The sound of singing opera, the sound of gongs, drums, silk and bamboo, and the sound of the audience around them are mixed together, which is very noisy.

But every mother has a special ability, that is, she can have a keen awareness and judgment of her children's voices in the sea of ​​millions of people.

Yang Huamei suddenly stopped her feet and said, "How did I hear Dabai crying?"

Sun and Yang Huazhong, who were walking in front, also stopped and helped Yang Huamei look around together.

"Dabai? Dabai is there!"

Through the crowd, Sun saw Dabai crying and running towards this side.

Yang Huamei also saw it at this time. She put down the blanket in her hand and ran over, squeezed away the crowd, and grabbed Dabai's hand.

"Why do you want your son? Which god-killer bullied you so much?" Yang Huamei asked angrily.

Ten-year-old Dabai was crying so hard that he was out of breath. He raised his trembling finger and pointed at the direction of home, and said vaguely: "Milk, my mother is dead..."

"What are you talking nonsense? It's the first month of the year!" Yang Huamei stopped Dabai's words.

Dabai still cried and hid in Yang Huamei's arms, his body trembling as if it had passed the sieve of rice.

"No nonsense, really, really..."

Hearing this, Yang Huamei panicked and looked at Yang Huazhong and Lao Yangtou behind her with help.

Old Yang stomped his feet and said, "Dabai is so big, it's impossible to lie. Mei'er, why are you still standing there? Why don't you go and take a look!"

Yang Huamei had just come to her senses and ran home.

Tan was anxious: "Mei'er is timid, hurry up, third brother, third wife, follow us quickly, don't let my Mei'er be frightened!"

Yang Huazhong quickly put Tan on the ground, and he said to Sun: "Don't go first, you go find Yongzhi and the others to carry our mother home first!"

After saying this, Yang Huazhong hurriedly chased Yang Huamei.

On this side, Old Yang held the lantern and shouted "Excuse me" and "Excuse me" and followed me.

The movement here alarmed some villagers watching the show on the outside. Some people talked about it for a few words, but didn't follow it much.

Because it was so noisy here, they didn't hear clearly what was going on, and they thought it was Yang Huamei and the others who quarreled.

In the village house, it is not uncommon to quarrel over the past few days and chase the whole village.

What's more, the plays on the stage are about to be close to the climax at this moment, so everyone didn't pay much attention to it.

On this side, Yang Huazhong and Lao Yangtou met Wang Hongquan while chasing Yang Huamei.

Wang Hongquan squatted on a nearby stone, squinted his eyes and looked at the direction of the stage, and was still humming in his mouth, and hitting the clock with both hands.

Seeing Lao Yang coming with a lantern, Wang Hongquan quickly greeted Lao Yang with a smile: "In-law, where are you going? Why don't you watch the show?"

Old Yang turned his head and saw that it was Wang Hongquan. He quickly came over and said in a deep voice: "You still have the heart to watch the show here. What happened to your wife!"

...

Before the show ended, the story of Shuanziniang hanging behind the woodshed door of her home quickly spread throughout Changping Village.

Now, more than half of the people watching the show in front of the village entrance stage instantly.

The timid one immediately called the children at home and the others around the house, cleaned up the little sect and went home quickly.

He was a little bolder and came to the Wang family to watch the fun.

There were also some loyal fans who stayed in front of the stage until the end.

Yang Ruoqing was originally sitting in the warm bucket at home reading a book. When she heard Xiaoyu coming in from outside to talk about this, Yang Ruoqing quickly put down the book in her hand and wanted to go out to find Luo Baobao to come home.

Xiaoyu said, "I just came from the stage. When I heard this, I quickly brought her back. Now she went to her grandma's house to play."

Yang Ruoqing said: "Fortunately you brought it back. Are my parents all over the Wang family?"

Xiaoyu nodded.

Yang Ruoqing said: "I'll go over and take a look."

"Sister, aren't you afraid?" Xiaoyu asked.

Yang Ruoqing said: "I have seen many lives and deaths, and I have killed everyone, so there is nothing to be afraid of."

"But I'm very puzzled. How could I hang myself? When I saw her two days ago, I greeted me and smiled happily." She said.

Xiaoyu sighed, her face full of confusion.

Yang Ruoqing said: "I'll go and take a look and bring my mother back by the way. My mother is timid."

Xiaoyu said, "Sister, go, I'll get water later and take the baby to take a shower and go to bed."

...

When Yang Ruoqing walked to the gate of the yard, she heard crying from the yard.

There are men, women, and children.

Her steps stopped outside the yard, especially when she heard Xiao Hei's 'Grandma...',

She suddenly thought of her old lady Ga Posun.

Thinking of Gapo's cold and hard body lying on the door panel, no matter how she called her, she would no longer respond as kindly as before.

Yang Ruoqing's eye sockets heated up, she turned to the side and wiped the corners of her eyes. She took a deep breath before she stepped into the Wang family's door.

On the left side of the yard are the Wang family’s kitchen and wood-room, and the two rooms are connected together.

At this moment, the door of the woodshed was half open, and it was dark inside, but the moonlight shone a little through a small wooden window next to it, making the sieve inside bright again.

Either it is all black or bright. Beyond this small piece of light is endless darkness, which makes people feel that the woodshed that has just died is gloomy and terrifying.

It seemed that in the dark, Shuanzi Niang was standing there, looking at the person who was going back and forth at the door with her cold eyes.

Thinking of this, Yang Ruoqing, who was used to life and death, couldn't help but withdraw her gaze. She felt a little cold in her neck and creaking nests, and quickly accelerated her pace into the main hall of the Wang family.

The main hall of the Wang family has been transformed into a mourning hall. When you enter the door, a piece of white cloth was hung. There were two long high benches in front of the white cloth, and a pair of door panels were installed on the high stools.

Shuanzi Niang lay straight on the door panel, with a piece of yellow straw paper covering her face.

He put his hands in front of him and held a handful of straw paper in his hand.

A tiles were placed above her head, and there was straw paper burning to ashes inside the tiles. Wang Shuanzi knelt in front of the tiles, burning the paper while crying, tears and snot falling down, and then fell into the tiles.

Yang Ruoqing's eyes swept at the purple-red mark on Shuanzi's neck at a glance. She frowned, turned her face to look for Yang Huazhong and Sun in the crowd.

Yang Huazhong, Lao Yangtou and several other men were sitting at a table next to him, accompanying Wang Hongquan.

Wang Hongquan also cried into tears, his beard covered with tears and snot.

Looking at Sun again, she was by Yang Huamei's side, wiping her tears while persuading Yang Huamei.

Wang Shuanzi's two sisters also rushed over, and several women cried.

Yang Ruoqing hurried to Yang Huamei and Sun and accompanied her silently.
Chapter completed!