The people in the Central Plains have a habit.

As long as the people can survive, they will accumulate a little money, and the village will try to raise funds to build temples and stages in the village.

The farming society advocates "farming and reading aristocratic families". The family has three or two pieces of thin fields, and the house has a loud sound of reading. It is best to have a scholar, a juren, or something else to gain fame. That is, the ancestors have accumulated good deeds and the descendants have shown their powers. They are always good families.

Thousands of years of tradition have long been deeply rooted in the bones of the people.

When evaluating the quality of a village, the size of the village temple and the level of the stage are the most convincing buildings.

Temple fairs and stages are the center of gathering people's hearts, inheriting people's culture and promoting education in small peasants' society.

If there is no stage, just a little life with a wife and children on the warm bed will be too monotonous.

Even the Japanese still maintained this custom when they came.

If any village can invite a famous opera troupe to sing for three or two days, even the Japanese in the artillery tower will come to join in the fun.

Participating in temple fairs and watching operas is a rare gathering and entertainment opportunity for the people all year round.

Women can even watch the show with confidence even if they rarely show up.

Singing opera is not an easy task. Inviting opera troupes to ask the opera troupe to make a big splash and to raise funds from door to door.

In this year when people can starve to death, the people are struggling to survive.

Except for those puppet troops who surrendered to the enemy and those who maintained the president, the villages on the plains could not afford to hire a troupe...

This time, the district stage was set up to perform, and it immediately spread among the fortresses in the nearby villages.

The Eighth Route Army’s confidentiality measures are not built. For families who can be rated as a fortress, someone must join the Eighth Route Army!

The fortress households usually participate in learning to improve their awareness and have a deep hatred with the Japanese. It can be said that even if the whole family dies, they will not inform the Japanese traitors.

When the staff arrived in the village, there were already crowds of people inside and outside the village.

There are a group of half-boys in the theater but they can't stand their spirits and occupy the war zone in the village.

In the light and shadow of the torch, there are even vendors selling sugar water, sunflower seeds and peanuts shouting enthusiastically, making them very lively.

The villagers from all over the countryside who watched the show.

What is surprising is that there are even men and women who are at the age of finding a partner or who have always been close to each other, taking this opportunity to appear or privately sneer.

Following the divisional warriors squeezed into the stage, the stage was performing wonderfully.

...

Daokou roast chicken tastes really good.

Unfortunately, it was a chaotic world that caused a severe drought, and even people had almost no food, so it was even easier for a little chick to grow up.

Luo Fugui, who sighed all day long, had experienced such a scene with my mother when he was a child.

I thought of the starving old mother for a moment, and was a little confused. For some reason... A few tears fell from the corner of my eyes...

Seeing the scene of the common people resisting the puppet army collecting food on stage, I finally stopped feeling depressed and sat cross-legged on the ground and turned it over.

The old lady on the stage, who was obviously a young girl, subconsciously thought that was his mother...

It's a pity that my mother doesn't seem to be so courageous...

In order to prevent leaks, the division special agent camp held the students and the escort team very strictly, and no one was allowed to act privately.

After Ma Liang sat down next to Luo Fugui, he took out a bag of oil paper and stuffed it into Luo Fugui's arms while the students in the district were not paying attention.

Luo Fugui smelled the smell of roast chicken and immediately came to his senses from the play, raised his hand and patted Ma Liang on the shoulder: "Ma Liang, from today on, you will be my brother..."

As he spoke, his eyes turned to the stage and continued to see his mother...

Ma Liang stuffed another oil paper bag to the little red tease beside Hu Yi.

All the students in the Jiuying camp next to them know what is wrapped in oil paper.

Swallowing and pretending not to see it.

It didn't take long, and a bag of oil paper began to be passed on to the Jiuying student team...

Big Dog warned: "One person has only one piece. If anyone dares to take more, I want him to look good..."

The oil-paper bag contains braised meat. As for what kind of meat it is, it should be horse meat or mule meat based on the degree of difficulty to bite...

Surprisingly, it was Song Xiaoci who reported the scene on the stage!

The torch was swaying, and the Eighth Route Army soldiers were sitting in front of them. Their slaps were almost broken, and they were even more enjoyable than the end of the show just now.

