Rising: Ten Thousand Years Chapter 509: : Ouch

Li really values ​​Xiping County very much.

It is also the place where the focus is taken care of.

This place used to be a poor place, full of troublesome people, even the county advocate Haiyang was forced to serve as trousers for the common people.

Seeing Zhang Haiyang again, he seemed a little shrewd again. From afar, I greeted you at the gate of the city with a flashlight:

"Dean Li, you are finally here. I heard that you have arrived in Xizhou, and I look forward to seeing you when you will come to Xiping County for inspection. You are the great benefactor of Xiping County, and the transformation of Xiping County is due to you It was brought about by one hand. Now let's see if the changes in Xiping County are as you wished?"

Li Zhen shook hands with Zhang Haiyang and said with a smile, "How are you preparing for tomorrow's big harvest?"

"It's ready, and everyone is united. Everything is ready. By the way, the government has allocated four harvesters to our Xiping County. Now there are many civil servants vacant. The Kyushu Academy of Sciences is really the people. The sun. It takes care of us all the time and warms us. It gives us light and..."

Li Zhen was full of impatience: "Stop saying such nonsense in an official tone."

Zhang Haiyang's face turned serious: "Up and down are full of passion, and they are always ready to roll up their sleeves and go to work in the field. By the way, Dean Li, I also wrote a special song, and when the time comes, the whole county will promote it. Everyone Singing "The Song of Harvesting Rice" and went to work in the fields. At that time, tsk tsk, it was a big scene, tens of thousands of people were working in the rice fields, harvesters roared in the fields, and singing sounded everywhere. Just imagine, is this special? Beautiful."

Li Zhen smiled: "Yes. These inspiring and motivating behaviors are very good."

"By the way, Dean Li, let me sing this song of rice harvesting for you. It's very nice and catchy. Now all of Xiping County can sing it, and I feel energetic when I sing it."

"Then you sing."

Speaking, Zhang Haiyang accompanied Li Zhen and the others to the yamen, singing loudly in the middle of the night:

"The mountains and fields are full of yellow leaves.

Manzhuang Manshe is busy with autumn harvest.

That white cloud is flying over the sky.

The ears of rice all over the ground are yellow.

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh.

Autumn harvest is busy, autumn harvest is busy, autumn ah, autumn harvest is busy.

The coming year is like fire, alas, alas.

The wind blows the fragrance of rice and flowers, alas.

Hold the golden rice in your hand, and put it in a white rice bowl.

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh. "

After Zhang Haiyang finished singing, his face was full of intoxication, his eyes were closed and he was shaking his head, still reciting and singing. Under the starry sky, the brainwashing voices of oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh.

'poof'

'Hahahaha'

Li Zhen and the others not only smiled, but Qi Lianzi couldn't stand it and burst out laughing.

Zhang Haiyang looked at everyone with an innocent face: "Is it very powerful? Does it sound good? Hey, the main thing is that it is catchy. Anyone who listens to it will sing it."

Speaking, Zhang Haiyang said braggingly again: "My most proud sentence is that one, the coming year is red like fire, the wind blows the fragrance of rice flowers, the golden rice is held in the hand, and it is filled in a white rice bowl. This writes It shows the prospect of the future, all the process of harvesting rice, and the beautiful fantasy. Alas, I am very proud of this sentence, which is simply the finishing touch in the whole song."

Jia Liping joked: "Your lyrics are written with a sense of divorce. Put them in a white rice bowl. It is very contemporary and realistic."

"That's not true. Many people say that this sentence is worth the money. The others are just for foil, and the main thing is to hold this sentence. Put it in a white rice bowl, isn't this what the people look forward to? Every meal is eaten with white rice, this is the prospect of Xizhou.”

Li Zhen smiled wryly: "It's fine if you think it's good."

"It's here. Dean Li, then you will stay in this guest house. I ordered someone to fetch hot water for you and take a shower. You're exhausted from the dusty journey."

"Okay, sorry for the trouble."

"Look what you said."

“…”

After Zhang Haiyang left, Jia Liping and the others couldn't hold back any longer and laughed.

"To put it bluntly, Xiping County is also a county. How did Zhang Haiyang do it, as if we entered a village."

"Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh."

"Hahaha, my mind is full of ouch, ouch, ouch, ouch."

“…”

While chatting and joking, they fell asleep in one fell swoop.

At eight o'clock in the morning of the next day, everyone who finally fell asleep was awakened again.

Li Zhen sat up from the head of the bed, his head a little dazed. A noisy voice suddenly appeared in the ears, as if hallucinations appeared.

‘哗啦啦’

Lengzi Qi in the next room opened the window and looked out with a bewildered face.

But under the rising sun, a band composed of a hundred people began to parade through the streets.

Among the one hundred people in the front row, some held gongs, some pushed drums, and some sat on carts and played suona. A mix of musical instruments.

Ding ding bang bang, shocking.

Then more than a hundred people began to sing in chorus, walking through the streets and alleys, singing in unison.

"The mountains and fields are full of yellow leaves, the villages and houses are full of busy autumn harvests, the white clouds are flying over the sky, the rice ears are yellow in the ground... oh, oh, oh, oh. "

"Ouch, ouch."

"Ouch, oh, oh, oh, oh..."

“…”

It's like a magic sound filling my ears.

It's like a wake-up band, it just doesn't want people to sleep well, they wake up early in the morning to sing, and sing along the streets. As if afraid of people sleeping late.

The gong, bang, bang, bang~IndoMTL.com~ The sound of the drums was loud.

You can't hear other sounds in your ears, except for the sound of gongs and drums, there is only the sound of ouch.

Zhang Haiyang wrote a song with great difficulty. He felt that he was a genius, and he was very intoxicated. Regardless of whether others are intoxicated or not, they forcibly indoctrinate them every day.

But I have to say that the effect of doing so is actually good.

After the band passed by, the common people opened their doors one after another to clean up, and then went to work.

Everyone is brainwashed.

An old man sprinkled water on the road, shaking his head while sprinkling water, and moaning: "The autumn harvest is busy, the autumn harvest is busy, oops, oops."

A woman with a sickle dangled her buttocks and walked into the field, singing loudly as she walked: "The mountains are full of yellow leaves, the villages are full of houses, and the autumn harvest is busy. The autumn harvest is busy, the autumn harvest is busy... oops Ouch."

Li Zhen sighed, rubbed the dark circles under his eyes, got dressed and got up.

Wash your face and brush your teeth. A new day begins.

Walking out of the gate of the guest house, I stood on the brand new main street of Xiping County, and saw the busy crowd. People who saw the government started posting various slogans and doing various preparations.

Very vigorously promote the autumn harvest tomorrow, and the autumn harvest.

This situation made Li Zhen feel better when he didn't sleep well, and he couldn't help muttering: "The autumn harvest is busy, the autumn harvest is busy, the autumn harvest is busy, oh my..."

Download the latest txt e-book of this book, please click:

Reading this book on mobile phone:

Publish a book review:

For the convenience of reading next time, you can click "Favorite" below to record this (Chapter 509: Oops) reading record, and you can see it next time you open the bookshelf! Please recommend this book to your friends (QQ, blog, WeChat, etc.), thank you for your support! !