Guangxi Zhuang Autonomous Region has the largest population because the Zhuang ethnic group actually has dozens of ethnic minorities, including Yao, Miao, Dong, Mulao, Maonan, Hui, Jing, Yi, Shui, Gelao, etc.
During the previous communication, Yao Yuan hoped to send a cadre from the Yi ethnic group, but the local people thought that it would not be good to send only one of our ethnic groups since there are so many of them.
So we formed a folk song team, covering several of the most representative ethnic minorities, including the Yi people.
Guangxi folk songs are the traditional story of Liu Sanjie, which was born here.
In the afternoon of that day, Yao Yuan went to the hotel to visit. Both Weinan and Guigang were led by the deputy mayors. He met with Weinan first. The female cadre Zhong Xiaonan came again, her face was glowing, and she seemed to have a promising career.
"I'm really sorry. We didn't know it last year, but Cao Cun Town made his own idea to give you two rotten persimmons. Later we found out about it and severely criticized him. Don't mind it."
The leader held Yao Yuan's hand and acted obediently.
"How could it be possible? The villagers' thoughts are in it. What would I do if they dislike me?"
Yao Yuan followed the polite tone and asked: "How many people are there in your team this time?"
"There are five in total. We have trained two little hosts ourselves and come with the team to learn... Say hello to Mr. Yao!"
"Hello, Mr. Yao!"
"Hello, Mr. Yao!"
There is a man and a woman, both in their 20s, with good appearance and a sense of intelligence.
Yao Yuan shook hands, chatted casually, and reminded: "This time you are interfering with Guigang, and they brought a folk song team with seven or eight people."
Ouch!
When the leader of Weinan heard this, he hurriedly asked: "Can we still sing folk songs during the live broadcast?"
"Of course, you can treat it like a TV show. We will follow the standards of the TV station. As long as it can promote the local area, we can add any content."
"But I, I'm not prepared... Mr. Yao, you have to help me think of a way!"
The leader was anxious. It doesn't matter if he has one family, but there will naturally be a contrast between the two. If others have folk songs, but he has nothing, he will be criticized when he goes back.
"Don't be anxious, don't be anxious, there are ways."
Yao Yuan summed it up and said, "There is a song called "Huayin Old Tune Shout," do you guys know?"
"You know, I've been to the Spring Festival Gala!"
"Then let's arrange this program. Guigang sings folk songs, and you sing Huayin old tunes. Each has its own characteristics. I can find the staff in time, so don't worry."
"That's really troublesome for you!"
The leader was very embarrassed.
When doing things, there is often a saying to describe "piercing a layer of window paper", but whether this layer of window paper can be broken is not that simple.
"Huayin Laoqiang Shout" was performed by Tan Weiwei and Huayin Laoqiang artists. It has appeared in variety shows and the Spring Festival Gala, and has caused a small wave of popularity.
Tan Weiwei is a super girl and can sing well, but if you don’t adapt it, her adaptations of "Where Is the Way" and "Swords Are Like Dreams" are just like shit.
After watching Weinan, Yao Yuan went to see Guigang.
As soon as I entered the house, I was shocked. There were eight people! Eight young girls wearing ethnic minority costumes lined up left and right, waving flowers and shouting "Welcome, welcome".
"Hello, Mr. Yao!"
"Hello, Mr. Yao!"
"Hello..."
Yao Yuan waved his hand and suddenly felt the joy of family seal.
The leaders of Guigang also came over and introduced them one by one, and then said: "Folk songs have a great tradition in Guangxi. Every city, every county, and even every larger unit has its own folk song team. These are all carefully selected by us."
Carefully selected talents.”
"That's right, everyone is full of energy, not inferior to Weinan!"
"Weinan also led a team?"
The leader is very sensitive.
"Oh, they brought the Huayin old tune here. It just so happens that you are all singers. Let's see if you can compete."
"Don't worry, we in Guangxi have never lost in the antiphonal song!"
"I understand, I understand, Sanjie Liu, she has indeed never lost!"
Yao Yuan went around in a circle and had an idea of this year's live broadcast of helping farmers. It will definitely be more lively than last year, Guangxi folk songs VS Huayin Laoqiang, Tan Weiwei VS Phoenix Legend...
The main theme is a high-pitched one.
Yao Yuan deliberately fanned the flames, so that he could be rolled up. Only by rolling up can he develop quickly. Otherwise, he would have to lead it by himself. How long would it take?
In later generations, live streaming is in full swing, and it can be called the end of the universe.
Even famous CCTV hosts such as Li Sisi and Liu Fangfei have joined in. Before them, Zhang Lei, Zhang Quanling, Jingwei, etc. had already taken the lead.
But things must be reversed when things go to extremes, and there are already signs of restrictions on live broadcasts in later generations, because this industry is too chaotic and it is necessary to standardize it.
And Yao Yuan doesn’t think physical stores will disappear, but they will go through a rather painful process, in which many physical stores will die.
…………
"dad!"
At night, Yao Yuan had just entered the house. Before he saw anyone, he subconsciously bent down and stretched out his hand when he heard the sound, and then there was a little broken child in his hand.
"Hey, Xiaobao is out of school, who picked you up?"
"grandparents!"
"Hmm? Where is that person?"
"I left early and didn't even eat. Your mother and father chatted with the teacher for an hour. She even asked her about shit. It seemed like she was being bullied at school."
Yin Yin Road.
"Then were you bullied?"
"Ask her!"
Yinyin was not angry, it was obvious that she had already gone through one round of interrogation.
"What could she say, what happened?"
"What else is going on! Isn't today the first day of school? The children have just entered the kindergarten and are crying and missing their parents. The teacher finally coaxed them. Your daughter jumped out and told the children, 'Your mother doesn't want you!'
'
Oops, I heard that I didn’t go to school all morning and just coaxed the kids.”
"Ha ha ha ha!"
"You still have the nerve to be happy? Your mother and father came back and told me that the teacher put it politely and said that Ling Qianjin is smart and lively, has keen intuition, is good at mobilizing atmosphere, and has leadership skills."
Yinyin kept shaking her head and sighed: "I want to raise her to be a lady, but why is it just the opposite? What's wrong?"
"The child is still young, so I will teach him slowly in the future."
"Shit! She's old at the age of three. Your daughter is born to be a little devil... Whatever you look at, it's you!"
Yinyin glared at Yao Xiaobao.
"Slightly!"
"Hey! Are you looking for a fight?"
"Okay, okay, it's much better than I expected. I thought she would fight with others..."
After saying that, Yao Yuan was also curious and asked his daughter: "Xiaobao, did you get into a fight with anyone today?"
"No!"
"Um?"
"I promised dad not to do anything."
"Look, this is the advantage. Keep your promise and keep your word!"
Yao Yuan hurriedly praised them, but Yin Yin was too lazy to pay attention to them, otherwise she would be easily annoyed, so she went to practice yoga by herself, and finally said: "Liu Weiwei sent a big box and it is piled up on the balcony!"
box?
Yao Yuan arrived at the balcony and saw a cardboard box. He opened it with scissors and found another box inside.
He opened another one, and the father and daughter looked at it, and they gasped at the same time. It was a wig.