On the stage, the children's voices were very crisp.

The host team composed of four children, Jiang Yingxia, Zhou Aimin, Zhao Manhong, and Zhao Manyin, is conducting the opening remarks.

"Hello, friends, everyone, welcome to the first gala in Wanjiacun. This year, it is a good year and a harvest year..."

Under the performance stage, villagers from neighboring villages stretched their necks and exclaimed.

"Oh, look at these children, they are savvy, and they are so good."

"That's right, they look good, I see if these children have all gone to school."

"Yes . Yes, look, those two female dolls look weird."

Tuue Hong was on the side, her smiling eyes were out of sight.

"It's a weird look, a girl from my family, one from my uncle's family, about the same age, those three, went to school last year, my family, started this year."

Look, look, my girl, it's amazing , What the red tuesday conveyed is full of this meaning.

"But it's amazing. The baby you raised is good-looking and unrestrained. It looks generous."

"That's right, the one in my house, if she asks her to go out and call someone, she can shrink back and make me angry."

On Tuesday, Hong felt that he had never been so happy in his life.

"Hey, it's nothing, I'm a girl,

she's good at being a young girl." "She just went to school, her final exam, first place!"

She was not modest at all, and no one else thought she was showing off. It is true that she was on stage this year. The four little hosts are all decent.

They followed the standards of those presenters on the TV.

There is only one TV set in Wanjiacun from Ten Miles and Eight Townships.

When have you seen such a rare scene?

"Below, let's invite our first show, the chorus brought by the village chief Zhou Ziqiang's family, "I Love My Motherland", please applaud." On

Tuesday Hong looked at the stage with a smile.

"Oh, the eldest brother of the village went up to his house, and I also went to prepare later, and my sister-in-law and I also had a performance."

Others were jealous when they heard it. They are not ordinary people yet.

The song "My Motherland and Me" is a song that everyone often listens to on TV. Basically everyone can hum.

As soon as Jiang Yingchun's idea for the talent competition came out, someone came to sign up for the song.

This one wants to sing, and the other wants to sing too. Counting it down, one of them has come to the house in seventy or eighty, and no one is allowed to make noise.

Jiang Yingchun still has a way to go directly to an internal competition before the party to see who can sing well.

Zhou Ziqiang's family stood out.

There are so many men in their family, Zhou Ziqiang will not say anything. His four sons, all with loud voices, stop there and form a chorus by themselves.

The kid Zhou Aimin was very excited today. He is both a host and a young actor. As soon as the music started, he raised his chest and started singing.

The first program started smoothly, and the rest were in order.

On Tuesday, Hong and Zhou Guihua, with a group of women from the village, twisted a big Yangko, the red silk flew up, and people couldn't help but twist it a few times.

Several young men in the village arranged a sketch without a teacher. Although there were many loopholes, it also made everyone laugh.

Jiang Wenlan took people from the garment factory and sang "We Workers Have Power".

Even Jiang Yingchun didn't expect that there are really a few capable people in Wanjia Village.

Some people will play the erhu, just take a person, I sing you pull, improvise.

Someone has learned a half-hearted Allegro, and can tell everyone about it.

Someone pinches a leaf and can make the sounds of various birds.

Someone learned the tambourine on TV, and the self-portrait and self-singing effect was surprisingly good.

This performance made Wanjiacun's winter steam up with steam.

Finally, there is a collective performance by the children in the village.

From talking, to fifteen or six, from tall to short, standing in a square team.

Jiang Yingchun took a smooth branch as a baton and easily stood in the front row.

She turned her back to the stage and smiled at the children on the stage, "Are you ready?"

"Ready!" The

music sounded, Jiang Yingchun waved her wrist, and uniform singing came.

'Knock your sleeping heart gently, and slowly open your eyes''Look

at the world around you, changing with each passing day''Look

up and look for the wings of the sky, migratory birds show its shadow'

...

'Let us Looking forward, tomorrow will be better''Let

's look forward to it, tomorrow will be better~~' When the

program was arranged, Jiang Yingchun thought, let the children in the village sing a song together, choose them, and choose what suits them. There are not many songs. Jiang Yingchun directly adapted a song from later generations and taught everyone that the accompaniment of this song is the simplest erhu, tambourine and leaves.

