Splendid peasant girl busy farming

Chapter 3848
The sound of opera singing, the sound of gongs, drums, silk and bamboo, and the voices of the audience watching the theater all mixed together, making it very noisy.

But every mother has a special ability, that is, she can have a keen awareness and judgment on the voice of her child in a sea of ​​thousands of people.

Yang Huamei stopped suddenly, and said, "Why did I hear Dabai crying?"

Sun and Yang Huazhong, who were walking ahead, also stopped to help Yang Huamei look around.

"Dabai? Dabai is over there!"

Across the crowd, Mrs. Sun saw Dabai crying and running towards this side.

Yang Huamei also saw it at this time, she put down the blanket in her hand and rushed over, pushed through the crowd, and grabbed Dabai's hand.

"Why son? Who the hell bullied you and cried like this?" Yang Huamei asked angrily.

Ten-year-old Dabai was crying so hard that he was out of breath, raised his trembling fingers and pointed in the direction of home, and said vaguely: "Grandma, grandma is dead..."

"What are you talking nonsense, it's the first lunar month!" Yang Huamei cut off Dabai's words.

Dabai was still crying, and hid in Yang Huamei's arms, his body trembling like a rice sieve.

"No nonsense, really, really..."

Hearing this, Yang Huamei panicked, and turned to Yang Huazhong and Lao Yangtou behind her for help.

Lao Yang stomped his head and said: "Dabai is so old, it's impossible to lie, Mei Er, what are you doing in a daze, why don't you hurry up and take a look!"

Yang Huamei just came back to her senses and ran towards home.

Tan was anxious: "Mei'er is timid, hurry up, third child, third daughter-in-law, hurry up and follow me, don't let me, Mei'er, be frightened!"

Yang Huazhong hurriedly put Mrs. Tan on the ground, and said to Mrs. Sun: "Don't go, you go find Yongzhi and the others, come over and take our mother home first!"

After saying this, Yang Huazhong hurriedly chased after Yang Huamei.

Here, Lao Yang held the lantern and yelled "It's terrible" and "It's terrible", and followed.

The movement here alarmed some of the surrounding villagers who were watching the theater, and some people discussed a few words there, but they didn't follow much.

Because it was so noisy here, they didn't hear what was going on, and thought it was Yang Huamei and the others arguing or something.

In the farmers' households, it is not uncommon for them to quarrel every three days and chase them all over the village.

What's more, the drama on the stage was about to sing towards the climax, so the big guys didn't pay much attention.

Here, Yang Huazhong and Lao Yangtou met Wang Hongquan in the process of chasing Yang Huamei.

Wang Hongquan squatted on a nearby rock, squinted his eyes and looked in the direction of the stage, humming along and clapping time with both hands.

Seeing Old Yang came over with a lantern, Wang Hongquan hurriedly greeted Old Yang with a smile: "My father-in-law, where are you going? Why don't you go to the theater?"

Old Yang turned his head and saw that it was Wang Hongquan, and hurried over and said in a deep voice, "You still want to watch a play here, something happened to your wife!"

……

Before the play ended, the news that Shuan Ziniang was hanged behind the door of the firewood room at home quickly spread throughout Changping Village.

Now, the number of people watching the theater in front of the stage at the entrance of the village decreased by more than half in an instant.

Those who were less timid immediately called the children and other people around the house, packed up the little horse and hurried home.

Those who are a little more courageous come to the Wang family to watch the excitement.

There are also some loyal fans who wait in front of the stage until the curtain ends.

Yang Ruoqing was originally sitting in the warm barrel at home reading a book, when she heard Xiaoyu come in from outside to talk about this matter, Yang Ruoqing hurriedly put down the book in her hand and wanted to go out and find Luo Baobao to come home.

Xiaoyu said: "I just came over from the stage, and when I heard about this, I quickly brought her back. Now she has gone to play in her grandma's room."

Yang Ruoqing said: "Fortunately, you brought it back. Are my parents at the Wang family's side?"

Xiaoyu nodded.

Yang Ruoqing said, "I'll go and have a look."

"Sister, aren't you afraid?" Xiaoyu asked.

Yang Ruoqing said: "I've seen a lot of life and death, I've killed everyone, there's nothing to be afraid of."

"It's just that I'm wondering, how could she hang herself when she's so good? When I saw her two days ago, she greeted me and smiled happily," she said.

Xiaoyu sighed, also full of puzzlement.

Yang Ruoqing said: "I'll go and have a look, and bring my mother back by the way, my mother is timid."

Xiaoyu said: "Sister, go, I will fetch water later, take the baby to take a bath and go to sleep."

……

Old Wang's house, when Yang Ruoqing walked to the gate of the yard, she heard crying from inside the yard.

There are men, there are women, there are children.

Her footsteps stopped outside the yard, especially when she heard Xiao Hei's 'Grandma...',

She suddenly thought of her old lady Gaposun.

Thinking of how Gapo was lying on the door panel, her body was cold and stiff, no matter how she called her, she would no longer respond as lovingly as before.

Yang Ruoqing's eye sockets felt hot, she turned sideways to wipe the moisture from the corners of her eyes, took another deep breath, and then stepped into the gate of Wang's house.

After entering the courtyard, on the left hand side is Wang's kitchen and woodshed, and the two houses are connected together.

At this moment, the door of the firewood room was ajar, and it was dark inside, but the moonlight shone through a small wooden window on the side, making the inside bright again.

Either it is completely dark, or it is completely bright. Beyond this small piece of light is endless darkness, which makes people feel more eerie and terrifying in this woodshed where someone has just died.

It seemed that in the darkness, Shuan Ziniang was standing there, looking at the people walking back and forth at the door with a pair of cold eyes.

Thinking of this, Yang Ruoqing, who was used to seeing life and death, couldn't help but look away. She felt a chill in her neck and creaking nests, and quickly stepped into the main room of the Wang family.

The main room of the Wang family has been converted into a mourning hall. When entering the door, a white cloth is hung up. There are two long stools in front of the white cloth, and a pair of door panels are placed on the high stools.

Shuanzi Niang was lying on the door panel, her face was covered with a piece of yellow toilet paper.

With both hands in front of him, he also held a handful of toilet paper.

There was an earthen pot above her head, and there was straw paper burned to ashes in the earthen pot. Wang Shuanzi knelt in front of the earthen pot, burning the paper while weeping. Tears and snot dripped down and fell into the earthen pot together.

Yang Ruoqing's eyes caught the purple scar on Shuan Ziniang's neck at a glance, she frowned, turned her face sideways, and began to look for Yang Huazhong and Mrs. Sun's figures in the crowd.

Yang Huazhong, Lao Yangtou and other men were sitting at a nearby table, accompanying Wang Hongquan.

Wang Hongquan also cried into tears, his beard was covered with tears and snot.

Looking at Mrs. Sun, she was by Yang Huamei's side, persuading Yang Huamei while wiping her tears.

Wang Shuanzi's two older sisters also rushed over, and the women wept together.

Yang Ruoqing hurried to Yang Huamei and Sun's side, and accompanied her silently.

(End of this chapter)