But she was reluctant as there were too many chores at ho, so her cousin went to Wang Dali and tattled on her. When Wang Dali ca back, he severely beat her. Therefore, she danced while being beaten. Now, she even has to be thankful to her cousin and Wang Dali’s fists. Otherwise, she wouldn’t have been able to learn this dance and couldn’t teach the kids.
This is a song that only erged years later. If she teaches it now, she is not sure if it would affect that King. However, she really can’t worry about that much now. When she suggested it, she only intended it as an idea, but now all these pairs of eyes are looking at her with expectation, admiration, and gratitude, making it impossible for her to refuse.
Just teach it.
Whether the course of history will change, she really couldn’t care now.
She had the kids line up and she taught them movents. The kids were eager learners and had good mories. None were too clumsy and they learned seriously. It’s unknown if they were confused being sung to in the three-year grand chorus, but now they are scared of joining in singing "East is Red," just like Jian Zhiqin.
At so unknown ti, Taotao woke up. He crouched aside, occasionally looking at them, then also stood up and began to learn the movents, twisting and turning. Though young, his movents were clear-cut, seeming to really have a talent for dance.
This was the first ti; Qin Xiangnuan initially tested their receptiveness, which was better than she expected. Now, there’s a bigger problem—they have no music, no cassette tape. Yes, cassette tapes are being used now, and recorders are expensive. Normally, families really can’t afford it.
She needs to resolve the music issue first, otherwise, it would all be in vain.
This matter, she might have to rely on Jian Zhiqing for help. He knows many people and should be able to co up with a solution.
"You an recording on tape?" Jian Zhiqing, sowhat surprised, asked, "What happened, since when did you take up such graceful hobbies?"
Qin Xiangnuan was infuriated by this.
Her face fell, "Does Brother Jian think I can only make scallion pancakes?"
"No, no," Jian Zhiqing didn’t an that, but clearly, he touched Qin Xiangnuan’s sore spot.
It appeared that the young girl could also get angry. He patted Qin Xiangnuan’s head, "Brother Jian didn’t an anything else. Our Nuannuan is self-reliant, not relying on anyone. Working people should be just like this; you are more promising than other kids. Brother Jian just doesn’t understand why you suddenly want to record a song?"
His words did sound pleasant. Qin Xiangnuan actually didn’t feel that upset; she had smoothed out her rough edges in her past life. She wouldn’t hold grudges against so twenty-sothing-year-old young man. Of course, she seemingly really forgot that she herself was only a sixteen-year-old child and not yet an adult.
"Tell ," Jian Zhiqing sat down, "how co you thought of recording a song? I do know so people who specialize in it. If you want to record, I can take you there."
That’s great, Qin Xiangnuan breathed a sigh of relief. She felt Jian Zhiqing was like Doraemon, as he could accomplish anything, virtually omnipotent.
Qin Xiangnuan then discussed the matter of preparing a program for Jian Zhiqin. However, they didn’t have a cassette tape. Without a tape, there would be no music, and without music, how could they dance? She could only sing, unsure if she could produce a cassette tape.
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