At daytime, when the sun was still hanging in the middle of the sky, there was a noisy sound of gongs and drums under the old maple tree.

Then came the crisp sound of artillery fire.

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

There was a lot of babbling on stage, and there was a lot of noise off the stage.

The stage was chanting and playing, and the audience was crowded.

After lunch, the villagers came over with long high stools to grab a favorable position, and several daughters-in-law sat in the middle of the play with the old lady, but the children couldn't sit still, running and chasing all over the field.

Changping Village sang a big opera, which not only livened up the village, but also attracted the blind dates from the surrounding ten miles and eight villages.

The small vendors in the nearby town also heard the noise.

On the edge of the stage, there were those selling sugar cane and fried fritters, one after another.

Children love to nibble on sugar cane, and old people like to eat fritters.

A penny of fried dough sticks is a rare thing for most households under this era and economic level.

At the end of the year, I go to the town to eat when I catch the market.

At this time, the adults worked hard to buy a ten-dollar fritter and gave it to the children and the elderly at home.

If you pick up the children of relatives to come to watch the play, you can also buy two by the way.

When I went back to my relatives, everyone was happy.

The Sun family and the eldest Sun family also helped Mrs. Sun to come to the play.

Cao Bamei hugged Mianmian, and Xiao Yaxue hugged Luo Baobao, all of whom followed.

What is Yang Ruoqing doing?

Sell fritters, buy sugar cane.

For me five years ago, I am reluctant to buy these things.

And for today's financial resources, hehe, in the local dialect of the villagers, even if you lie in it and eat it, you can't eat it all!

"Ga Po, come, eat fritters, it's hot and just out of the pot!"

Yang Ruoqing bought fritters and presented them to Mrs. Sun.

Mrs. Sun smiled and said, "Give Mianmian and the baby to eat first, I'm not in a hurry." ”

"Oh, I bought a big bundle of it, and everyone has enough to eat." Yang Ruoqing said, give Mrs. Sun one to each of them.

There were still some left, and Sun made the decision to give them to a few children from the same village who were sitting near them.

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

Yang Ruoqing said with a smile: "I told her when I sent her lunch, and she said that she was blind and had nothing to look at, so it was better to sleep at home." ”

Mrs. Sun laughed.

Sun said: "Although your grandmother didn't come to see the play, she also likes to eat fritters, so I'll buy some fritters and wait for her to deliver them while they're hot." ”

As she spoke, she arose.

Yang Ruoqing hurriedly held her down: "I'll buy the fritters and send them away, mother, you can accompany Ga Po to watch the play with peace of mind!" ”

……

When I was buying fritters, I happened to meet Yang Huamei and Wang Shuzi, who came to watch the play with Da Bai and Xiao Hei.

Yang Ruoqing bought two more, one for each of the big white and the little black.

"I'll send fried dough sticks to my milk, it's delicious while it's hot, let's go to the theater first, and I'll come back to you." Yang Ruoqing said.

Yang Huamei smiled and nodded: "Qing'er, you really have a heart, I, who is a girl, didn't buy fritters to give your milk ......"

Yang Ruoqing patted Yang Huamei on the shoulder: "It's the same if you buy it and I buy it, you don't have to distinguish it so clearly, okay, you guys hurry up." ”

……

Away from the hustle and bustle under the old maple tree, Yang Ruoqing came to the door of the old Yang family's old house in the north of the village.

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

Especially when you enter from the main entrance of the big room, the locked door of the second room of the big room, and the patio that Chen Jinhong broke through the guardrail and didn't have 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, the eldest uncle, the second uncle, and the second mother were still there.

Every time I pass by here, I can see the uncle's pretended elegance.

He is the 'friend of women' in the whole village, although he is very sophisticated, he likes and mud the most in the family, and he also has a good relationship with the fourth aunt......

When I was alive, I was very unhappy.

But this is really gone, and after a long time, the annoying things in his life are gradually forgotten.

For the rest, there is still a trace of remembrance and a trace of regret.

If everyone is there, then this hall will be lively, people, no matter how tough you are, in your bones, you are afraid of loneliness.

Thinking like this, Yang Ruoqing came to the backyard.

The door to the Westinghouse is also locked, so I guess everyone went to the theater.

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

There is no need to guess, Yang Ruoqing knows that the old lady is cursing Chen Jinhong.

When I entered the east room, I really saw Tan sitting on the edge of the bed, and there was a cradle next to the bed.

Hong'er was lying inside, crying.

On the side, Kim was scrambling to brew the rice cereal with a bowl.

"!"

Yang Ruoqing called Tan and walked quickly to the cradle.

Tan Shi heard Yang Ruoqing's voice and said: "Qing'er, come over and help take a look, Hong'er has been crying since she woke up, I touched his buttocks, no urine, no pulling, maybe I'm hungry or what's the matter, you can help take a look." ”

"Okay!" Yang Ruoqing responded, quickly put down the fritters in her hand and came over to wrap Hong'er in a small quilt and pick her up, pacing in the house, walking back and forth, coaxing.

Kim finally got 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 and starting to feed.

Hong'er took two bites, then shook her head vigorously, crying wow, not wanting to eat again.

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

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

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

"What's going on? I ate like this a few days ago, but what's wrong with this now? Tan asked suspiciously, his brows furrowed.

"Isn't there a problem with this rice cereal brewed by Auntie?"

Yang Ruoqing muttered and tasted the rice cereal herself.

It's the taste of normal rice cereal, and there's nothing wrong with it.

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

"I know what's wrong." Yang Ruoqing said.

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

Yang Ruoqing said: "Hong'er's mouth has fire bubbles, and it hurts when she eats, especially hot things, so she resists eating." ”

"It's been a long time, what's going on? Don't be afraid, I'll come! ”

Tan said, turned and groped for the end of the bed, and after a while, pulled out a needlework basket.

Then, with an embroidery needle in his hand.

"Milk, what are you going to do?" Yang Ruoqing glanced at the embroidery needle and asked.

Tan said: "Tie the fire bubbles." ”