"For example, the five daughters worship their birthdays, and they beat pigweed or something, it's not bad. Those who cry and cry will not be ordered. She said.

Yang Huazhong nodded: "Well, when I go back, I'll take what you said, it's the same as what the village elders said, it's almost the same." ”

Yang Ruoqing pursed her lips and smiled.

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

Actually, the village elders are not stupid, whoever has the lion's head in this thing has the final say.

Yang Ruoqing and Luo Fengtang are the big ones.

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

Yang Huazhong discussed with several village elders and decided to invite the troupe of Daqiao Village to come over and sing.

Yang Huazhong went to Daqiao Village while the iron was hot, negotiated the matter, and the day of singing was set for the tenth day of the first month.

So, the big guys looked forward to the stars and the moon, and finally looked forward to the ninth day of the first month.

In the last day, 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, the sky suddenly turned cloudy during the day, and a strong wind blew.

The troupe of Daqiao Village has already entered the village and lives in a temporary shack built behind the theater shed.

This is really a sensation for the whole village, women and children, all come to watch the excitement.

The troupe picked up several sets of burdens, loaded with all kinds of costumes and props, these things, they are really eye-catching.

The big guy stood in the cold wind and watched, talking, pointing, a fire in winter.

However, as evening approached, the wind was lighter, but the sky was raining.

This is really pouring cold water on the fiery hearts of the whole village.

Especially the children, that disappointment.

Because the stage is open-air, when it rains, you can't sing, hey......

"Xiaohua, do you think the rain will stop tomorrow?" At home, Xiaohua asked Xiaoduo.

Xiao Duo said: "I don't know, it should stop!" ”

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

"Oh, yes? That looks like it's really going to be sunny. ”

……

"Mother, I want to watch a big play, I want to watch a big play, I don't want it to rain, I don't want it to rain......" Mianmian hugged Bao Suyun's neck and sprinkled coquettishly.

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

"Really?"

"yes, really."

"Then I'll eat!"

"My family is so good......"

……

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

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

He gently pushed the cradle with one hand, and read a military book with the other.

Yang Ruoqing took out a bottle from a pile of small bottles and jars in front of the dresser, opened the lid, picked a piece of something the size of a fingernail in the palm of her hand, and then slapped it evenly on her cheeks and neck.

The faint scent drifted to someone's nose, and he put down the book in his hand and looked up at the dresser.

"Washed?" He asked.

Yang Ruoqing turned around, "Well, it's your turn, hurry up and wash it, the water will be exchanged for you." ”

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

Yang Ruoqing came to the cradle, looked at Luo Baobao's sleeping little appearance, and couldn't help but lean down and kiss her little cheek gently.

Then I helped her lift the small quilt, tucked the corners of the quilt, and then returned to the big bed on the side.

The tent was rolled up, and the cradle was placed beside the bed, and he could reach it.

Yang Ruoqing leaned on the bed with her clothes closed, picked up the military book that Luo Fengtang had read before, and flipped through it......

Outside the window, the rain gently knocked on the rubble overhead, making a subtle rustling sound.

Compared with the anxiety of many other people in the village at the moment, Yang Ruoqing is very calm and relaxed.

If you postpone the start of the play, you will postpone it, and you will not be in a hurry to go to work, you will not be in a hurry to start school, and you will not be in a hurry to go south and go north to work.

A little slower pace, a slower day, how nice.

……

In the morning, Sun made a family breakfast, and deliberately set aside Tan's and Lao Yang's share and put it in a basket.

"Qing'er, Lan'er, the two of you will send this breakfast to you, and by the way, ask your grandmother, will you use sesame oil to stew a bowl of egg custard for Hong'er at noon?" Sun said.

"Well, I remember, I'll bring it later." Yang Ruoqing said.

Sun said: "It's raining lightly, you remember to hold an umbrella and put on a robe." ”

"Oh, okay."

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

On the way, Yang Ruoqing said to Yang Ruolan: "Brother Hao's legs have been healed, these days, he is no longer lying in bed, he goes down to the ground for one or two hours a day, and practices walking in the house." ”

Hearing this, Yang Ruolan's face showed joy.

"That's good, it's always uncomfortable to lie in bed." She said.

Yang Ruoqing nodded: "When Brother Ahao is completely well in more than ten days, he will probably start to handle your marriage." ”

Hearing this, Yang Ruolan's face turned red as soon as she brushed the ground.

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

Yang Ruoqing said: "You, of course, you have to hurry up and do some needlework, the layout of the new house will be handed over to me and Tang Yanzi, you don't have to worry about it." ”

Yang Ruolan looked grateful.

"Qing'er, thank you for lending me a house to marry Ah Hao, don't worry, we will definitely work hard to earn money after marriage, and find a new house to move out as soon as possible." She said.

Yang Ruoqing hooked her lips, "Okay, let's work together." ”

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

The man hung his head and his eyes were fixed on his toes, and he walked without looking at the road, and walked with his own feet completely.

Walking staggeringly, staggering.

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

"Hey, isn't that Brother Baozi? Why do you 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 gloomy, black, 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, and he grabbed Yang Ruoqing's arm with his backhand: "Qing'er, I have something to tell you, you, you help me!" ”

Yang Ruoqing was stunned, and suddenly guessed something.

She said, "Brother Baozi, wait a minute, I'll 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 with the bamboo basket.

Here, Yang Ruoqing turned around, moved the umbrella above Wang Liang's head, and said to him, "Go to the stage over there and talk about it." ”