"Things like five women paying respects or gathering pig fodder are fine. As for those who cry and wail, don't pick them." she said.

Yang Huazhong nodded. "Well, I'll go back and tell the village elders exactly what you said."

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Yang Ruqing smiled slightly.

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Although Dad and Auntie Four said it was up to the villagers to decide which opera troupe they wanted,

Actually, the village elders aren't stupid. Whoever puts up the most money calls the shots.

Yang Ruqing and Luo Fengtang are definitely the big shots.

The matter of putting on a theatrical performance is a significant event that captures the attention and anticipation of the entire village.

Yang Huazhong and several elders discussed it there, and decided to invite the opera troupe from Dashiqiao Village to perform.

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Yang Huazhong, seizing the opportunity, went to Dashan Village and finalized the deal. The date for the opera performance was set for the tenth day of the first lunar month.

Thus, everyone eagerly awaited the ninth day of the first lunar month.

In the morning, Yang Huazhong took the men from the village to build a stage under the old maple tree at the entrance of the village.

After the stage was set up, in the afternoon the sky suddenly turned overcast and a strong wind picked up.

The theatrical troupe from Dagang Village has arrived and is staying in temporary sheds built behind the theater stage.

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This is really a big event that has shaken the whole village, ladies and children have all come over to watch the excitement.

The theater troupe selected several sedan chairs, each loaded with various costumes and props. These items were truly eye-catching!

Everyone stood in the cold wind, looking, discussing, and pointing at it. It was a fire in winter.

But as evening approached, the wind died down, but raindrops began to fall from the sky.

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This is like pouring a bucket of cold water on the hearts of everyone in the village.

Especially for children, that disappointment is really something.

Because the stage is outdoors, if it rains, we can't perform, oh well...

"Xiao Hua, do you think it will stop raining tomorrow?" At home, Xiao Hua asked Xiao Duo.

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Xiaoduo said: "I don't know either, it should stop!"

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"Well, I asked Xia and the others in the village before, and they all said the same thing..."

"Oh, is that so? Then it seems like it's really going to clear up."

“Mother, I want to watch the opera! I want to watch the opera! I don't want it to rain! Don't want it to rain...” Mianmian hugged Bao Suyun’s neck and acted cute.

Bao Suyun couldn't help but laugh and cry, "Alright, alright. Eat this bowl of congee, and the rain will stop. Tomorrow, you can watch the big play."

"Really?"

"Well, that's true."

Then I'll eat!

"My little cotton is really well-behaved…"

Similar conversations are playing out in many corners of the village.

Yang Ruqing finished washing up and returned to the room, Luofeng Tang was waiting by the baby's cradle.

With one hand gently rocking the cradle, the other held a military treatise.

Yang Ruqing took out a bottle from a pile of small bottles and jars on the dressing table, opened it, and picked out a piece the size of a fingernail. She put it in her palm and then evenly patted it onto her cheeks and neck.

A faint fragrance wafted into the air, reaching someone's nostrils. He put down the book in his hand and raised his eyes to look towards the dressing table.

"Are you done washing?" he asked.

Yang Ruqing turned around and said, "Well, it's your turn. Hurry up and wash. I've already exchanged the water for you."

Luo Fengtang nodded, put down the military book in his hand and got up to enter the washroom.

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

Then she tucked the small quilt in again, smoothing out the corners before returning to the large bed by the edge.

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The crib was tucked up next to the bed, within arm’s reach.

Yang Ruoheng leaned against the bed in her clothes, picked up the military book that Luofengtang had looked at before, and flipped through it...

Outside the window, raindrops gently tap on the roof tiles, making a soft, rustling sound.

Compared to many other people in the village who were anxious at this moment, Yang Ruqing was very calm and leisurely.

It's fine to delay the start of the show. There's no rush to get to work, no school to attend, and no need to travel for jobs.

It would be nice if the pace was a little slower, and life a little slower too.

In the morning, Sun made breakfast for the whole family and specially set aside portions for Tan and Old Yang, putting them in a basket.

“Qinger, Lan’er, you two take this breakfast over there, and by the way, ask Grandma if she can make a bowl of egg drop soup with sesame oil for Hong’er at noon?” said Mrs. Sun.

"Well, I remember. I'll let him know later." Yang Ruoheng said.

Mrs. Sun said, "It's drizzling now, remember to take an umbrella and wear a raincoat."

“Well, alright then.”

Yang Ruqing responded and then lifted the basket, walking into the village with Yang Rulan.

On the road, Yang Ruqing said to Yang Rulan: "Brother Ah Hao's leg has almost healed. These days, he no longer stays in bed all day. He spends one or two hours a day walking around the house and practicing."

Upon hearing this, Yang Rulan's face broke into a smile.

"That's good. Staying in bed all the time is really uncomfortable." she said.

Yang Ruqing nodded: "When Ah Hao is fully recovered in over ten days, he will probably start taking care of your marriage."

Hearing this, Yang Ruolan's face flushed red.

"Qinger, then...what should I do?" Yang Rulan asked in a low voice.

Yang Ruqing said, "Of course you should seize the time to do some needlework. Leave the decorating for your new house to me and Tang Yazi, you don't have to worry about it."

Yang Ruolan's face was full of gratitude.

“Qing’er, thank you so much for lending us your house to get married. Don't worry, after we're married, we will definitely work hard to earn money and find a new house to move out as soon as possible.” she said.

Yang Ruqing curled her lips, "Okay, let's work together."

Yang Ruqing nodded, wanting to say something more. Suddenly, someone walked towards them from the front.

That person hung their head, staring at their own feet, walking without looking at the road, completely letting their feet carry them.

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He staggered and swayed as he walked.

It was drizzling, but he didn't carry an umbrella.

"Hey, isn't that Baozi ge? What happened to him?" Yang Ruolan exclaimed in surprise.

Yang Ruqing nodded, stepped forward and reached out to grab Baozige's arm.

“Brother Baozi, where are you going?” she asked.

Wang Liang slowly raised his head, a pair of eyes dull and lifeless, black as pitch, empty.

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“Brother Baozi, what’s wrong? Who bullied you?” Yang Ruqing asked again.

“Sunny, Sunny?” Wang Liang seemed to have suddenly recognized Yang Ruohong. He grabbed Yang Ruohong’s arm: “Sunny, I have something to tell you, please, help me!”

Yang Ruqing was stunned for a moment, and suddenly guessed something.

She said, "Brother Baozi, wait a moment, let me tell my cousin."

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Wang Liang let go of Yang Ruoheng's arm, and Yang Ruoheng walked over to whisper a few words in Yang Rulan's ear.

Yang RuoLan understood and nodded, taking the bamboo basket and walking ahead.

Here, Yang Ruohqing turned around, moved her umbrella over Wang Liang's head, and said to him, "Let's go talk by the stage over there."

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