The pastoral life of the grass tribe chief

On a crisp June morning, a gentle breeze blew through the valley, where everything was lush and green.

An old-fashioned car sped through the mountains, its song ringing out loudly.

The cats and dogs would sometimes chase after the car, sometimes disappear into the woods, and then reappear and chase after the car again.

"Yo ho!"

"grandfather."

"hurry up."

"Faster."

The old bird flew back and forth in the valley with lightning speed.

"This piece of junk needs to be replaced with a faster one."

The old man wanted to go faster, but unfortunately the car's top speed was only forty or fifty kilometers per hour, so he couldn't go any faster.

This is also why Lu Yao and his group let the old man speed on the mountain road.

Especially in the early morning, the old man is the only one in the entire valley, so he's not afraid of bumping into other people's cars.

At the first intersection in Wumutang, in front of the bamboo shed, Li Yunbo squatted on the ridge and chatted with Lu Yao and the others who were picking chrysanthemum greens.

He played mahjong all night, bought a bundle of rice cakes and soy milk, and then came to Wumutang.

"It's too lonely for Grandpa Lu to race alone."

Li Yunbo was eager to try.

But he didn't dare.

If he were to race the old man, Lu Yao and the others would flip his car to the bottom of the valley.

"Shut up."

When Lu Yao saw the old man return, he cast a threatening glance at his old classmate.

"That year we came to the small mountaintop / The mountaintop with fine, heavy rain / You scattered your hair like spring / And we entered into a poem full of imagery / You said I was like a poetic raindrop / Gently drifting onto your rosy cheeks / Ah, I was intoxicated so many times / I was intoxicated so many times..."

The old man got out of the car and sang along to a song on the speaker in his hand.

The old man's voice was a little hoarse, with a sense of vicissitude. He sang cheerful songs in a different style, which could touch the softest part of the heart.

"Grandpa Lu, your grandson sings so well; it turns out he inherited it from you."

Li Yunbo had never heard the old man sing before, and he never expected that the old man would sing so well.

Lu Yao is also very talented in music.

Li Yunbo has loved performing and singing since he was a child. He usually enjoys performing in front of his classmates. His teachers and classmates applaud him and praise him as a little singer. Only Lu Yao, Lu Chong and Lu Yang seem uninterested and even disdainful.

On one occasion, Li Yunbo was singing in front of his classmates, but Lu Yao and his two friends ran off to play a game of throwing stones, completely disregarding his singing.

"What do you three mean by this?"

Li Yunbo finally couldn't hold back any longer and angrily questioned the three of them.

"The singing is so awful, my ears can't take it."

Lu Chong picked at his ear and mocked him.

"What, you want to fight?"

Lu Yang stood up and looked at him defiantly.

Lu Yao ignored Li Yunbo and continued playing his own game.

"You guys are amazing, you should sing."

One of Li Yunbo's little fans, seeing how the three of them looked down on him, angrily said...

"Brother Yao, sing it for them."

"Let them hear what real singing is like."

Lu Chong and Lu Yang said smugly.

To avoid being disturbed while he was playing the game, Lu Yao started singing as soon as he opened his mouth.

His voice wasn't as stunning as Li Yunbo's, but it was very clean—not the pale kind of clean, but the kind that could strike straight to the soul, giving me goosebumps.

The homeroom teacher's office was right next door, and he was also startled by his singing.

If you hadn't seen and heard it with your own eyes and ears, you would never believe that it was a child's singing voice.

It can be said that his singing is devoid of any technical skill, but the emotion he conveys is terrifying; even people who have lived to be sixty or seventy years old may not be able to sing with such feeling.

It can only be said that the Meng Po soup made him forget his memories of his past life, but not his feelings for her.

Li Yunbo didn't believe it before, but after meeting Lu Yao, he began to believe that some people are born with a gift from God.

The longer he spent with Lu Yao, the more he felt that this guy was not just blessed by God, but practically fed by God.

"He learned to play tunes with blades of grass from me."

The old man boasted.

He taught almost all his descendants, but only Lu Yao learned it.

At that time, he did not feel proud, but rather a little disappointed, because none of the descendants he valued had learned the skills.

He never dreamed that this grandson, whom he had never valued, would one day become his pride.

"My grandfather not only sang well, but he could also play the erhu and the bamboo flute."

Lu Yaodao.

Many of my grandfather's generation were illiterate or had limited literacy, but they were all very talented.

He didn't know why before, until recently when he flipped through his grandfather's treasured books and suddenly realized.

The books of that era were incredibly diverse, ranging from how to manufacture airplanes and cannons to how to build houses, farm, and dig wells. They simplified the most complex issues using the simplest written language and illustrations, allowing even those who couldn't read to learn a great deal from the illustrations.

"Since you all love singing so much, why don't you buy a karaoke all-in-one machine and have a concert at home?"

Li Yunbo said.

"You think everyone likes to be a show-off like you do?"

Although Lu Yao said that, his heart was stirred.

"Without us eye-catching bags, the world would be much less joyful."

Li Yunbo was not ashamed, but rather proud.

As she spoke, she even danced a charming and alluring dance to the rhythm of the music.

At this time of day, most people are working in the fields in the countryside, and loud laughter can be heard everywhere. Some elderly people are laughing so hard that their teeth fall out.

Good heavens, how can there be such a person in this world, especially one who is my classmate?

Lu Yao wished he could dig a hole and crawl into it.

"Was it a good jump?"

"good!"

Where is the applause?

"Clap clap clap!"

"Louder applause over here! Didn't they have breakfast over there?"

"Clap clap clap clap!"

"Let's give them a louder round of applause, then I'll do another 'dinosaurs fighting wolves' routine."

"I don't have k/I don't have k/I don't have k/biu biu biu biu/Dinosaur fights wolf fights wolf fights/Dinosaur fights wolf fights wolf fights/Dinosaur fights wolf fights wolf fights/Dinosaur fights wolf fights wolf fights…"

……

Lu Yao fled in panic.

Now the whole village knows that Lu Yao has a classmate with a face thicker than a city wall, which makes him avoid villagers like the plague. He really can't bear the embarrassment.

The culprit acted as if nothing had happened, coming and going as he pleased.

After Lu Yao and the others weighed the fish and got on the bus, Li Yunbo took the Yuzhu herbal tea and went back as well.

Lu Yao bought two sets of outdoor karaoke speaker systems online.

One set was placed at the Shiquangou convenience store, allowing customers to request and sing songs for free.

A house in Wumutang can be set up so that relatives and friends can sing and have a lively time when they come over.

Anyway, it's far from the village, so no one will care if we howl and scream until dawn.

"Brother Yao, your rooftop is big enough to be used for square dancing."

Don't push your luck.

"Uncles, aunts, grandmas, don't just sit there! I'll teach you a dance routine. It's super easy, you'll learn it in no time."

"Hey Li, can't you just shut up for a bit? You're always involved in everything."

Life is short, so seize the day.

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