Everyone here has been selected from each commune to participate in the county's competition. Doesn't every commune have a few good hands? Before belittling others, think about your own group's feelings?!
Zheng Weimin hit a wall, gave an awkward laugh, and turned back to look at the fifteen people he brought. Suddenly, an idea struck him, and he shouted loudly, "How about we have the Taiping Commune sing us a song?"
Song duels are a tradition in the military. During large gatherings and meetings, companies often engage in these to enliven the atmosphere.
The people from the Fujiao Commune immediately chimed in loudly, "Sing a song, sing a song!"
The shout was loud, but not quite in unison.
Seeing this situation, Xu Dong grinned, turned back to wave at his militia, and Zhang Wanxiang jumped out, stood at the front of the group, and shouted at the top of his lungs, "How about the Fujiao Commune sing us a song?"
