", we have collaborated before, but this time I collaborated with Wu Yunna, I did a little bit of the beginning, end and chorus Revise."

Vincent grabbed the stack of papers, hummed softly, and shook the baton: "Well, it's not a little bit, but it's a good change. This is one of my favorite songs. I've always Everyone thinks that your song is seriously underestimated, and it should replace "Long Live Youth" in the top ten of Huaxia's century-old golden songs."

Ji Yang smiled indifferently: "Thank you! But it was not born at the right time, it can only be in today's position."

"The Millennium of Home Country" is the ending song he wrote for a TV series. Unfortunately, due to a mistake in the casting of that TV series, the actors who played the male lead were poor in acting skills. In addition, a lot of negative news broke out during the filming. Not being able to reach the stars, it is already very good that the song "Family and Country Millennium" can have the current influence.

Vincent ate the corn and continued humming happily: "The erhu replaces the violin, that's good. I have enough erhu players in my hand."

Not far from them, Qi Zhengyang, Qi Zeda, and Qi Yaohui, a group of more than a dozen middle-aged and elderly men, the erhu players Vincent said, are also eating snacks to replenish their strength. They gathered at [-] o'clock in the morning to start rehearsals. It's been more than three hours, and although I'm not hungry, I want to reward myself with something to eat.

Qi Lanting and Qi Songxing were drinking tea by the bamboo forest under the west courtyard wall, each with a flute in his hand, Qi Lanting sighed: "Oh, I didn't expect to be old and become a musician."

Qi Songxing said with a smile: "You are just sixty, and you are not close to the old. Our village used to have an average life expectancy of more than 90 years. Now that we have these foods from Huami, the average life expectancy of [-] will not be a problem in the future. You can enjoy it Woolen cloth."

Qi Lanting raised his right arm: "Really, I feel that my physical strength and spirit are better now than when I was in my twenties."

"My grandparents also say that every day." Qi Zhao, who was dressed like a New Year's doll, happened to come over with a big watermelon in his arms, and took up their words.

In addition to participating in a group dance with a large number of people, the little girl is also a member of the pipa accompaniment group. She runs around every day, practices dancing with her friends, and then plays the piano with her grandparents and aunts in the village.

"Do your grandparents know that you eat watermelon in such a cold day?" Qi Songxing teased her.

"I want to eat it. I love watermelon." Grandma Li came over and took the watermelon.

"Aunt Fengyi, you have a really good physique. Look, we all eat hot food. Today, we might not be able to bear it if we eat cold food." Qi Lanting praised grandma very discerningly.

"Our flower fans put the melon on for me. It's not cold, but it's just delicious. Come over and eat some." Grandma happily patted the big green watermelon.

"We really came here to eat." Qi Lanting and Qi Songxing stood up with a smile, and walked to the hall under the eaves with their grandma.

Grandma is the first pipa player in the temporary orchestra, followed by Li Chen.

Li Chen, who is usually full of confidence, had a real comparison with her grandma this time, and only then did she realize that she was still close to success. Now she is hurrying up to practice and leaving the chores to other people.

Vincent had finished eating the corn cobs, and was planning to invite everyone to start rehearsing, but when he looked up, he saw Qi Lanting killing a big watermelon, and the people next to him said that the big watermelon was planted by Feng Boss himself and saved for his grandma, old man Immediately changed his mind, got up and walked over: "Well, what a wonderful experience to eat watermelon on a snowy winter day."

After the past few days, Grandma Li has already seen through it. She is said to be the most prestigious conductor in the world, but she is actually a gluttonous old man.

Grandma pushed the two little toothmelons over: "Here, just two teeth, they will disappear after eating."

When Vincent arrived on the first day, he was still very restrained in eating, afraid of getting fat. The next day, he learned that no matter how you eat the food at Fenghui Farm, he will not make you fat. After observing carefully for a long time, he found that there is really no After a fat man, he immediately opened his belly to eat and drink.

There is so much food at home, grandma doesn’t really care about money, but mainly because she is afraid that Vincent will get used to eating nonsense here, and if he can’t stop the car after going out, he will become a big fat man and ruin the reputation of Fenghui Farm .

Vincent took the watermelon: "Okay, then, can I have more tomorrow? Watermelon is also my favorite fruit, not one of them."

Grandma said: "If there are more watermelons, the amount of corn and others will have to be reduced, Commander."

"Sufficient energy can make people feel happy, and a good mood can improve work efficiency." The green-eyed old man said a little disappointed.

He doesn't want to reduce anything, there are only four days left before he can eat such a wonderful food that is infinitely beneficial to his health. Of course, he can take advantage of every extra bite.

