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Chapter 206 Gongmenyan and Folk Songs

Because they arrived too late, the originally planned afternoon tour of Gongmen Rock was postponed to tomorrow morning. Jin Huabin explained to them the legend of Gongmen Rock and the scenery of Xianju. It is said that Pangu split the sky and split the earth, and transformed into mountains. He turned into a river. Before he died, he exhaled his last breath and spit out the inner elixir. The inner elixir was radiant and gradually rose to an altitude of 99,999 miles. With a bang, it shattered into 99,990 pieces. Nine pieces are scattered everywhere. If they fall on the land, they will become famous mountains. If they fall on the sea, they will become immortal islands. When you return from the Five Sacred Mountains, you will not see the mountains. When you return from Huangshan Mountain, you will not see the mountains. Why are the Five Sacred Mountains and the Three Mountains more beautiful than other mountains? They are all transformed by Pangu's inner elixir. Then why are there many beautiful mountains and rivers in Xianju, such as Shenxianju, Jingxingyan, Fangyan Tianchi Peak, etc., whose scenery index can compete with Huangshan, but they are unknown in history? It is probably because Pangu Neidan happened to be in Xianju back then. It exploded in the sky, and it was in the center. There were more fragments than everywhere, so there were many wonders. Because it was in the center, the valleys were split, the mountains were vertical, the terrain was complicated, the road was difficult, and it was difficult for outsiders to get there. The world didn't know its name, but many Taoists They lived together, so it was named Xianju.

"Really or not?" Next to him, a middle-aged man in his forties came up, carrying a large backpack on his back. On the bag were written the four conspicuous characters "Ten Taiwan" in the center, and two more on the side. The reporter holding the camera. The guide behind him was a familiar travel companion. After asking around, he found out that it was Professor Peng, who studies geology, and his party, who came specifically to investigate the geological formation of Gongmen.

CCTV reporter Gao was also very happy to learn that Jin Huabin and Su Yuehong were the Xianjutong of the cultural station. Geological surveys must be supplemented by stories and legends, otherwise the program content would be dry and the ratings would be affected.

Being able to show his face on the central stage immediately raised the level of this team-building activity. It was a rare opportunity. Jin Huabin hurriedly invited them to sit at the same table and filled the glasses with wine.

The finale dish of Ke Yunshan's tofu balls is on the table. The method of making tofu balls is to buy the tofu and put it in a clean basket to dry the moisture on the surface. Then it is kneaded into a paste by hand. The filling of the tofu balls is very particular. First, the pork fat is added. Take out the remaining part and refine the oil, and set aside the oil residue; chop the lean pork, green onions and bamboo shoots into fillings like making dumpling fillings and set aside; grab a ball of tofu paste the size of a duck egg with your hands, make a nest in the middle, and put the filling Put it in, be careful not to put too much, then cover the filling with a little tofu paste, hold it into a ball, turn it over between the two palms, keep the two sides flat and rounded; put the prepared tofu round on Drain the water on a dry cloth, then take it out and fry it in a pan until golden brown on both sides.

Seeing them wolfing down their food, Ke Yunshan smiled and shook his head and said, "I thought people in big cities were civilized in their eating habits, but who knows they are more rude than those in our countryside, like a bunch of hungry wolves."

Meeting a CCTV reporter at the public bowl was an opportunity worth bragging to everyone. Jin Huabin kept toasting excitedly. Half an hour later, the reporter was not drunk, but he was a little tipsy. He picked up his chopsticks and rice bowl and knocked on the bowl. While singing "Gong Mengyan" which I wrote based on folk songs.

The young people I know complain that they are tired of talking.

Computer newspapers and a cup of tea make work boring.

I work overtime until ten o'clock every day, which is just enough for living expenses.

Hahahahahahaha, come climb the mountain with me.

Life will always be unsatisfactory, so don't get sulky.

Look at the beautiful scenery of Gongmen Rock, and the pressure becomes like a pear.

Others have houses, cars, and savings of over one million.

But I am a pauper, hugging a lonely pillow at night.

Where are the people who know each other, but where can we find fate?

Hahahahahaha, there are peach blossoms in the new year.

Don't be impatient if fate has not arrived, just stay calm.

Look at the beautiful scenery of Gongmen Rock, and the pressure becomes like a pear.

Unexpectedly, there was an unexpected gain this time. CCTV reporter Gao heard the lyrics and picked up the recorder and brought it to him.

"What is this, a small microphone?" Jin Huabin held it in his hand with drunken eyes and sang again at the top of his lungs.

The bonfire party has not even started yet, and you are drunk and playing this song first. How can I lead this team? Su Yuehong smiled bitterly, shook her head, and ordered the villagers to light a fire in the patio.

Looking back, Jin Huabin and Reporter Gao were both drunk and sitting in the corner, holding each other's hands and chatting about folk songs. Several foreigners were even more excited.

While twisting and dancing, I looked for someone to toast.

Su Yuehong gritted her teeth helplessly. This heartless thing didn't know the importance of the matter. The account will be settled after the activity is over. Now, she has to hold up the situation first. The baby felt bitter in her heart. She remembered what she had just learned a few days ago.

"Zhongshan Folk Song".

Cousin Zhongshan is really troubled,

The mountain wind blows and breaks my intestines.

Feed sweet potatoes and mango vegetables to your belly,

When the light is on, the pine flakes are fed,

Use firewood and straw as a silk coat...

The song was sad, and it was sung in the Xianju dialect, which was completely different from the Mandarin version. This was the original sound. When reporter Gao heard it, he was half sober, struggled to stand up, and picked up the microphone.

He came to Su Yuehong with his voice recorder.

"Don't come to me for this, he is the real original singer." Su Yuehong pulled Ke Yunshan and pushed him in front of Reporter Gao. Ke Yunshan is a villager. Although he is quite eloquent in Qiankeng Village,

What he was facing now was a CCTV reporter. He had never seen such a posture before, so he was so frightened that he hid behind him.

Reporter Gao consoled him: "Don't panic, just sing like you usually do. I want to ask, when did you learn this song?"

"My parents learned it in the 1950s when we were remembering the bitterness and sweetness. Now, life is better, but they always remind us not to forget our roots. Occasionally we go to the mountains to cut firewood and we can sing a song. I have been with them since I was a child and learned a few tricks.

Sentence." After Ke Yunshan finished speaking, he sang in a low voice in Xianju dialect.

Reporter Gao became interested in this subject and asked: "What other folk songs have you learned that are sung in Xianju dialect?"

"Well, my dad used to sing "Anthem to Resist U.S. Aggression and Aid Korea." After saying that, he picked up a bowl of wine and drank it. The wine rushed to his forehead. He became bolder, straightened his voice, and started to roar.

June 25 last year.

The US imperialists want to destroy North Korea.

Commanding the lackey Syngman Rhee.

Use the knife to grab on March 8th.

North Korean leader***.

Lead the military counterattack.

Together with the Chinese Volunteer Army.

Resisting U.S. aggression and aiding Korea made great contributions.

Just liberate Seoul.

Defeat the Li gang in three days.

Syngman Rhee burst into tears.

Truman. In a hurry.

Regardless of thirty-seven-twenty-one.

Send troops to Korea and let the lotuses bloom.

What's the matter? Two halls and one plum blossom

Flowers bloom and lotus falls

Among the four foreign friends who participated in the team building, there were two Americans. Hearing him sing this folk song, Jin Huabin, who was so drunk that he was vomiting at the foot of the wall, heard it, sobered up for the most part, and stumbled around.

He ran over and tried to stop him from singing anymore.

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