The Cannon Fodder Heroine Strikes Back Online

Chapter 337 Clear and bright voice

This time she is leading the team in person, and Kaoshantun is the third stop. They will cover almost all of Beicheng's jurisdiction in this half month.

This is also a spiritual feast for the people who have worked hard for a year.

In order to welcome them, captain Shen Sanye asked the village yangko team to wait at the entrance of the village in advance. When the troupe's bus drove over, they started beating gongs, drums and suonas, and the yangko team also started dancing. It was really like celebrating the New Year Just as lively.

It was already noon when they arrived, and Captain Shen Sanye had already prepared a hearty farm stew.

Chicken stewed with mushrooms, sauerkraut and big bones stewed with blood sausage, carp stewed with tofu, Chinese cabbage stir-fried with shredded potatoes, and large steamed buns paired with two boxes of noodles. The people in the troupe ate with great joy.

Especially the big carps, which were specially fished out from the ice holes dug by the captain in the Fengquan River. Although there were not many, they were enough for the troupe.

The taste of cold water fish is absolutely delicious.

They are also very hard, running around for days and can't eat or sleep well, and they can't eat spicy or irritating food, because their throat is their strength.

However, these four dishes taste good, there is no chili, the millet porridge is thin, and the rice soup tastes golden. Warm the whole body.

After dinner, the stage began to be set up, and some children who didn't want to go home gathered around to watch the fun.

The female leader of the Pingju Opera Troupe is named Hua Qing.

Although these children were a bit intrusive here, she was good-tempered and did not chase them away. Instead, she let them go to the other side to play. After all, the stage was decorated with shelves and boards. If she ran into them, she really couldn't get along with them. Parents explain.

But if he really drives her away, Hua Qing can't do it.

In rural areas, people usually eat two meals at this time, and dinner is mostly eaten between 3:30 and 4:00 pm.

The Pingju Troupe's performance starts at five o'clock.

After playing for a while, some children got hungry and ran home to eat.

Hua Qing took the line book and program list and sorted out the content of today's program. Her play was the finale and the most classic piece.

And she couldn't help but hummed while holding the notebook. The tune was melodious and melodious, and it sounded particularly good in this empty but slightly noisy auditorium.

After singing this short section, she picked up the notebook again, but suddenly she heard a little girl singing the section she had just sung with her immature voice.

This voice is clean, without a trace of impurities and not a single wrong note.

She stood up suddenly and looked behind her, only to find a little girl of about seven or eight not far away imitating her previous singing with slightly jerky movements.

The little girl may have thought that her voice was very small. After all, there were many people here. Everyone on and off the stage were busy putting up curtains and tables, and some were still sorting out the props and costumes for the opera. In short, a troupe was very busy before a performance. Busy.

Hua Qing didn't expect that in this noisy sound, she would hear such a clean and clear voice.

This voice is really good.

She walked over excitedly.

When Wu Xiaoliu looked at the woman walking towards her, he was so frightened that he froze. His raised fingers were stagnant in mid-air, and then he hurriedly put them down, not even daring to look at Hua Qing, and raised his legs and ran outside.

Hua Qing was anxious.

Pointing at the small figure, he shouted to the colleague next to him, "Stop that little girl quickly."

The colleague didn't know what was going on yet, but as the group leader ordered, he thought the little girl had taken something, so he rushed over like an arrow and took three steps at a time to kill this girl. The little girl was stopped. Wu Xiaoliu turned pale with fright. To her, these people in the troupe were like people from another world. She liked singing. When she heard Hua Qing sing, she secretly remembered it and couldn't bear it. If she learns to sing without their permission, will she be scolded or beaten?

Hua Qing saw that the child was frightened, and then she realized that she must have looked a little anxious. Her voice was as gentle as water, with a soothing power, "Don't be afraid, little girl, tell Auntie what your name is?" "

"...I, I...I, my name is Wu Xiaoliu."

With fear in his eyes, Wu Xiaoliu stuttered out his name.

"Xiao Liu, is that your name?"

"Yes...yes, that's what I've always been called."

Gradually, Wu Xiaoliu let down his guard, because this aunt was not only beautiful, but also had a very gentle voice, just like Sister Xiaoxi.

So Shen Mingxi, who moved the bench and brought his grandma, grandpa, Goudan and Yaya to take seats in advance, knew that the leader of the Pingju Opera Troupe was going to recruit Wu Xiaoliu as his disciple.

This is shocking news.

But Shen Mingxi was surprised, but not shocked.

Because she had always been thinking that the gift package given to Wu Xiaoliu was the luck of the hour, but just because of the luck of the hour gift package opened the system's new function contribution value and consignment area.

At that time, she was thinking that a little girl who was just eight years old was born and raised in a rural area. She had lived a life of being beaten and scolded since she was a child. She had not enough food and clothing. Even if she was given a gift bag, her contribution value would be from Where did it come from?

At this moment, when Shen Mingxi saw the little girl standing next to the flower leader, who seemed to be stepping on the clouds and seemed to be in a dream, she suddenly understood.

The leader of the flower group is a young artist with both virtue and art. He has been to the capital to report on performances and won the highest award in the theater world.

Wu Xiaoliu can be her disciple, and his future achievements can be imagined, not to mention that God has given Wu Xiaoliu such a good voice, as clear and bright as the sky in autumn, without a trace of impurities.

A voice like this can only really shine on the stage.

For human beings, material life and spiritual life are equally important.

So this is the source of Wu Xiaoliu's 100,000 contribution value.

At this moment, Shen Mingxi's eyes were moist, but when she saw the surprised look on Shen Baozhi's face as she walked in, she raised the corners of her mouth and smiled again.

Shen Baozhi would never have imagined that the system was in her hands, and she would never have imagined that the system now has these new functions.

Of course, for someone like Shen Baozhi, she wouldn't do it even if she thought of it. How could she, a selfish person like her, be willing to give gift bags to others?

She will definitely apply it all to herself.

Quietly, Shen Mingxi added good luck to Wu Xiaoliu, allowing her to handle this matter smoothly without any trouble.

At this time, Wu Xiaoliu's father, mother, sisters, and his only younger brother came after receiving the news.

In this era, the people in the Beicheng area have the deepest feelings for the Beicheng Pingju Opera Troupe, because this troupe has brought them too much joy and happiness.

Happy weekend, my dears~~~

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