Hu Yizhou looked at the two men holding each other's arms and crying on the stage, and felt very uncomfortable. In this damn era, these damn little devils!

Originally, this family could get together and live a poor but happy life!

The old man works in the fields every day and smokes hookah when he is tired. He watches his wife and daughter-in-law take care of his grandson, hoping that when he grows up, his grandson will call him grandpa. Liu Juncai goes out to work every day to support his family, and plays with his infant baby at night.

My son, I look forward to my son growing up, looking forward to my son being called old man...

However, when the Japanese came, Liu Juncai left his family behind and traveled thousands of miles to fight against the Japanese. He didn’t even know what his child looked like, so he could only hold his son’s little handprints and cry like a baby in confinement...

…

People's emotions are contagious. Looking at the two men crying bitterly on the stage, the soldiers below also turned their faces away to prevent others from seeing their tears falling.

"Okay, okay, you two! Today is the New Year, and it should be a happy event for you father and son to reunite. Why are you crying?" Hu Yizhou saw that the two men had almost vented their emotions, and quickly stopped the two men from crying.

"Sir, I'm telling you a joke..." Hu Yizhou interrupted, and the two of them felt a little embarrassed. There were more than a thousand people in the audience watching.

"Okay, let's talk about something happy! Dad Liu, are you happy to see Yao'er today?" Hu Yizhou barely had a microphone in his hand.

"Happy!" Old Man Liu stopped crying and said a little shyly.

"Just be happy! Let's have a good New Year! By the way, let me ask, has your grandson picked a name?" Hu Yizhou asked.

"Now that we've picked it up, let's call him Liu Qubing!" When someone mentioned his grandson, the old man stopped being shy and said loudly.

"This is to imitate Huo Qubing back then! Okay, what a name! He will definitely be an upright man in the future!" Hu Yizhou said with a smile.

"Hey..." Old Man Liu responded.

"That's it! Liu Juncai!" Hu Yizhou said loudly.

"arrive!"

"Take your old man down and sit down, let your brothers around you make room, and you two can have a good meal! Did you see that beef, mutton, and goose intestines are all here? Hurry! What about the next program?

Our Shanxi-style Jiangzhou gongs and drums - Niu Douhu! Don't be too busy eating, croak, croak, croak!"

After Hu Yizhou livened up the atmosphere, he returned to his seat and left the rest to the students.

On the stage, two big drums were carried up. Two drummers, dressed in jubilant red clothes, began to prepare. Several people performing cow and tiger performances also came on the stage.

"Bull Fighting Tiger" tells the story of a shepherd boy herding cattle, encountering a tiger, and the tiger wants to eat people. The old cow bravely fights the tiger and saves the young master. Such a performance has become an intangible cultural heritage in the past.

, there are still many performance teams out there.

There were many things like this in later generations. For example, the Zhangqiu blacksmith who could shoot rifles, Czech-style, and mortars also became intangible cultural heritage in the original time and space. The old blacksmiths who used to shoot guns and cannons could only shoot Zhangqiu.

Qiu Tieguo...

The drums were beating loudly, and the folk artists and extras on the stage were performing hard. The soldiers below were eating the hot and spicy hot pot, and they did not forget to cheer for the stage, which annoyed the extras.

Working harder...

Soon, the "Bull Fighting Tiger" ended, the folk band added more people, erhu, flute and other musical instruments appeared, and even the rogue small suona came on stage! A piece of music by Hu Yizhou that he couldn't name played.

, the atmosphere suddenly became festive. Especially the little suona, which is worthy of being an instrument hooligan, stabilizing the whole band!

While everyone was eating, drinking and listening to the band, in the lounge at the backstage, a reporter from China News Service was writing furiously. Relying on the memory in his mind and the words of the students next to him, he summarized the performance of the students just now.

All the songs have been recorded and prepared for publication.

Of course, this matter was approved by Hu Yizhou! He knows how terrifying the combat power brought by an excellent song is! For example, Mao Zi's "Katyusha", "Song of the Youth League" and so on.

Hu Yizhou believes that these songs, which have condensed the efforts of the great musicians of later generations, are by no means worse than the songs of Maozi today!

Not to mention anything else, "Hymn to Heroes" alone inspired countless soldiers to move forward bravely and die together with the Japanese invaders regardless of their own safety!

"Commander Hu, thank you for everything you have done for our army!" Commander Li on the side picked up a wine cup and said to Hu Yizhou.

Commander Li looked at the happy soldiers and recalled what he had experienced along the way. He couldn't help but sigh at the complexity of people's hearts. They just wanted to fight against Japan, but they walked all the way and there were no supplies along the way. When they arrived in Xi'an, they had no weapons and ammunition to replenish, and when they arrived in Shanxi

Not even a combat map was given...

I begged Grandpa to tell Grandma, Boss Yan finally gave me a batch of weapons, but they were all scraps that had been eliminated. Thanks to the recent replenishment of a large number of grenades, otherwise I wouldn’t know what to use to fight the Japanese!

"Don't take it seriously, don't take it seriously!" Hu Yizhou quickly stood up and said.

"Sit down, sit down! There are no officers here today, only brothers! Look at my age, how much older I am than you, you can call me big brother!" Master Li feigned anger.

"Brother!" Hu Yizhou borrowed the donkey's help from the slope and picked up the wine glass.

"Thank you, big brother, for taking my brothers all the way to defend my hometown. I'd like to do it first!" Hu Yizhou took a sip of the wine in his glass.

"Okay, do it!" Mr. Li, despite his gentle manner wearing glasses, was drinking very happily.

"Thank you for the heavy machine gun you sent. Our heavy firepower has been greatly enhanced! Thank you also for the grenades you produced. We have tried them. They are much easier to use than the Gong-made grenades issued by Shangfeng! They are also lighter!" Li

The teacher said with a smile.

"That's because the materials provided by Shangfeng are sufficient, otherwise we would be too clever to make a meal without rice!" Hu Yizhou said.

"I just don't know if Captain Hu still has enough grenades under his command? Don't get me wrong, our commander spent all his wealth to collect some money and wanted to buy some weapons for the brothers! After thinking about it, grenades are more suitable! Up

The firearms Fengfa gave us are all worn out and the bullets fired are all sideways! So, it is better to use grenades to fight the Japanese invaders in close combat!"

Mr. Li is talking about business? Hu Yizhou understood immediately after thinking about it. This is talking about business, not combat cooperation! The security team has no reputation now, even if it does, it is its own reputation. No matter how poor people are, it is still a formal establishment

The name of the security group is quite different from that of our army.

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