"It's good to have the five girls wishing for their birthdays, playing with pigweed, etc. Those who cry, don't order them," she said.

Yang Huazhong nodded: "Well, I will tell you what you said later, exactly the same as what the village elders said."

Yang Ruoqing pursed her lips and smiled.

Although my father and my fourth aunt perfunctoryly said which troupe to invite had to be discussed by the village elders.

In fact, the village elders are not stupid. Whoever pays for this thing has the final say.

Yang Ruoqing and Luo Fengtang were the big ones.

The matter of singing opera is a major event that affects the hearts of the whole village.

Yang Huazhong discussed it with several village elders and decided to invite the opera troupe from Daqiao Village to come and perform.

Yang Huazhong went to Daqiao Village while the iron was hot and settled the matter. The day of the opera was set on the tenth day of the first lunar month.

So everyone looked forward to the stars and the moon, and finally it was the ninth day of the first lunar month.

In the morning, Yang Huazhong took the men in the village to set up a stage under the old maple tree at the entrance of the village.

After the stage was set up, it suddenly turned cloudy in the afternoon and a strong wind blew.

The theater troupe from Daqiao Village has entered the village and is living in temporary shacks built behind the theater shed.

This was really a big event that caused a stir in the whole village. Women and children all came to watch the fun.

The troupe picked out several sets of burdens, loaded with all kinds of costumes, props, etc. These things are really eye-catching.

Everyone stood in the cold wind, looking at it, discussing it, and pointing it out, what a fire in the winter.

However, as evening approached, the wind became lighter, but the sky started to drizzle.

This really poured a ladle of cold water on the burning hearts of the whole village.

Especially the children, so disappointed.

Because the stage is open-air, if it rains, we won’t be able to perform, hey...

"Xiaohua, can you tell me whether the rain will stop?" Xiaohua asked Xiaoduo at home.

Xiaoduo said: "I don't know, it should stop!"

Xiaohua: "Well, I asked Xiaoxia and others in the village earlier, and they all said the same thing..."

"Oh, really? It looks like it's really going to be sunny."

…

"Mom, I want to watch a big show. I want to watch a big show. I don't want it to rain. I don't want it to rain..." Mianmian hugged Bao Suyun's neck and acted coquettishly.

Bao Suyun couldn't laugh or cry, "Okay, okay, if you eat this bowl of porridge, it won't rain anymore, and you can watch a big show tomorrow."

"Really?"

"Well, really."

"Then I'll eat it!"

"My Mianmian is so good..."

…

Conversations like this are taking place in many corners of the village.

Yang Ruoqing finished washing and returned to the house. Luo Fengtang was waiting by the baby's cradle.

One hand gently pushed the cradle, and the other hand held a military book and read it.

Yang Ruoqing took out a bottle from the pile of small bottles and jars in front of the dressing table, opened the lid, picked out a piece as big as a fingernail, put it in the palm of her hand, and patted it evenly on her cheeks and neck.

The faint fragrance spread and floated into someone's nose. He put down the book in his hand and raised his eyes to look towards the dressing table.

"Has it been washed?" he asked.

Yang Ruoqing turned around and said, "Well, it's your turn. Go and wash it quickly. The water has been exchanged for you."

Luo Fengtang nodded, put down the military book in his hand, stood up and entered the bathroom.

Yang Ruoqing came to the cradle and looked at Baby Luo sleeping soundly. She couldn't help but lean down and give her a gentle kiss on her little face.

Then he helped her lift the quilt and tuck it in at the corners, and then returned to the big bed next to her.

The curtains were rolled up and the cradle was placed beside the bed, within easy reach.

Yang Ruoqing undressed and leaned on the bed, picked up the military book Luo Fengtang had read before, and flipped through it...

Outside the window, the raindrops gently knocked on the rubble above the head, making a slight rustling sound.

Compared with how many other people in the village were anxious at the moment, Yang Ruoqing was calm and relaxed.

If you postpone the start of the show, just postpone it. You don’t have to rush to work, you don’t have to rush to start school, and you don’t have to rush to work in the north or south.

It would be nice to have a slower pace and slower days.

…

In the morning, Mrs. Sun prepared breakfast for the family and specially set aside the portions for Mr. Tan and Lao Yang and put them in a basket.

"Qing'er, Lan'er, you two, please bring this breakfast to you. By the way, ask your nanny if it's okay to use sesame oil to stew a bowl of egg custard for Hong'er at noon?" said Sun.

"Well, I'll remember it, and I'll bring the message to you later," Yang Ruoqing said.

Sun said: "It's raining lightly, remember to hold an umbrella and put on your raincoat."

"Hey, okay."

Yang Ruoqing responded, then picked up the basket and entered the village with Yang Ruolan.

On the way, Yang Ruoqing said to Yang Ruolan: "Brother Ahao's leg has healed a lot. These days, he no longer lies in bed. He goes to the ground for an hour or two every day and practices in the house.

Walking."

Hearing this, Yang Ruolan's face showed joy.

"That's good. It's uncomfortable to lie on the bed all the time." She said.

Yang Ruoqing nodded: "When Brother Ahao gets completely better in more than ten days, he will probably start organizing your marriage."

Hearing this, Yang Ruolan's face suddenly turned red.

"Qing'er, then, what should I do?" Yang Ruolan asked in a low voice.

Yang Ruoqing said: "Of course you have to hurry up and do some needlework. Leave the decoration of the new house to me and Tang Yazi. You don't have to worry about it."

Yang Ruolan looked grateful.

"Qing'er, thank you for lending your house to me and Ah Hao to get married. Don't worry, we will work hard to make money after we get married and find a new house and move out as soon as possible," she said.

Yang Ruoqing curled her lips and said, "Okay, let's work hard together."

Yang Ruoqing nodded and wanted to say something more. Suddenly, someone walked over in front of her.

The man had his head drooped and stared at his toes. He walked without looking at the road, completely following his own feet.

He walked staggeringly and staggered here and there.

It was raining lightly and he didn't hold an umbrella.

"Hey, isn't that Brother Baozi? Why does he look like this?" Yang Ruolan was surprised and asked.

Yang Ruoqing nodded, stepped forward and reached out to grab Brother Baozi's arm.

"Brother Baozi, where are you going?" she asked.

Wang Liang slowly raised his head, his eyes were dull, dark and empty.

"Brother Baozi, what's wrong with you? Who bullied you?" Yang Ruoqing asked again.

"Qing, Qing'er?" Wang Liang seemed to suddenly recognize Yang Ruoqing. He grabbed Yang Ruoqing's arm with his backhand: "Qing'er, I have something to tell you, you, please help me!"

Yang Ruoqing was stunned for a moment and suddenly guessed something.

She said: "Brother Baozi, wait a moment, I will explain to my cousin."

Wang Liang let go of Yang Ruoqing's arm, and Yang Ruoqing came over and whispered a few words to Yang Ruolan.

Yang Ruolan understood, nodded, and left first carrying the bamboo basket.
Chapter completed!