Qiong Yin lingers

Chapter 11
The concept of the kindergarten is very novel, and the idea is very unique, but Zhang Shennian's repeated questions made Huang Simi a headache again: how to charge for enrollment?Where do teachers come from?How to ensure the safety of children in the kindergarten?

Huang Simei has a personality that keeps her promises. After listening to Zhang Shennian's question, she clapped her hands happily: "Husband, thank you for reminding me! I have to take notes and plan this matter quickly!"

Everyone thought that Huang Simei's plan would take a month. Unexpectedly, the next day, Huang Simei called the village construction team to the theater troupe. They also came with several carpenters.

With a big wave of her hand, Huang Simei directed the construction team and carpenter team to the open space opposite the Oriental Tea House to implement the design of the kindergarten. At the end, she did not forget to remind them: "This is for children. Safety is the first priority. Safety is the first priority. The second is to be durable, and the third is to be interesting..."

After building the Li brocade studio and planning the dyeing workshop, Huang Simi spent almost all of the money she earned from opening the teahouse.The preparatory expenses for this kindergarten were all taken out of sacks, Zhang Shennian burst into tears.

Giving him a loving hug, Huang Simi seemed perfunctory in consoling him: "They are all uncles in Abba's construction team. You can save money in whatever way you can. Don't worry, I'll spend it for you when I make money from the teahouse in the future!"

Huang Simei's father was the captain of the construction team who was well-known in the village in the early years. He was also a skilled craftsman who knew nine crafts. Kindergarten, all of them are gearing up and patted their chests to promise: the most reliable materials and the lowest cost.

Wang Yunfei looked at Huang Simimei, who was berating Fang Qiu in the glow, grinning from ear to ear, and gave thumbs up again and again: "Brother Nian, tell me, is God partial to my sister-in-law? Opening up wasteland, singing operas, opening teahouses, teaching Li Jinjian Kindergarten , It's really a woman who doesn't give way to a man!"

Although Zhang Shennian felt sorry for his sack of banknotes, but when he thought that the person who was eccentric in the sky was actually the person next to him, Zhang Shennian couldn't help but proudly raised his head and chest, and walked with wind: "Are you envious? My wife is not only a person With a beautiful heart and a kind heart, he is a good young man who was born to enjoy the food of the patriarch of Qiongju opera, and also has a good brain to make money and do business..."

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Meng Huaxiang saw that Huang Simmei was going to be Li Jin and a kindergarten again, and she was very unhappy. Holding her little granddaughter, Meng Huaxiang muttered: "I see, this Oriental Qiong Opera Troupe will want Huang sooner or later!"

Huang Simei knew her worries, and put her arms around her shoulders: "Grandma, you made a mistake! Whether it's opening a tea house or making Li Jin, it's all for making money! Then what is the money for? To spread the Qiong Opera left by our ancestors Marx said that the economic base determines the superstructure! Let’s make enough money first, so that Qiong Opera will have a better prospect!”

Meng Huaxiang groaned and said: "What kind of prospects, if I don't fall into your hands, I will feel at ease!"

Listening to the conversation between their mother-in-law and daughter-in-law, Zhang Shennian couldn't help laughing: "No wonder Brother Yunfei said you are a material for doing business! You see, you have only been studying for a few years, and you can speak what Marx said. It's like going to college and being very educated!"

Huang Simei rolled her eyes at him, waved her hands and smiled: "Go, go, don't make fun of me! I know how much I have - don't worry, I will pay you back the cost of building the kindergarten slowly!"

Zhang Shennian put his arms around his wife and smiled brightly: "What's mine is yours, what's yours is still yours, what do you want!"

*
Two weeks later.

Dongfang Qiong Opera Troupe Kindergarten was successfully built: a three-story small building with walls made of cement bricks, a roof made of traditional red tiles and a large shed.In the whole shed, it is modeled after the kindergarten in Shanghai XH District, with wooden slides, tiny horizontal and parallel bars, swings, and small wooden horses.

In order to prevent children from queuing up and fighting, Huang Simei asked craftsmen to make three identical ones, and beside these play tools, he built a sandy place for children to play, full of childlike fun.

The most amazing thing is that in the middle of the courtyard of the kindergarten building, a scaled-down large platform was made, which imitated the stage of an oriental tea house. Even the scenes and the arrangements of the bands on both sides were exactly the same. Eyes, red eyes.

In terms of teachers, Huang Simei specially found a few young girls in the village who had studied in junior high school. According to the salary of 300 yuan per month, they are divided into small classes, middle classes and big classes according to the age of the children. The main task of the teachers is to teach the children. Counting, pinyin and the like, do four breaks and three breaks.

At the same time, Huang Simei also found several kind-hearted aunts in the village who were responsible for cleaning, cooking and helping to take care of the children.