I could not tell how Song Xiaoci looked like when I sat far away.

Then, a group of women with waist drums came up from the stage...

The audience immediately became excited, and many people stood up on the spot and followed...

In fact, yangge dance is mainly popular in northern Shaanxi and Shanxi, and is not very popular in the district area.

I am familiar with watching the show because I can hum a few words and drink some silences.

Only someone sang on the stage, and someone learns below...

It would be great to watch these days and there was a show, and no one would be tired of it... There were only a few steps to dance yangko, and it was easy to get started. Soon, the crowd began to surge in the audience. The district staff who maintained order next to him quickly stopped it. There were too many people on the scene, and it was easy to get unexpected situations if they really wanted to twist it.

So, the actors on the stage twisted, and the audience below sat on the ground twisted...

In the Eighth Route Army, there are more men and fewer women, and many regiment-level troops have specially set up art troupes.

A small-scale organization like the Independent Group, it naturally does not have the ability to deal with the Japanese raids all day long.

Hu Yi's eyes soon found Su Qing's figure watching the show on the other side.

The short hair with the neck was tied behind his ears, and the Eighth Route Army cap covered most of his hair.

It's easy to find, and only a few of them, including Su Qing, did not twist their bodies...

I looked around and saw no signs of the leaders.

I was a little depressed. After so many days, I didn’t find a chance to speak alone.

I couldn't help but think of Luo Fu, Han Daniu, and Big Dog and Osmanthus flower lying in the grass.

What would it be if she had also been hiking into the grass?

What would she say with a stern face?

Maybe it was because he heard Hu Yi’s random thoughts, and Su Qing, who sat with the exam group, suddenly turned around and patroled... He looked at him...

There were only a few sitting and unmoving figures in the open space with crowds of people and sounds, which was easy to find...

"Hey, I said you don't watch the show, why are you watching the vixen?" Xiao Hongying's voice was dissatisfied.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! Su Qing just turned around, Hu Yi was startled by the little girl and shivered: "Hey, can you stop being elusive?"

"I'll sit by your side all the time, okay?" The little girl looked unhappy: "For you..."

After saying that, he secretly stuffed a chicken leg into Hu Yi's hand...

Hu Yi took it, looked at Xiao Hongying, and pulled the paper on Xiao Hongying's hand over.

Xiao Hongying muttered: "The vixen brings Ma Liang and the big dog. The monkey goes to the city to eat a restaurant. You don't have to leave it for her..."

Hu Yi was seen through his thoughts and didn't feel embarrassed at all: "Have you eaten?"

Xiao Hongying nodded: "Everyone of us has a share. Before Ma Liang left, he emptied Luo Fugui's possessions and bought a lot of things..."

Can Luo Fugui's family be hollowed out?

Hu Yi didn't believe it, but this matter was not important. In this environment, it was easy to think of the past and sighed: "I would have lived such a life every day..."

"Do you still have this hobby? Hehe, next time I will take over the county town, I will set up a opera troupe and shout for him for three days and three nights..."

Luo Fugui's voice next to him came: "You might as well organize a troupe yourself..."

When Xiao Hongying heard this, this suggestion was very good!

To organize an art troupe, people will naturally need to be able to do so.

Song Xiaoci is naturally one. Monkeys who can say that they can sing and play slap should be able to make up a show.

Only two shows naturally won't work...

We need to take a good look. Next time we fight the county town, we will find a way to seize a troupe.

Then take a troupe back and let the troupe leader drop your chin!

Those local buns in the Second Camp are waiting to see my aunt’s show!

Hu Yi looked at the little girl next to him with a smirk: "Hey, don't think about that..."

Xiao Hongying said seriously: "What did you say...what's the matter?"

Hu Yi muttered: "It's what you think in your heart!"

Xiao Hongying immediately lowered her head and pinched the corner of her clothes: "Do you really know what I'm thinking?"

Ma Liang interrupted behind: "I can resist the Eighth Route Army in the Grain..."

Luo Fugui followed and said, "I can act..."

"You can play a maintenance president..." Big Dog is not willing to be outdone.

"Get out..." Luo Fugui was angry. He originally wanted to play the silly son of the aunt's family.
Chapter completed!