When children's songs and simple accompaniment are slowly mixed, coordinated, and blended.

The villagers in the audience were stunned.

Many of them didn't even pay attention. They didn't realize they were crying until the cold feeling on their faces came.

On the stage, it is their children, their hopes, their motivation to live, looking at the immature faces, the open smiles, the villagers of Wanjia Village, start to fight in their hearts, really feel that tomorrow will be more good.

Yes, tomorrow will be better.

The Spring Festival Gala in Wanjiacun has been held many, many times, but the most impressive is the first time.

In that year, Wanjia Village was still an unknown small mountain village, not well-known in the whole country.

That year, they still lived in a small thatched cottage, and did not live in a building.

That year, they had no food and clothing, no chicken, fish, meat and eggs.

That year, their party equipment was poor and simple, and there was no future auditorium.

But that year, as long as those who participated, no one can forget.

Because that year was a year of hope to plant.

When the show ended and everyone stood on the stage and bends over to the curtain call, they were indescribably excited. This feeling of standing on the stage, being the protagonist, and watching the people cheering and applauding in the audience is full of power.

The prizes are not even that attractive anymore.

But prizes are indispensable. Jiang Yingchun did what he said. Everyone got a prize. Cash red envelopes, dim sum gift boxes, New Year clothes, stationery and books brought the scene to a new climax.

This night is destined to be exciting. The villagers in Wanjia Village are elated, and the people in other villages are also excited about it. The topic of the Spring Festival Gala in Wanjia Village directly blows up the circle of friends in Wenshui Town.

"Hey, did you go to see the Spring Festival Gala in Wanjiacun yesterday?"

"No, what the gala."

"Oh, you don't know this. I told you that I went to Wanjiacun last night. It's amazing. All kinds of performances, singing, dancing, sketching, and finally there are the dolls of Wanjia Village singing together. That's a nice one. You didn't go, but it's a pity. Next year, if our village will have such a A party will be fine."

"Really? Then you can tell me quickly."

Similar dialogue, I do not know how many village eight miles, and the next day after a large set, ten thousand people go to the market village, directly on a large set were surrounded by

"Ah, you are the ten thousand villages, and I see you New Year It's the party. I watched you perform. The song you sang. I really like it. You buy fish? I will pick a big one for you and sell it to you cheaply."

"Hey? You from Wanjia Village, I didn't visit you that day. Spring Festival evening party, you quickly give me something, you buy the candy son, I'll give you some cheap ah, you quickly talk about your village, how much genius of it, one can sing in. "

Spring Festival The party is a new word that only people who have seen the world know, when is there such a rare thing in this little Wenshui town.

The villagers of Wanjia Village showed off in a low-key manner.

"It's nothing, nothing, nothing to prepare this year, next year will be better."

"We have a TV set. For the New Year, we will watch the National Spring Festival Gala. Next year, we will follow other people's standards and come back again.

" Next year, everyone is welcome to go to our Wanjia Village to watch the performance."

Especially after the photos were washed out, everyone didn't see enough of this photo. Until the New Year, every household chatted, and everyone talked about the Spring Festival Gala.

Jiang Yingchun did not expect that a small-scale performance would make these people so happy.

She thought for a while, followed Chen Mo, wrote a manuscript and some photos, and submitted it to the newspaper.

Unexpectedly, within a few days, the newspaper sent a message that her manuscript was accepted.

Until Jiang Yingchun went to Xuancheng to participate in the celebration of the movie release, Wanjia Village was still in joy.

As Jiang Yingchun expected, the film she invested in was off to a good start.

From the beginning of the year, after a short period of one week, her investment has been fully paid back, and all future dividends will be profits, a few hundred percent of the profits.

No one expected such a big success.

Director Zhou's own work was recognized by others, he was very happy in his heart, and sincerely thanked Jiang Yingchun.

"Yingchun, thanks to you, I can make my movie."

