Midday.

[Zhu Maomao, send 99 likes: Okay, okay, it's finally going to be made. 】

[Longing for happiness and sending 1 plane: The anchor is simply a god, raising bees, planting flowers, catching fish, carpentry, cooking, herbs, and what else he doesn't understand?]

[Eternity, send 1 card: Maybe he will have a child. 】

The barrage is one after another.

in the live broadcast room.

The atmosphere was very lively.

In front of Su Ran was a Fresh Wind Valley Machine.

He has an axe in his hand and flips the axe as a hammer.

Pieces of wood are being added to it in the form of mortise and tenon structure.

Knock tight.

A heavy voice echoed in the courtyard.

When he hammered a nail made of wood into the main frame of the Wind Hollow owner.

Finally wiped the sweat.

A smile appeared on his face.

The wind valley machine he made was the same as the old wind valley machine next to it.

"Nine-seven-zero" In order to take care of Ah Hui's sister-in-law's height, he also cut the wooden feet a little shorter.

One new and one old.

The two wind valley machines are compared side by side.

Netizens were excited.

[The local tyrant is so troubled, send out 1 super rocket: don't pay attention to the waste fish upstairs, the master is on top, please accept the apprentice's worship. 】

[Liu Cunyi, president of the Dawan Woodworking Association, sent 1 rocket: It's amazing, in fact, to be honest, I can't make a wood fan. 】

[Carpentry ingenuity Liu Tiankai, send out 1 plane: now they are all electric, but I support the preservation of this traditional craft, don't let it be lost. 】

[Old wooden Grandpa Afu, send 1 rocket: Young man, let's see if it can be used.] 】

【......】

Conventional machines are built.

But whether it can be used or not is very touching.

Su Ran looked at the barrage, and he also wanted to know.

After all, this is the first traditional farming tool he built.

But now is not the time to harvest rice.

No one dried the rice either.

He didn't want to put the stones, it would be difficult to clean them up then.

He thought for a moment and walked towards Ah Chunpo: "Grandma, the Wind Valley car is ready." "

"Do you have any rice at home? Let's see if it works. "

Ah Chunpo went in and out, watching him finish the wind valley car, and pointed to the house excitedly: "What I harvested last year is in the corner of the house." "

"In addition to eating, feed the chickens. "

"Grandma can't move, you can use as much as you want to get it yourself. "

Su Ran nodded and walked to the house.

The room was a little dimly lit.

Nothing furnished.

Children's clothes and shoes are thrown everywhere.

Wang Xue sat on a small stool, holding a sweet potato, and looked at the radio on the table with a smile.

In the broken radio, the local traditional drama, Coconut Island Opera, is being sung.

Squeak, squeak.

Gongs and drums are blowing.

Very lively.

Su Ran walked over to a few sacks in the corner and checked the rice.

Netizens were attracted by the drama.

[What a strange singing voice, why can't I understand it?]

[I know all about Peking Opera and Kunqu Opera, but I haven't heard of this. 】

[Not to mention, this suona blows vigorously, and the gongs and drums also sound haha. 】

[The anchor quickly introduces and introduces to the official. 】

Su Ran smiled and said to the live broadcast room: "Actually, I don't know much either. "

"But this is a coconut island play. "

"It is a traditional local theatre that belongs to a branch of southern theatre. "

"It is also divided into two classes: birth, dan, purity, end, and ugliness, both civil and military. "

"On the basis of miscellaneous operas, Coconut Island Opera has absorbed Hokkien opera, Hui tune, Kun dialect, Zhengyin opera, song and dance eight tones, puppet opera, Taoist music, etc., and gradually formed a local opera with a branch of Yiyang dialect. "

"I remember that there seem to be several dramas, which should be called "The Story of Huaiyin", "The Story of the Pipa", "Single Knife Meeting" and "Yang Jiajiang". "

"When I was a child, there were often opera troupes in the countryside to sing on stage, and it would be as lively as the Chinese New Year, adults and children would bring benches to watch, and if it was a town or another village, we would also form a team to watch it. "

"Now that the entertainment life is rich, the inheritance of the opera troupe is also difficult, and I haven't seen a real person singing for many years. (If you read a violent novel, go to Feilu Novel Network!)

"The older generation likes to listen and can only find solace on the radio. "

After speaking.

He took a gourd and scooped some rice out.

[Old man Lin Yanlin, send 1 plane: Don't talk about coconut island dramas, in fact, many dramas have fallen and become old people's dramas. 】

[Old Mutou Afu's grandfather: Opera is rooted among the people, and our Kunqu opera has also fallen, so I can only go to the park and sing a few words with a few old friends when I have time, and when we leave, it is estimated that it will be gone. 】

[Old man Wang carpenter: Our generation has been used to watching and listening to dramas since childhood, but young people don't like to listen to them. 】

[Brother Wen: Opera is a traditional culture and must be protected.....]

【......】

Su Ran's words resonated with many people of the older generation.

But this is unavoidable.

Times have been moving forward.

Just like the old black-and-white movies in the past, they were once brilliant, but they had to reluctantly give up the stage.

Only those who really like and love this industry will pay attention to it and pass it on.

He took the melon scoop to the courtyard, found the rice bran for feeding the chickens, grabbed it and put it in the gourd scoop.

He shook it to make them more mixed.

"Alright. "

"These rice bran were brought back by the villagers when they went to fetch rice. "

"It's better to feed the chickens and ducks than to throw them away. "

"Traditional theatre is gone, but it may be that our generation is not old yet. "

"Let's try this traditional Wind Valley Car!"

After speaking.

He poured all the rice from the ladle into the wagon.

Netizens watched nervously.

Even Wang Xue ran out, carrying the struggling sweet potato, her eyes widened with curiosity.

Su Ran found a bucket and put it under the mouth of the leaky grain hopper, waiting for the clean rice to come out and fall.

He put his hand on the joystick and was about to shake it, when he suddenly remembered something.

"When it comes to old objects, the most common thing we used to do when we were kids was the walk-behind tractor. "

"Every time we see the driver lighting up, we kids like to watch next to 4.8. "

"The way the tractor starts is the same as the wind valley car, but it is much more laborious than it. "

As soon as the words fell.

He pressed the Windale with one hand and shook his head with the other.

Grunt.

The sound of the fan blades turning slowly sounded.

The whirring wind is getting louder and louder, and it turns faster and faster.

Then.

Su Ran stretched out his hand and unscrewed the clamp strip on the mouth of the car bucket and put the rice in.

Rustle rustle......

I saw more than two catties of rice, and suddenly fell into the wind valley car.

It was photographed by the fan blade again.

The rice bran was lifted out of the air outlet like dust and flew into the distance.

The clean paddy tumbled through the leaky hopper and fell into the bucket.

in the live broadcast room.

Countless netizens were boiling.

【Success!】

[Shake the tractor haha. 】

[My dad used to drive a tractor, that's what it tastes like haha!]

【......】。

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