But she was reluctant as there were too many chores at home, so her cousin went to Wang Dali and tattled on her. When Wang Dali came 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 emerged 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.
Whether the course of history will change, she really couldn’t care now.
She had the kids line up and she taught them movements. The kids were eager learners and had good memories. 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 some unknown time, Taotao woke up. He crouched aside, occasionally looking at them, then also stood up and began to learn the movements, twisting and turning. Though young, his movements were clear-cut, seeming to really have a talent for dance.
This was the first time; 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 come up with a solution.
"You mean recording on tape?" Jian Zhiqing, somewhat 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 mean 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 mean anything else. Our Nuannuan is self-reliant, not relying on anyone. Working people should be just ; 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 some twenty-something-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 me," Jian Zhiqing sat down, "how come you thought of recording a song? I do know some 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.