Everyone present here were all experts who'd been selected to participate in the county militia competition. Which commune wouldn't have a few experts? Shouldn't he have thought about how other people would feel before mocking others?
Zheng Weimin smiled awkwardly and looked back at the 15 people he had brought with him. Then, suddenly, he had an idea and said loudly, "Why don't we invite the people from the Tai Ping commune to sing a song?"
Playing music was considered a tradition in the militia. Every time they gathered for a large-scale meeting, the parties involved would play music to liven up the atmosphere.
The Fu Qiao commune immediately shouted in agreement. "Sing, sing!"
The shouts weren't soft but also weren't uniform.
When Xu Dong saw this, he grinned and turned to his militia. Zhang Wanxiang jumped out and stood in front of the troops, shouting, "Can we invite the Fu Qiao commune to sing a song?"
