Chapter 373: Come to our funeral band

The rest of the funeral band were stunned when they saw Hu Yibao's appearance.

The promised white hair, where is the promised fairy wind and crane bone?

Hu Yibao's youth was beyond his imagination.

Looking at Hu Yibao in front of them, it was difficult for them to associate the almost immortal sound of "Hundred Birds Paying to the Phoenix" they just heard.

A young man who looked about twenty years old blew out the "Hundred Birds Paying to the Phoenix" that they blew out for the rest of their lives.

Do you think you are angry?

At this moment, Hu Baoguo, the village chief of Hujia Village, saw the arrival of the funeral band, immediately lowered his pace and walked over carefully.

When he arrived in front of the funeral band, Hu Baoguo greeted him.

"Fifth Brother, you are here!"

"Yes!" The fifth brother nodded, and then took the initiative to explain, "The car had a tire blown on the road, and it was delayed."

Looking at Hu Yibao who was guarded by hundreds of birds, the fifth brother couldn't help but ask, "Who is that young man?"

When he heard the fifth brother ask Hu Yibao, Hu Baoguo's head was raised slightly, and his face was full of pride.

"He is Hu Yibao from our Hujia Village, and he is my eldest nephew."

Hu Yibao's actions after the Chinese New Year this year, Hu Baoguo, as the village chief of Hu Jia Village and Hu Yibao's uncle, made his face full of pride and honor.

In the eyes of the people of Hujia Village, Hu Yibao has become a figure like Village Bao.

"Hu Yibao?" The fifth brother murmured to himself, feeling a little inexplicably familiar with him, as if he had heard of this name somewhere.

Others in the funeral band also felt inexplicably familiar with Hu Yibao.

"I seem to have heard this name somewhere?"

"Me too!"

"Someone seems to have mentioned the name Hu Yibao recently, but I can't remember it for a while."

"Oh, old, my memory is declining after all."

The old man said to himself.

Following someone asked.

"The suona is so good, Brother Wu, do you think he will join our funeral band?"

The fifth brother looked at the mourning hall, looked at Hu Yibao who was stroking the thrush, shook his head, and said uncertainly, "I don't know."

Their funeral band is very famous for being around 180 miles.

There is a business done almost every day.

The money I made was also a lot, far more than those students who graduated from prestigious universities in the city.

‘But if I give Hu Yibao 60% of the funeral band’s income, I wonder if he would agree.’

Brother Wu had an idea in his mind.

If you want to win Hu Yibao into your funeral band, then you will not only bring in young blood to your funeral band, but also increase the overall strength of the funeral band to several levels.

Naturally, the price will follow.

It is reasonable to be able to blow "Hundred Birds Paying to the Phoenix" to the level of harmony between birds and birds, and the appearance fee is super doubled!

Just thinking in my heart.

The fifth brother saw that Hu Yibao was touching Huamei's hand and put it down.

The thrush that landed on Hu Yibao's shoulder turned slightly, looked at Hu Yibao on the left and Hu Yibao on the right, as if he was puzzled why he let go of his hand and stroked his hand.

"It's all gone!" Hu Yibao waved his hand gently and said loudly.

All the people and birds looked at Hu Yibao in confusion.

Can these birds understand human words?

The villagers were puzzled.

Things are a bit absurd, but there is an inexplicable expectation in my heart.

Since Hu Yibao can use the "Hundred Birds Paying to the Phoenix" to attract hundreds of birds, then these birds may be able to understand Hu Yibao's words.

It sounds amazing.

Even the funeral bands that were talking to each other outside the mourning hall stopped chatting and turned to look at Hu Yibao.

"Let's go!!" Hu Yibao said again.

This time, Hu Yibao finished speaking.

It seems that Bainiao really understood Hu Yibao's words.

"cracking!!"

The eagle on the beam of the mourning hall suddenly roared, as if it was a farewell to Hu Yibao.

The high voice echoed in the quiet mourning hall, rushing into the ears of everyone present, and then the eagle flapped its wings and swooped away.

The other birds also spread their wings and flew out of the house with their respective cries.

Finally, the thrush rubbed Hu Yibao's neck, cried softly, and flew out as well.

In less than a minute.

The birds that were originally filled with the mourning hall were now gone, and the entire mourning hall was clean at this time. Not to mention bird shit, there was not even a single bird's hair.

Clean and clean.

If it weren't for the previous scene, everyone would have remembered it vividly, and I'm afraid they would really regard it as a fantasy.

After a moment of silence, there was a hustle and bustle like a tide.

"It's really amazing. The scene just now is like a dream."

"I didn't expect that Hu Yibao's "Hundred Birds Paying to the Phoenix" could be so good."

"The videos I posted on short videos have become popular. In just a few minutes, the number of reposts exceeded 100,000, the number of likes exceeded one million, and the number of fans increased by tens of thousands."

"The same is true for my friends circle. Many friends say that Hu Yibao is amazing!"

"Just just now, I received a friend's addition. The man said he was a Xinhua reporter and wanted to interview me."

"What kind of interview should I accept? I'll send me the video I just shot. I'll also post a message to my old classmates to see the immortals in our Hujia Village."

Amid the noise, Hu Baoguo brought in Mr. Yu’s funeral band this time and gave a brief introduction.

"Fifth Brother, this is Hu Yibao."

"Abao, this is the fifth brother."

Hu Yibao and Wu Ge shook hands briefly.

"Hello, fifth brother."

"Hello, Hu Yibao."

Following the fifth brother, he asked, "Mr. Hu, are you interested in joining our funeral band?"

"Sorry, no!" Hu Yibao shook his head and refused.

The play "Hundred Birds Paying to the Phoenix" was just because I wanted to repay Mr. Yu. As for joining the funeral industry, Hu Yibao never had this idea, and I'm afraid he wouldn't have this idea in the future.

"What a pity!" The fifth brother sighed regretfully, but he did not force Hu Yibao to ask for some tips on the team's suona player after asking about the playing skills of "Hundred Birds Paying to the Phoenix".

The fifth brother started to get busy with his own funeral band.

The funeral band is here, and everything that follows the process.

"Dudududu!!"

“duang    duang    duang!”

Soon, the sad and heavy joy of mourning sounded at the uncle's funeral.

Hu Yibao also began to entertain everyone who came to Yu’s funeral as his grandson.
Chapter completed!