Grandma pretended not to hear, and picked up her own watermelon to eat.

After a wave of extra meals, Vincent slapped his hands: "Folks, take your place, and rehearsal begins."

Grandma wiped her hands, straightened her skirt, picked up the pipa and walked to her place.

Others also put down what they were doing, picked up their musical instruments and took their seats.

Shen Jiuzhou crossed Erlang's legs and swayed his heels to the rhythm of the music: "Mr. Lin, I've been watching it for two hours. After listening to this piece, let's go for a walk?"

He just came back from the capital last night. In order to let Xing Tian, ​​an old subordinate, enjoy the beautiful scenery and air of the farm for a few days, he took the initiative to take over the personal protection work of Mr. Lin.

Mr. Lin reached out to touch the head of the miscellaneous hair bird, and the old father asked generally: "Xiaomei, should we continue to listen to the music? Or go to the farm to see the scenery?"

Miscellaneous Bird looked outside the gate: "Zhu."

Old Lin smiled gratifiedly like a father: "Oh, our Xiaomei wants to see the scenery. Let's go for a walk. No matter how good the music is, it's not good for the fetus to stay in one place all the time. Our Xiaomei is really sensible."

Zhu Yan had nothing to love in his heart, with an innocent and cute face, trying to ignore the twitching corners of the mouths of the people around him, and followed Elder Lin out of the ancestral hall.

Bu Quin looked at Elder Lin's back, covered his heart and said to Yang Que and Su Chunyang, "Wow, that old man is so cute, he really raised that bird like a child, I hope I reach his age, Also have such a good attitude.”

Yang Que said: "Don't worry, I promise, your mentality will only be better than that old man."

Bu Quin looked at the miscellaneous-haired bird and said, "If I also have such a cute bird, I must be in a good mood."

Li Xia not only gave Ji Yang two special guest spots, but after discussing with Xiao Zhi and Huai Jiang, he also gave this Internet writer who especially trusts the farm two places, and Yang Que named Shoushou Buqin for one spot. The other one let the remaining animals in the firewood hut be distributed among themselves. Several animals couldn’t compete, and in the end the winner was drawn by lottery, and Tian Shi, the “Di Li Ren He”, caught it. Now, Tian Shi is sitting with them to watch the rehearsal of the Dajiling Orchestra .

Yang Que named Shoushou Buqin. In addition to Yang Que's liking of Shoushou Buqin's essays, and because Shoushou Buqian has a deep knowledge of Huasha's ancient poems, Yang Que wanted her to help Ji Yang write a few lyrics.

As a result, the girl was fascinated by the scenery of the farm as soon as she arrived. She didn't want to touch the keyboard at all, and she refused to write a word. Room.

However, Shoushoubu has a big heart. She has an article about the future entertainment industry, which contains dozens of lyrics she wrote for the characters. She authorizes these lyrics to Ji Yang for him to use as he pleases.

Ji Yang happened to like a few of them in particular, and he happily accepted them. The thin and thin Buqi didn't have the pressure to write lyrics, and the text also took time off to make changes, and he just opened up to play every day.

She also bought a yard in Panjia Village for more than 800 million yuan.

There were not many villages in the south of Qinghe County. When the household registration system was abolished in the early years, a large number of homesteads were abandoned. Now the Fenghui farm suddenly caught fire, and the homesteads in these villages in the south suddenly became valuable. The yard bought by Bu Quin is Pan The last one in Jiacun, because it is too dilapidated, another person who is willing to buy and the former owner of the homestead are engaged in psychological tug-of-war because of 50 yuan. Got it, already looking for someone to design the house.

The chubby Tian Shi held Su Chunyang's shoulders and stretched his head over, and said to Bu Quin, "Shoushou, you transfer your homestead to me, and I will buy you a miscellaneous bird like that."

Bu Que squinted at him, gritted his teeth: "Dream you."

Tian Shi put his head on Su Chunyang's shoulder and wailed, "Why do I carry it like this? It's only half a day later than Shoushou, so Hefeng never returned to the farm."

Su Chunyang patted his hand with a smile, his own courtyard with sparse flowers and trees flashed in his mind.

The blond-haired and blue-eyed old man Xiu raised his command post, and the sound of the flute sounded long and leisurely, as if it had passed through thousands of peaks in Jiuzhou Mountain, far away and desolate.

The description of the person in the dream last night emerged in Su Chunyang's mind, and his thoughts followed the sound of the flute, entering the chaotic world filled with the broken golden divine power of Chongming Great God.