Splendid peasant girl busy farming

Chapter 1827 Mouth Addiction (Part [-])
In the afternoon, the sun was still hanging in the sky, and there was a loud sound of gongs and drums under the old maple tree.

Then there was the crisp sound of firecrackers.

After these sounds, under the sound of silk and bamboo orchestra, the actors and actresses make their debut.

There was babbling on the stage, and the audience was full of voices.

Singing, reciting and fighting on the stage, the audience was crowded.

After lunch, the villagers came over with long high stools to seize a favorable position. A few daughters-in-law surrounded the old lady and sat in the middle to watch the play.

Changping Village sang big plays, which not only made the village lively, but also attracted blind dates from the surrounding ten miles and eight villages.

Small vendors in nearby towns were also moved by the sound.

On the side of the stage, there are sugarcane sellers and deep-fried dough stick sellers, one after the other.

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

Fried dough sticks that cost a penny a piece are a rare item for most farmers in this era and at this economic level.

I also go to the town to eat when I go to the market all year round.

At this moment, the adults put all their energy into buying fried dough sticks worth ten cents to give the children and the elderly a taste of their mouths.

If you bring the children of your relatives over to watch the play, you will also buy two by the way.

When I went back and told my relatives, everyone was happy.

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

Cao Bamei hugged Mianmian, Xiao Yaxue hugged Luo Baobao, 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.

As for the current financial resources, hehe, in the vernacular of the peasant family, even if you lie in it, you can't finish it!

"Garba, come, eat fried dough sticks, they are hot just out of the pan!"

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

Mrs. Sun laughed and said, "Let Mianmian and Baobao eat first, I'm not in a hurry."

"Oh, I bought a big bundle, enough for everyone." Yang Ruoqing said, giving Granny Sun and the others one each.

There was still some left, and Mrs. Sun decided to give it to a few children from the same village who were sitting near them.

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

Yang Ruoqing smiled and said: "I told her when delivering lunch, she said she was blind and there was nothing to see, she might as well sleep at home."

Mrs. Sun laughed.

Sun said: "Although your grandma didn't come to the theater, she also likes fried dough sticks. I'll go buy some fried dough sticks and wait for her to deliver them while they're hot."

As the woman spoke, she was about to get up.

Yang Ruoqing hurriedly held her down: "I'll buy fried dough sticks and send them away, mother, you can watch the show with Granny in peace of mind!"

……

When I was buying deep-fried dough sticks, I happened to meet the young couple Yang Huamei and Wang Shuanzi bringing Dabai and Xiaohe to watch the show.

Yang Ruoqing bought two more, one for each of Dabai and Xiaohei.

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

Yang Huamei smiled and nodded: "Qing'er, you really have a heart. As a girl, I didn't even buy fried dough sticks for you..."

Yang Ruoqing patted Yang Huamei's shoulder: "It's the same for you and me, you don't need to distinguish so clearly, okay, you guys go there quickly."

……

Far away from the hustle and bustle under the old maple tree, Yang Ruoqing came to the gate of Lao Yang's old house at the north end of the village.

The neighbors next door have all gone to the theater, and it seems a bit deserted here.

Especially when entering from the main entrance of the big room, the locked doors of the second room of the big room, and the courtyard where Chen Jinhong broke through the guardrail and did not have time to repair it...

A rapidly fading feeling of loneliness suddenly surged into Yang Ruoqing's heart.

In a trance, 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 appearance of my uncle pretending to be refined.

He is the "friend of women" in the whole village. Although he is very sophisticated, he likes to have sex with his family the most, and he is still with his fourth aunt...

When alive, people are very unhappy.

But it really went away, and after a long time, those annoying things in his lifetime were gradually forgotten.

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

If everyone is here, then this room will be very lively, people, no matter how tough you are, deep down, you are afraid of being alone.

Thinking wildly like this, Yang Ruoqing came to the backyard.

The door of the Westinghouse was also locked, so everyone must have gone to the theater.

There were sounds from the east room, Hong'er's crying, and Tan's muttering to herself.

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

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

Hong'er was lying in it, crying.

On the side, Jin Shi was frantically taking a bowl to brew the rice porridge.

"Milk!"

Yang Ruoqing called Tan Shi, and hurried to the cradle.

Hearing Yang Ruoqing's voice, Mrs. Tan said: "Qing'er, come and help me. Hong'er has been crying since he woke up. I touched his butt, but he didn't urinate or pee. Maybe he's hungry or something. You Give me some help."

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

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

Yang Ruoqing said, holding Hong'er in one hand, and started feeding with a spoon in the other.

After taking two bites, Hong'er shook her head vigorously, crying, not wanting to eat any more.

"Good boy, Hong'er, take another bite and you won't be hungry anymore." Yang Ruoqing coaxed softly.

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

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

"What's the matter? I ate like this a few days ago, what's the matter today?" Tan asked suspiciously, her brows and eyes frowned.

"Could it be that there is something wrong with the rice cereal brewed by auntie?"

Yang Ruoqing muttered, and took a sip of the rice porridge herself.

It tastes like normal rice cereal, there is 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 where the problem is." Yang Ruoqing said.

"What's the matter?" Tan asked immediately.

Yang Ruoqing said: "Hong'er's mouth has blisters, and it hurts when eating, especially hot food, so that's why he resisted eating."

"It's been a long time, what's the matter? Don't be afraid, I'll come!"

As Tan said, she turned around and groped towards the end of the bed, and after a while she pulled out a sewing basket.

Then, I took an embroidery needle in my hand.

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

Tan said: "Fire bubbles."

(End of this chapter)