Jiang Yingchun was also happy after earning money. She encouraged Director Zhou, "Director Zhou, have you ever thought of showing your movie nationwide?"

Now The spread of information is too slow. For a film, the first spread is within the province. With the success of their work, you can try to show it all over the country.

Director Zhou's eyes brightened when he heard it. If this film can be shown nationwide, his popularity will definitely be greatly improved.

"Then I will try?" Jiang Yingchun

smiled and nodded, "Yes."

On the other side, Mo Huaiyu's popularity began to increase greatly as the movie was broadcast.

Everyone is envious of his looks, but everyone can wear the same style of his clothes.

"Look at you, the clothes that Mo Huaiyu wears are really good-looking."

"Yeah, yeah, I want to buy one for my partner."

"I opened a clothing store. Recently, many people asked me if there is him in the store. The clothes he wore, he was on TV a few days ago, and the one he wore is also good-looking."

"Then let's ask, where did he make the clothes."

Unexpectedly, Jiang Yingchun's clothes are also very popular.

"Hello comrade, can I ask, where did you buy your clothes?"

Jiang Yingchun naturally had a countermeasure.

"My clothes are from a clothing and apparel brand. You can buy my clothes at Wanjia Clothing on the third floor of Xuancheng Department Store Supermarket."

Wanjia, the owner of the Wanjia Garment Factory, is the clothing owner who first cooperated with Jiang Yingchun. She hadn't figured it out yet, some people kept coming to buy the clothes that Jiang Yingchun was wearing.

But this dress, it is a sample dress, there is only one set, five pieces.

As soon as Jiang Yingchun returned home, he received a deadly serial call from Boss Wan.

"Spring ah, you send that kind of clothing, and quickly do ah, there Huaiyu Mo wearing clothes, as long as your brand, do! I place an order!"

Lunar January 8, opened a garment factory, business burst Red.

CHAPTER 42

After the Chinese New Year, Wanjiacun, like a huge machine, started to spin slowly.

The cement road has been completely hardened. It used to take 40 to 50 minutes to walk from Wanjia Village to the town, but the newly built cement road is flat and easy to walk. You can walk in 20 minutes. If you have a bicycle, it takes a few minutes. Thing.

Nowadays, the workers in the garment factory work overtime every day, and everyone has a new hope, that is, this year, they can buy a new bicycle.

They are not the only ones who are busy.

In Wanjia Village, Jiang Yingchun led a group of people to inspect the greenhouse.

At this time, Jiang Yingchun seemed to have returned to his previous life, leading the scientific research personnel to tour the experimental field, and the whole person exuded a confident light.

"This little cucumber cannot be reluctant to break the buds. If you want to give it up, you have to give it up. Look at your family. There are too many. So the nutrients for the cucumbers to grow up are not enough. When it's time to go on the market, your family can't pick them. This is the impact. For the income, just follow one fork and leave three. The rest are all pinched."

"Your house is watered, and the amount of water is too large. Look at the viscosity of the soil, it is too large, you can follow what I said. Remember, two hours after watering, the small wooden sticks are inserted into the soil and can bring out the soil. This amount of water is just right."

"Your pepper is growing very well, but it has passed a little bit. Before ventilation, pay attention to the temperature and humidity. , The humidity is too high, cold wind blows in, it is easy to freeze the seedlings, only when the humidity is lower than 40%, it can ventilate. "It

is the people following, some can't keep up.

A group of people followed her, each holding a small notebook, immersed in memorization.

"Ying, Yingchun, you speak slowly, I can't remember."

Zhao Manhong's father, Zhao Da, was confused, holding a pencil and writing, but he couldn't remember, and said boldly.

At the beginning of his words, the remaining elders nodded one after another, "Well, Yingchun, you speak slowly."

Zhou Ziqiang took Zhao Da's confused notebook and glanced at it, "What are you writing?"

The people on the side looked out and couldn't help but laugh, "Oh, I'm so confused, no wonder you didn't get the prize when writing during the New Year. I thought you were ugly enough to write at that time, but you can do it anyway. Understand, what you are writing now."

Zhao Da was writing in a daze. The whole book is like a tadpole sleeping, staggering, and everyone is happy to see it.

