In the afternoon, when the sun was still high in the sky, the loud sound of gongs and drums could be heard from under the old maple trees.

Then there was the crisp sound of firecrackers again.

After these sounds passed, under the sound of silk and bamboo orchestra, the actors appeared on stage.

There was a lot of babbling on the stage, and the audience was buzzing with voices.

There were singing, chanting and beating on the stage, and the audience was packed with people.

After lunch, the villagers came over carrying long stools to grab a vantage point. Several wives surrounded the old lady and sat in the middle to watch the show. The children couldn't sit still and ran wildly all over the place, chasing each other.

The opera in Changping Village not only made the village lively, but also attracted blind daters from the surrounding villages.

Vendors in nearby towns also moved upon hearing the sound.

Beside the stage, there were sugar cane sellers and fried dough sticks sellers, one after another.

Children like to nibble sugar cane, and old people like to eat fried dough sticks.

A penny-a-dollar deep-fried dough stick is a rarity for most households in this era and at this economic level.

Throughout the year, I just go to town to eat when I go to the market.

At this time, the adults worked hard and bought a ten-cent fried dough stick to feed the children and the elderly at home.

If you bring children from relatives over to watch a show, buy two of them too.

When I told my relatives later, everyone was happy.

Mrs. Sun and Mrs. Sun also supported Mrs. Sun to watch the show.

Cao Bamei hugged Mianmian, Xiao Yaxue hugged Baobao Luo, and they all followed behind.

What is Yang Ruoqing doing?

Sell ​​fried dough sticks and buy sugar cane.

For myself five years ago, I would be reluctant to buy these things.

And with today's financial resources, haha, to use the local dialect of farmers, I can't finish eating even if I lie down in it!

"Granny, come and eat the fried dough sticks, they're hot right out of the pan!"

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

Mrs. Sun said with a smile: "Give it to Mianmian and Baobao first, I'm not in a hurry."

"Oh, I bought a big bundle, there's enough for everyone." Yang Ruoqing said, giving one to Mrs. Sun and the others.

There was still some left, so Ms. Sun decided to give it to several children from the same village who were sitting near them.

"Qing'er, why can't your grandma come to watch such a beautiful show?" asked Mrs. Sun.

Yang Ruoqing smiled and said: "I told her when we were giving lunch, she said she was blind and there was nothing good to see, so she might as well take a nap at home."

Mrs. Sun and others all laughed.

Sun said: "Although your grandma didn'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 they're still hot."

The woman said and was about to get up.

Yang Ruoqing quickly held her down: "I'm going to buy the fried dough sticks and deliver them to you. Mom, you can just sit back and watch the show with Grandma Ga!"

…

When I was buying fried dough sticks, I happened to meet Yang Huamei and Wang Shuanzi, who were bringing Dabai and Xiaohei over to watch a show.

Yang Ruoqing bought two more, one for Big White and Little Black.

"I'll bring you dough sticks for my baby. They taste better while they're hot. You guys go to the theater first. I'll come back to you later." Yang Ruoqing said.

Yang Huamei smiled and nodded: "Qing'er, you are really thoughtful. As a daughter, I didn't even buy you dough sticks to give you milk..."

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

…

Away from the hustle and bustle under the old maple tree, Yang Ruoqing arrived at the door of Lao Yang's old house at the north end of the village.

The neighbors next door had all gone to the theater, so the place seemed a bit deserted.

Especially after entering from the main entrance of the big house, the locked doors in the second bedroom of the big house, and the patio where Chen Jinhong broke the guardrail and had no time to repair it...

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

In a daze, she remembered the past.

At that time, the uncle, the second uncle, and the second mother were all still there.

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

He is the "Friend of Women" in the whole village. Although he is very worldly, he is the most friendly person in the family, and he still lives with his fourth aunt...

When he was alive, he was very unpleasant.

But this is really gone. As time goes by, the disgusting things he did during his lifetime are gradually forgotten.

What's left is a trace of remembrance and regret.

If everyone was here, this room would be lively. People, no matter how tough you are, deep down, you are always afraid of being alone.

With such random thoughts, Yang Ruoqing came to the backyard.

The door to the west room was also locked. Everyone must have gone to the theater.

The only noises coming from the east room were Hong'er's crying and Tan's mumbling to himself.

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

Entering the east room, I saw Mrs. Tan sitting by the bed, with a cradle beside the bed.

Hong'er was lying inside, crying.

Beside, Mrs. Jin was busy taking a bowl to brew the rice paste.

"Milk!"

Yang Ruoqing called Mrs. Tan and quickly came to the cradle.

Mrs. Tan heard Yang Ruoqing's voice and said: "Qing'er, come here and help me take a look. Hong'er has been crying since he woke up. I touched his butt and he didn't urinate or urinate. Maybe he's hungry or something. You

Let me help you take a look."

"Okay!" Yang Ruoqing responded, quickly put down the fried dough sticks in her hand, came over, wrapped Hong'er in a small quilt, and picked her up, pacing around the room, walking back and forth, coaxing her.

Jin finally made the rice cereal and brought it over, "I'll feed it."

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

Hong'er took two bites, shook his head vigorously, cried, and didn't want to eat anymore.

"Hong'er, be good, take one more bite and you won't be hungry anymore." Yang Ruoqing coaxed softly.

However, the rice cereal that was just fed to Hong'er's mouth was quickly spit out by Hong'er.

Hong'er shook his head vigorously, struggled in Yang Ruoqing's arms, and cried endlessly.

"What's going on? You've been eating like this for the past few days, what's going on now?" Tan asked in confusion, his brows furrowed.

"Is there something wrong with the rice porridge that Auntie brewed?"

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

It tastes like normal rice cereal, nothing wrong with it.

After Yang Ruoqing thought about it for a while, she put down the spoon, gently opened Hong'er's mouth, and took a closer look.

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

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

Yang Ruoqing said: "Hong'er's mouth has fire blisters. It hurts when he eats, especially hot things. That's why he resists eating."

"It took me a long time, what happened? Don't be afraid, I'll do it!"

Mrs. Tan said, turned around and groped towards the end of the bed, and soon pulled out a sewing basket.

Then, I took an embroidery needle in my hand.

"Mistress, what are you doing?" Yang Ruoqing glanced at the embroidery needle and asked.
Chapter completed!