After choosing an auspicious day, Huang Simi specially asked Meng Huaxiang to write an inscription for the kindergarten and put it on the board.Looking at the five big characters of "Oriental Kindergarten" on the arched door, amidst the sound of firecrackers, Huang Simei smiled with white teeth, leaning on Zhang Shennian's shoulder: "Dongfang Qiong Opera Troupe, there is a mysterious power , it makes everything better and better!"

Zhang Shennian held her hand and whirled softly, his eyes were slightly red, and his heart trembled slightly: After going into the sea, he seemed to have gradually forgotten his original intention of protecting the Qiong Opera Troupe!Fortunately, there is also his good wife, who has always firmly believed that: Qiong Opera will make a comeback one day!
Whether it's opening up wasteland and farming, playing in a tea house, or opening a Li Jin studio, what Huang Simi always cares about is Qiong Opera!

Looking around at the bright green Bougainvillea in the Oriental Tea House, looking back at the small stage in the middle of the kindergarten, a dark corner in Zhang Chennian's heart was lit up little by little.

After entering the sea, he often said that the general trend of Qiongju drama was over, sometimes it was the helplessness of the trend of the times, sometimes it was the helplessness of his own helplessness, and sometimes it was the hopelessness of giving up on himself...

But at this moment, he has a firmer belief than ever before: in the future, he will always be the guardian of Qiongju!

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The weavers, who were most worried about their children, were moved to tears: the brocade workshop is next to the kindergarten, where they make brocade next door, and the children live and study next door.

As long as they want, they can go to visit the child at any time, and if the child starts crying, they can also comfort them in time.

Whether it is a weaver or a child, both sides can be taken care of in every possible way. The three meals a day for the weavers follow the meals of the Qiong Opera Troupe, raising the standard of meals; the three nutritious meals for children are better than the daily meals at home.

Of course, more importantly, when they arrived at the kindergarten, the children did not want to leave: when the weavers came home from get off work, the children were still reluctant to leave; the next day they urged their mothers to go to work quickly so that they could go to the kindergarten to play.

Many children in the village watched or heard about the "Oriental Kindergarten" accidentally, and they were very yearning for it.As a result, many villagers have come to ask whether they can pay a fee to let their children come to Dongfang Kindergarten to attend primary, secondary, and large classes before going to elementary school.

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After solving the problem of taking care of the children, Huang Simei began to follow Zhong Lihua to learn how to make double-sided embroidered Li brocade clothes.

And every move and every move, all use the "Tong Tian Yun" of Qiongju opera, and blurt out to form a catchy technique.

Huang Simei's first work was a square scarf with Russian mother singing in antiphonal song. Looking at the lifelike portrait of Russian mother on the square scarf, Zhang Shennian's eyes turned into copper bells, and he praised again and again: "This work, madam, deserves it." The praise of Yuan Zhen's "The Weaver's Ci" - moving the loom, changing the thread, picking out the pattern on the extremely fine silk fabric, it is simply ingenious! Reaching the pinnacle!"

After finishing speaking, I don't forget to chant a poem.

"The weaver is too busy, the silkworm scriptures are lying down three times and want to grow old.

The Silkworm Goddess became silk early, and the silk tax was collected early this year.

Early recruitment is not the evil of officials.Last year, the official family affairs Rong Suo.

The battle of conscripts is painful, and the main general Xun Gao is replaced by Luo Mu.

It is still hard to reel and weave silk, but it is difficult to weave when it becomes a loom.

The owner's head is Bai Shuang's daughter, who cannot be married because of Jie Wen.

On the gossamer curling up in front of the eaves, there are spiders coming and going.

I envy him that insects can weave nets into the void. "

Wang Yunfei was beside him, sticking out his belly, stroking his back, and waving his hands repeatedly while complimenting her.

"Brother Nian's song is not appropriate. I think Hu Lingneng's "Ode to Embroidery Barriers" is more appropriate to describe my sister-in-law's masterpiece-the flower stamens in front of the Sunset Hall, vying for a small brush to go to bed. Embroidered into An Xiangchun Garden Here, it attracts the oriole to drop the wicker stick."

"Brother Nian, close your eyes and imagine this wonderful scene: In the afterglow of dusk, the flowers in front of the hall are beautiful. A group of lovely embroiderers are vying to sketch on the embroidery bed with pens. Embroidered into a beautiful screen, quietly placed in the garden, It made Huang Ying curious, and flew away from the wicker... Ah! How wonderful!"

Huang Simimei and Zhong Lihua were amused by their gentle appearance, and they leaned forward and backward with laughter.

After Zhong Lihua and Wang Yunfei got acquainted, they were finally able to talk normally, and even dared to joke with him: "You two really look like the ugly guy with a white nose in a Qiong opera, you are so happy to die!"

As expected by Wang Yunfei, all the problems in Lijin studio were solved one by one under the wisdom of Huang Simei. Dongfang Lijin studio, every day, was in the rhythm of Qiong opera and the babbling of the locomotive. Weave a soft and beautiful pattern like a cloud.

