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In the village under the Dazao Mountain, in the evening, the drums sounded on time, and several old people with flowers on their waists and fans in their hands sang and danced around a beautiful flower boat. Sheng Xiaoxing's grandfather had a dream, he hoped that one day in the future he could perform on a big stage. "Grandpa, don't even think about it, who would want to go to such a tacky show?" "Girl, you don't understand! Flower Boat Tunes It's a legacy of our old ancestors...