Huo Chenan assigned work to everyone.
Qin Wushuang was assigned to buy two pipa with clear sound.
Zhang San was assigned to find some drums of different sizes, shapes and sounds.
Yun'er was assigned to find some marquees and colored paper.
Madaha was assigned to go to the blacksmith shop to make some loudspeakers.
"What is a loudspeaker?"
"Just like morning glory."
"What is morning glory."
"Uh," Huo Chenan really couldn't explain this question. He didn't know what morning glory was called before the invention of the trumpet.
"I'll draw you a picture." In the end, Huo Chenan decided to give up explaining and use the method of drawing to get straight to the point.
Madaha's younger brother was assigned to borrow two sets of tools from the cotton fluffer.
Huo Chenan himself needed to compose music. He was going to perform a commercial performance, an unprecedented commercial performance in the Dashun Dynasty.
He planned to use the pipa as a guitar, drums and gongs of different tones as drums, and cotton-smoothing tools as bass. The only drawback was that his configuration lacked a keyboard player.
Just as Huo Chenan was frowning and thinking hard about how to replace the original keyboard with the arrangement of other instruments, a familiar voice came.
"The world's ups and downs are created by our generation. Once we enter the world, the years will rush us. The imperial plan and hegemony are talked and laughed, but life is drunk."
"Fuck, force the king." Huo Chenan's heart tightened, and he subconsciously touched his body to see if there was anything missing. There was no way. He had seen the thief's magic hands. He was robbed twice. Although there was no loss both times, the thief's mysterious method still made him feel scared.
When he found that he only had half a piece of black charcoal left over from writing on the wooden board in the morning, he was relieved.
A white robe fell from the sky.
"Brother Huo, how are you?"
"Brother Chu, how are you?"
"I see that Brother Huo has a depressed look on his face. Is there anything bothering you?" Chu Liuxiang asked.
Huo Chenan was about to say it was nothing, but he suddenly remembered that Chu Liuxiang was a master of music. This was like sending a pillow to someone who was sleepy. It was a waste of free labor.
Huo Chenan couldn't help laughing when he thought of this. He looked at Chu Liuxiang with a little more eagerness.
Chu Liuxiang couldn't help but shudder in his heart. Why did he feel like a little white rabbit being stared at by a wolf? It must be an illusion.
"Hahahaha, seeing Brother Chu, naturally all my worries are gone."
"Oh?"
"Brother Chu, we haven't exchanged music for a long time. I have two songs here. I wonder if Brother Chu is interested."
"Really?" Chu Liuxiang asked in surprise. He didn't expect there would be an unexpected surprise. He had seen Huo Chenan's lyrics and music before, which could only be described as extraordinary. This time there are two more songs, which must be very amazing.
"Of course, but Brother Chu, can you help me tonight?"
"Brother, this is too formal. If you have any trouble, just tell me."
With Chu Liuxiang's consent, the keyboard problem was solved. He wanted Chu Liuxiang's flute to replace the keyboard.
In this way, the first rock band of the Dashun Dynasty was established.
The people who went out to prepare materials also returned one after another. The last one to return was Ma Daha. He was holding six or seven iron reels and was as tired as a dog.
Huo Chenan had ordered his men to make a circle around the door and draw red lines around it.
At this time, he asked his men to place the loudspeakers around the circle, and the others hurried to the backyard to rehearse.
Zhang San looked at the score Huo Chenan handed him blankly with a drumstick. He murmured:
"Move, hit, move, hit... um... what does this mean?"
Huo Chenan had no choice but to teach him little by little, "Move, step here, this mechanism will hit this big drum, hit, hit this gong, hit, hit this small drum. Do you understand?"
Zhang San nodded blankly.
Huo Chenan was a little worried about his appearance, but after two times, Zhang San completely let himself go and played with a full sense of rhythm.
As for the two brothers of Ma Daha, each of them carried a cotton bow, and the sound of the wooden mallet in their hands was exactly the same as the bass.
As for Qin Wushuang and Chu Liuxiang, both of them were proficient in music, and there was no problem in cooperating.
At this time, Yun'er also made the marquee that Huo Chen'an wanted. The surroundings of the marquee were covered with colored paper, and the candlelight reflected directly into color.
"Okay, everything is ready, just waiting for the night to fall." Huo Chen'an said with confidence.
...
At night, Su Linglong looked at the fruits of a day's work with satisfaction.
Every day, she was always the first to arrive and the last to leave.
Maybe she was too tired today, she fell asleep on the table without knowing it.
At night, there was no entertainment for ordinary people in Dashun.
Making babies does not count.
After a day's work, most people went home early to rest, and some even didn't want to turn on the lights.
Ruhua was sitting in her yard washing her feet. Maybe it was a little itchy, Ruhua couldn't help but pick her toes, and then she picked her nostrils.
Maybe because of the problem of hormone secretion, Ruhua is different from other girls. She has a beard.
Plus her rough appearance. So far, no man has taken a liking to her. So after nightfall, she can't even have children. She can only look at her own shadow and feel sorry for herself.