Even the children in the kindergarten next door are impressed. Whenever the teahouse sings big plays, the kindergarten stage next door sings small plays. The children's "drama" led by Zhang Wenxuan and Zhang Wenqian also has various role-playing, which is cute and interesting. .

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In the world of children, time always feels too slow, and they look forward to growing up every day; in the years of adults, time is always too hasty, and half a lifetime will be changed in a blink of an eye.

In [-], Mid-Autumn Festival.

Willow shoots on the moon, after dinner, all members of the troupe held mooncakes with egg yolk and lotus paste, and worshiped the moon neatly in the backyard.After praying to the moon and making a wish, Meng Huaxiang became addicted to drama: "The flowers are full and the moon is full today, let's have a flying flower order, and let's sing an aria related to the word 'moon' for fun!"

It is a custom in the countryside that when there are joys and funerals in the family, an opera troupe will be invited to sing, which is called "making fun".Happy events are the icing on the cake, and funerals dispel the haze.During the glory days of the Dongfang Qiong Opera Troupe, they went to and from big stages, and went to Thailand and Singapore several times to perform. Show" for a while.

Huang Simei held the moon cake, bowed softly and began: "I'll start with a piece of "Princess Mengcheng Praying for the Moon on Knees", and it will be my turn to sing wherever I go." The troupe applauded instantly. .

"Hateful, out of the palace; the night is deep, the cool wind blows. Everything sleeps soundly without worries, but I am worried and dreamy, and the lonely goose's voice is sad. The good relationship is broken, and I cry every night. I, Meng Cheng, return to Chu Youlang Difficult to match? Guyan, you, shadowed in vain in the sky. Pray to the moon and knees, why is there so much right and wrong in the world? I, Meng Cheng, am so happy to be born in Qin State, with neither sorrow nor sorrow; now, come Chu Bang burst into tears, with all kinds of anger and all kinds of sorrow. I, Meng Cheng, worry about the difficulty of fulfilling my wish in this life every day, and worry about the broken plum blossoms at night. Hey, bright moon, the vastness of heaven and earth is full of righteousness, and we should stop right and wrong for people! I, Meng Cheng, but I would like to restore the good relationship and help me meet the prince."

Meng Huaxiang became addicted to the opera, and immediately rushed to sing: "I will also come to a piece of "Niehai Enchou·The Moon Shines on the Screen", and I will fight with you!" The theater troupe immediately burst into applause, and the atmosphere suddenly became enthusiastic.

"The bright moon shines on the screen window, and it beats on the heart. Stepping quietly and looking shyly, I suspect that I have entered Penglai to the fairyland. The red candle and the shadow are enchanted, and the face is filled with pink clouds. Waiting for Shen Lang. The heart is beating, and the sedan chair is shaking gently. Blow the firecrackers, blow the suona loudly. Bite your vermilion lips ashamedly to look at the man, and lightly pick up the red hijab with your hands. The laughter is bursting with laughter, and the guests are making noise and teasing the groom. Shen Lang, Shen Lang, don’t be greedy for drinks, you should pretend to be drunk and come back early The bridal chamber. Back in the bridal chamber, the husband and wife enter the tender land together, and the mandarin ducks whisper on the pillow with deep affection."

Although Meng Huaxiang was born in Wudan, her singing of "The Bright Moon Shines on the Screen Window" is cool and melodious, like the first cry of a nightingale and the singing of an oriole.Huang Simei covered her mouth and snickered, and repeatedly admitted defeat: "Sister, this is the tenth level of firepower, and you can't win if you can't win!"

Eating moon cakes, drinking white sugar and green tea, and singing Qiongju opera, everyone in the Oriental Troupe seemed to have returned to the heyday of the troupe, talking and laughing, and their hearts were open.

Wang Yunfei looked at the happy and harmonious appearance of the troupe, and was extremely envious. He patted Zhang Shennian on the shoulder and shouted: "Brother! Good brother for life! You brother, I'm committed! Back then, I was in Harbin..."

He guaranteed the loan for his brother, but as a result, the brother absconded with the money, and the debt collector's underworld came to collect the debt. If his grandma hadn't tried his best to save him, he would have died.Grandma pulled him up with one hand, and finally protected him with her life.

Therefore, Wang Yunfei went all the way south to send his grandma's bones back to his hometown; he stayed on the island to fulfill his grandma's dream and settle down on the island.

Living with the theater troupe for the past few days, a certain collapsed corner of Wang Yunfei's heart seemed to be filled up, and the pain of losing his grandma was fully relieved in these familiar and unfamiliar warm scenes.

This warmth also made him more convinced that his decision to stay on the island was correct.

*
Halfway through the month of worship, Li Dongming picked up his teacup and walked up to Zhang Shennian: "Brother, I want to go to Sanya with you!"

The entire yard seemed to press the pause button, and everyone's talking and laughing stopped abruptly.

(End of this chapter)