"The auspicious time has come, sharing the exclusive title of the children, the Taiqinggou Winter Fishing Festival has officially begun!"
The firecrackers are blasting, the gongs and drums are noisy, today is a good day, and the skewers and high-pitched music version cover the entire Taiqing Valley, adding to the atmosphere.
Long Er's voice as the host scared Cai Gen so much that he almost threw Cai Tuantuan out.
It seemed as if I had just thought about something that was beyond my ability, and felt guilty after being found out.
After the music started, people started to get entertained.
The yangko troupe, lama troupe, and drum troupe entered the stage one after another.
The person in charge of the organizer, Mr. Long, as well as Mr. Long’s first cousin, second cousin, great-uncle, and master Tong Aijia, entered the venue one after another.
Village cadres such as the village head, secretary, accountant, women director and other co-organizing units also attended the event one after another.
When all these people stood up, the stage was almost full, and it was very crowded and cramped.
Fortunately, the lama team was upright and took the initiative to lead the yangko team down from the high platform, which made everyone relax and relaxed.
Cai Gen was a little surprised when he saw the Lama team.
Logically speaking, fishing and hunting in winter shouldn’t be something like shamanism?
Why bother with Lamaism?
Could it be that the process that Mr. Long did online was done in accordance with the customs of Daji Province?
There is no standard anyway, no one cares about whatever you do, so who makes Mr. Long the boss?
Mr. Long was standing on the stage. He had already changed his clothes. He didn't know where he got a sheepskin jacket and a dog-skin hat. He even tied a hemp rope around his waist.
Although he is not tall, he still has a primitive and tough look and a barbaric energy.
He picked up the microphone with one hand and took out his cell phone with the other hand to read.
All kinds of thanks, all kinds of welcomes, and all the New Year greetings I could find.
All the audience were very satisfied, full of joy, and the atmosphere was well set off.
After the opening process, we entered the stage of offering sacrifices to the lake.
With a sacred look on his face, Mr. Long pretended to walk down the platform and stood in front of the red altar table.
A circle of lamas has been prepared for a long time, more than ten people, each holding a kind of tribute in his hand.
Pork head, roast chicken, pork belly.
Melons, pears, pastries.
Hada, pine branches, big red flowers.
I don’t know if there is any particularity about it, but I handed it to Mr. Long and placed it on the altar table. In the end, there was a large table filled with piles of them, which was comparable to a banquet for weddings and weddings.
After setting up the offering table, Master Long lit a handful of incense without counting it. He raised it high above his head, bowed three times, and prepared to put it into the bowl of the incense burner.
Logically speaking, it is a relatively common practice to use three incense sticks in one incense burner bowl.
There are three incense burners on the offering table.
After Mr. Long inserted the first two incense burners, he found that there were only two incense sticks left in his hand.
I forgot to count when I was lighting incense. There were only eight incense sticks in a handful.
This is embarrassing, one less incense stick.
These old people were watching, and there were cameras and cameras. Young Master Long was sweating.
Cai Gen was holding back his laughter when he felt Yuanyuan pulling him and whispering.
"Why do you need eight incense sticks?
What’s the point?”
Haha, what can Cai Gen say?
Are you saying that Mr. Long didn’t learn division well in mathematics?
Before Cai Gen could make up excuses for Young Master Long, Tong Aijia walked up to Young Master Long.
He picked up five sticks of incense on the altar table and held the bun burner high.
He showed a circle to the audience, not forgetting to look at the lamas watching the show with disdain.
Without lighting the fire, just blow it with your mouth and the incense will burn.
Showing this hand, the audience applauded one after another.
I thought this was a magic show arranged by Master Long. It was really creative.
"Xiaolong, remember.
We will burn incense later and order four sticks.
The three incense sticks represent heaven, earth and people.
An incense stick represents the ancestral gods.”
After Tong Aijia finished speaking, she repaired each incense burner with four incense sticks, turned around magnificently, and returned to the leadership table, showing the appearance of a worldly expert.
As expected of a master, when he saw his apprentice sitting on the wax, he went straight to the rescue.
But in Cai Gen's eyes, Tong Aijia's acting was very artificial and she used too much force.
At first glance, he looks like a comedian or variety show star.
The dog-skin hat was already very hot, but just now I was so anxious that I was sweating.
Mr. Long wiped his sweat and nodded to the master to express his gratitude.
Hold up your phone and start moving on to the next item.
Sacrifice words.
"As the sun sets and the sky turns dark, every house has its doors closed.
Magpie Lao Guo
Damn it, that’s not right, just wait and see.
Let’s do it again.”
Tens of thousands of people laugh together, how powerful is it?
At this moment, Cai Gen finally understood.
Why do you have to go live to listen to cross talk?
When everyone has fun together, the atmosphere is much better than having fun at home in front of the computer.
Even the ball on his shoulders was twitching with laughter.
"Dad, did Uncle Long do it on purpose?
Is this adjusting the atmosphere?"
Cai Gen didn't know how to answer. There was no need to help Mr. Long establish a tall image.
Seeing Tong Aijia, they all lowered their heads in shame.
There was nothing he could do to help this prodigal disciple.
It was normal to laugh and make noises, but the young people around Cai Gen went a bit too far.
"Damn it, are you a great dancer?"
"You don't know how to read, so go down if you can't."
"What are you doing with this kid?"
"Wear a dog-skin hat and make a fool of yourself."
"Hurry up and catch fish, who wants to see you playing monkey here?"
"Don't tell me that this grandson looks like a giant monkey."
Because the distance was relatively close, Mr. Long took all these unpleasant words to heart.
Damn it, I, Mr. Long, finally changed his ways and did something serious.
Where does this stupid young man come from, does he not hesitate to ruin things?
Mr. Long held up his cell phone and followed the sound with cold eyes.
Just this look made Cai Gen feel bad.
For people like Mr. Long, no matter how they are now, fighting and fighting is a habit they have developed over many years.
You can kneel him down, but you can't insult him.
This is his final bottom line as a social person.
Cai Gen kept shaking his head at Mr. Long, saying that the overall situation was the most important thing and not to be impulsive.
With so many people, it would be wrong if a few words could delay important matters.
A vicious fight occurred at the Taiqinggou Winter Fishing Festival, and the organizers took action because the children were the only ones to be named.
This news is not good to hear.
Young Master Long received Cai Gen's kind reminder and smiled self-deprecatingly.
It seems that it has melted in my heart and I have figured it out.
I am no longer the penniless little ruffian.
Just when I was about to raise my phone and pronounce the words normally, my eyes immediately went straight.
Because he saw He Naizi separated from the crowd, walked over with her long legs in stockings and an advertising fan, and rushed towards the young man who made rude remarks.
Mr. Long quickly winked at Cai Gen, "This bitch can do anything."
Just as Cai Gen breathed a sigh of relief, he received a request for help from Mr. Long.
He turned around and saw He Naizi coming, and instantly understood Mr. Long's worry.
According to He Naiko's character, it would be impossible for Xiao Longlong to endure it if he dared to scold her. She was not from the Leaf Village in the first place.