He was not annoyed, "Laughing, Yingchun said quickly, I only wrote a little rough now, and I can understand it myself. Besides, I will go back at night and ask Man Hong to copy it again, and I will read it when the time comes. I understand it clearly."

Jiang Yingchun also laughed. In the past, the people who followed her were all elites, so she didn't need her to accommodate others. "Okay, let me speak more slowly. You can just remember the key points. I write a popular science book of precautions, and then go to the mayor to buy some books. We can set up a book corner, and we can usually carry out some exchange activities, so that everyone's level will soon rise." She said in a few words and made all suggestions. It was very constructive, which caused Zhou Ziqiang to praise again and again, "Yingchun, you still have a way. This way is good. If there is a problem, everyone will learn together and make progress faster." Jiang Yingchun's method is more than this one, along with the costume. The business of the factory is getting hotter and hotter, and the phone calls have been made to her home, which has affected her quiet life. She simply installed a phone directly in the office of the garment factory to recruit workers. This worker is not taking the picture of someone else, but an acquaintance. "Hello, I'm here to apply." Wu Youcai's straightforward voice sounded in the office, Jiang Yingchun felt familiar, and when he looked up, he was indeed an acquaintance. "Wu Youcai?" Wu Youcai's ninja looked up nervously, and was stunned. " Jiang Yingchun ?" When the two did not know each other, Wu Youcai still had a trace of unspeakable caution in his heart, but Wu Jinhua went to jail and let him Wu Youcai's heart was completely cold, and the two chatted, Wu Youcai felt guilty. "Sorry, at that time, my sister made you embarrassed."

Jiang Yingchun felt that Wu Youcai had grown a lot in just one year. Sure enough, the suffering made people grow up. "She also got the punishment she deserved."

Thinking of what Wu Jinhua did, Wu Youcai regretted and became angry again. He regretted it. At the beginning, why didn't he study hard? If he became the pillar of the family, he would be able to protect the eldest sister. He was also angry. Why did the eldest sister be so courageous and put himself in prison.

Thinking of this, he straightened his chest, "I'm here to apply for the job, sales, do you think I can do it?"

He can no longer mess around. In this year, he has studied the books at home carefully, planning Listening to my eldest sister, I will take a good university entrance examination in the future, but he can't do nothing. He can only be raised by his family. He heard that some people are recruiting here recently, so he thought about it and came to try.

His face was calm, but his mood was surging, and his mood fluctuated so much that Jiang Yingchun could hear him.

Before asking, Jiang Yingchun has confirmed that he can.

When asked, she was even more satisfied.

Wu Youcai used to be a fool, but he was actually a clever head. He settled down and studied steadily, and the results were remarkable. Jiang Yingchun asked a few questions, and he answered pretty well.

"Okay, Wu Youcai, you have been hired."

Wu Youcai looked at Jiang Yingchun's stretched hand, stretched it hesitantly, and gently held it.

Jiang Yingchun nodded and smiled, "Welcome to join my team."

This affirmation made Wu Youcai a little excited. He nodded sharply, "Thank you, me, I will do it well." He

will do it well. , He is not the only one.

Wu Youcai's job is not difficult. He is responsible for making calls every day, counting the number of orders, recording warehouse inventory, and reporting sales statistics to Jiang Wenlan.

The man in red on Tuesday is responsible for the purchase and delivery of goods, and Dong Zhuzi can do the internal work of the clothing factory by himself.

In fact, these tasks are not easy, but he found that everyone is still squeezing time to study.

Every day when it is off work, everyone is not in a hurry to leave. Jiang Wenlan will take out the small blackboard and write a few words on it, carefully telling everyone the meaning of each word.

Or a few people gather to read a book and recite a text together.

They are learning primary school textbooks.

Even more diligent is Dong Zhuzi. He walks the latest every day and comes the earliest. Wu Youcai discovered that as long as he has free time, he is studying, or he is thinking about it, or holding a pencil, writing on the paper one by one. .

He couldn't help but be curious, and asked Dong Zhuzi why he loves to learn so much.