In the afternoon, the sun was still hanging in the sky, and the noise of gongs and drums came from under the old maple trees.

Then there was the crisp sound of firecrackers.

After these sounds, the actors made their debut under the sound of silk and bamboo orchestral music.

There were yelling on the stage, and there were crowds of people under the stage.

There were singing, reciting and beating on stage, and there were crowds of people in the audience.

After lunch, the villagers came over to grab a favorable position with long stools. Several wives surrounded the old lady and sat in the middle to watch the show. The children couldn't sit still, and ran around the venue and chased them.

Changping Village not only sings a big show, but also attracted blind dates from the surrounding villages.

The vendors in the nearby town also heard the sound.

On the side of the stage, there were sugarcane sellers and fried dough sticks, one after another.

Children like to chew sugarcane, while the elderly like to eat fried dough sticks.

Fried noodles costing a penny is rare for most farmers in this era and at this economic level.

All year round I go to the town to eat when I go to the market.

At this moment, the adults put in full force to buy a fried dough stick for ten cents to enjoy the pleasure of children and the elderly at home.

If you take the children from relatives to come to see the show, you can buy two at the same time.

When I turned around and told my relatives, everyone was happy.

Sun and Dasun also helped Old Lady Sun to watch the show.

Cao Bamei held Mianmian, and Xiao Yaxue held Luo Baobao, all following behind him.

What is Yang Ruoqing doing?

Sell ​​fried dough sticks and buy sugarcane.

For myself five years ago, I can’t bear to buy these things.

As for the current financial resources, hehe, in the local dialect of the banker, he can’t finish eating even if he lies in it!

"Ga Po, come on, eat fried dough sticks, it's just hot! "

Yang Ruoqing bought fried dough sticks and presented them to Mrs. Sun.

Old Mrs. Sun smiled and said, "I'm not in a hurry to eat it for Mianmian and Baobao."

"Oh, I bought a big bundle, everyone is enough for food." Yang Ruoqing said, giving Old Lady Sun and the others a hand.

There were still some left, so Sun took the initiative to give it to several children from the same village sitting near them.

"Qing'er, such a beautiful show, why don't you watch it?" asked Old Lady Sun.

Yang Ruoqing smiled and said, "I told her when I was delivering lunch. She said she was blind and there was nothing good to look at. It would be better to sleep at home."

Old Mrs. Sun and others laughed.

Sun said: "Although your mama hasn't come to the show, she also likes to eat fried dough sticks. I'll buy some fried dough sticks and wait for her to deliver them while it's hot."

The woman said, and she was about to get up.

Yang Ruoqing quickly pressed her down and said, "I'll buy the fried dough sticks and send them now. Mom, please accompany Ga Po to watch the show with peace of mind!"

...

When buying fried dough sticks, we happened to meet Yang Huamei and Wang Shuanzi, with Dabai and Xiaohei, who came to watch the show.

Yang Ruoqing bought two more, one big, white, small, black, one for each person.

"I'll give my milk and fritters, it's delicious while it's hot. You guys go to the show first. I'll come to find you later." Yang Ruoqing said.

Yang Huamei nodded with a smile: "Qing'er, you are really mean. I, as a daughter, didn't buy fried dough sticks to give you milk..."

Yang Ruoqing patted Yang Huamei on the shoulder: "It's the same if you buy it, I don't have to distinguish it so clearly. Okay, you guys go there quickly."

...

Far away from the noise under the old maple trees, Yang Ruoqing came to the door of the old house of Lao Yang's house at the north end of the village.

The neighbors next door all went to watch the show, and it seemed a bit deserted here.

Especially when entering from the main entrance of the big room, the locked door of the second room in the big room, and the patio where Chen Jinhong broke through the guardrail and had no time to repair it...

A feeling of loneliness that quickly withered suddenly surged into Yang Ruoqing's heart.

In a trance, she remembered the past.

At that time, my uncle, second uncle, second mother and others were still there.

Every time I pass by here, I can see my uncle's pretending to be elegant.

He is the "friend of women" in the whole village. Although he is so sophisticated, he likes to be confused with others the most in the family and even lives with his fourth aunt...

It’s very displeasing when you’re alive.

But this really went away. Over time, the annoying things that happened during his lifetime were gradually forgotten.

What remains is still a little bit of memorial and a little bit of regret.

If everyone is there, then the main hall will be very lively. No matter how tough you are, you will be afraid of loneliness in your heart.

Just like this, Yang Ruoqing came to the backyard.

The door of the west room is also locked, so people probably went to the show.

There was a sound from the east room, which was Hong'er's crying, and Tan's muttering to himself.

No need to guess, Yang Ruoqing knew that the old lady was cursing Chen Jinhong.

After entering the east room, I saw Tan sitting next to the bed with a cradle placed beside the bed.

Hong'er was lying inside, crying.

Next to it, Jin was busy brewing the rice paste with a bowl.

"Milk!"

Yang Ruoqing called Tan and quickly walked to the cradle.

Tan heard Yang Ruoqing's voice and said, "Chener comes and help. Hong'er keeps crying when she wakes up. I touched his butt, didn't pee, and didn't pull it. Maybe it's because she's hungry or something. Please help me."

"Okay!" Yang Ruoqing responded, quickly put down the fried dough sticks in her hand and wrapped them in a small quilt to pick them up, paced around the room, walked back and forth, coaxing.

Jin finally prepared the rice paste and brought it over, "I'll feed you."

Yang Ruoqing said, holding Hong'er in one hand and taking a spoon in the other hand to start feeding.

After taking a few bites, Hong'er shook her head hard, crying, and didn't want to eat anymore.

"Hong'er, take another bite and you won't be hungry after eating." Yang Ruoqing coaxed her softly.

However, the rice paste that had just been fed to Hong'er's mouth was soon spit out by Hong'er.

Hong'er shook her head vigorously, struggled in Yang Ruoqing's arms, crying endlessly.

"What's going on? I ate this a few days ago, what's wrong with this today?" Tan asked in confusion, his eyebrows frowned.

"Is it a problem with the rice paste made by the aunt?"

Yang Ruoqing muttered and took a bite of the rice paste himself.

It tastes like a normal rice paste, nothing is wrong.

After thinking about it, Yang Ruoqing put down the spoon, gently opened Hong'er's little mouth, and looked closer.

"I know what the problem is." Yang Ruoqing said.

"What's going on?" Tan asked immediately.

Yang Ruoqing said: "Hong'er's mouth has blisters, which will hurt when eating, especially hot things hurt even more, so she resists eating."

"I've been doing it for a long time, what's going on? I'm not afraid, I'll do it!"

Tan said, turning around and groping at the end of the bed, and soon pulled out a needle and thread basket.

Then, I took an embroidery needle in my hand.

"My uncle, what are you doing?" Yang Ruoqing glanced at the embroidery needle and asked.

Tan said: "Take a fire bubble."
Chapter completed!