Yang Huazhong said: "Okay, okay, don't worry, my third uncle will definitely lead the villagers to make your mother's birthday a lively one!"

…

Yang Huazhong is a man of action and does what he says.

Early the next morning, he went to Liujia Village to settle the matter with the troupe.

When the school at the back of the village reopened and the sound of reading could be heard loudly, at the entrance of Changping Village down the mountain.

In the open space opposite Yang Huazhong's house, a stage was erected.

In the afternoon, the sun hung in the western sky and had not set yet.

The gongs and drums were roaring on the stage, and the sound of silk and bamboo orchestras could be heard far away.

In front of the stage, villagers carrying long stools and large chairs with backrests came to watch the show.

Not only Changping Village, but also other nearby villages, many villagers came to watch the theater.

Many young daughters-in-law in Changping Village picked up relatives from their natal families and came to watch the show.

There were also many families who brought their daughters and grandchildren back to watch the show and eat fried dough sticks.

There were people everywhere in front of the stage, three circles inside and three outside, and the stage was completely surrounded.

Yang Ruoqing, Sun Shi, Cao Bamei and others were also sitting in the crowd, cracking melon seeds and chewing sugar cane.

"What kind of drama is this? It sounds so good!"

Yang Ruoqing asked Sun, who was sitting next to her, with bright eyes.

Mrs. Sun listened with great interest. The other hand on her knee was tapping gently, as if she was following the tone on the stage.

Mom, this is very touching, Yang Ruoqing pursed her lips and smiled.

Sun said to Yang Ruoqing: "This is called Plum Blossom Opera. It is a local opera in Mianniu Mountain. In the past, it was played by people working in the fields or picking tea in the tea gardens in the back mountains and humming the tunes."

Plum Blossom Opera?

Yang Ruoqing was surprised. The tune was very similar to an opera she had heard in her previous life.

"Then what is the name of this big play today?" Yang Ruoqing asked again.

Sun said: "The first opera is called Five Daughters' Birthday Wishes. It's about a couple who were not members of the imperial family and gave birth to five daughters."

"The eldest daughter married a high official, and the second daughter married a wealthy businessman..."

Sun has almost spoiled the show before it officially starts singing.

Yang Ruoqing couldn't laugh or cry, Xindao Niang and the others were really fans of the theater.

Look at the way he talks about the plot, so excited and cute, as if he is sixteen years old again.

Sun originally wanted to continue the spoiler, but at this time, the sound of firecrackers came from the corner of the stage.

Looking up, Yang Ruoqing saw Yang Huazhong holding a firecracker and setting it off there.

Yang Huaming, Yang Huazhou and others followed behind, each of them also holding a firecracker in their hands.

Yang Ruoqing knew.

Because Muzichuan's mother celebrated her birthday, sang a big opera, and benefited the villagers.

Therefore, people in the village who have friendships with each other will buy firecrackers and set them off to express their congratulations.

After several firecrackers were set off, the sound of gongs and drums became even louder, and the actors took turns to appear on stage.

Mrs. Sun didn't care about spoiling the story with Yang Ruoqing, and quickly sat up straight, raised her head, and looked at the stage in front of her with all her concentration.

Yang Ruoqing was eating melon seeds and watching a show.

This singing style is exactly the same as that of Huangmei Opera.

Yang Ruoqing likes this kind of local opera. She is a layman in opera, so she relies on her ears to listen to opera.

What sounds good is a good show

Moreover, the monologues and narrations in this kind of play are all performed in the dialect of the Mianniu Mountain area.

The children call him Xiaoyaozi, which makes him feel friendly.

As I listened, I became immersed in the content of the play.

The plot is easy to understand, and it's the kind of plot where blood is spilled on the streets.

The Yuanwai couple gave birth to five daughters, and the first four daughters all married into rich or noble families.

Only the fifth child married a poor scholar.

The scholar is probably also a person who studies and studies to death.

My children are all good at it, but I haven't passed the exam yet.

Then the father-in-law celebrated his birthday, and all his daughters and sons-in-law took their grandchildren back to celebrate his birthday.

The old couple are partial to each other, smiling at their powerful daughters and sons-in-law, but naturally they are very cold towards the fifth couple.

There was nothing delicious and fun to do. Following the other grandchildren, the children of Lao Wu’s family didn’t even eat on the table. They squatted in the kitchen and threw away a bowl of leftovers to kill...

On the stage, the five women played the roles, singing and crying at the same time, crying in a sad and heart-wrenching way.

Below the stage, all the villagers and elders watching the show, especially the women, were all filled with indignation.

In those scoldings and accusations, everyone's face was full of anger and dissatisfaction.

Yang Ruoqing watched the show, looked at the corner and looked at the people around her, and she found the atmosphere more and more interesting.

Life should be like this, real and down to earth.

The great drama on the stage was sung from afternoon till dark.

In the end, the plot naturally reversed.

The fifth son-in-law was finally successful like Fan Jin, and then there was a fire at the father-in-law and mother-in-law's side, and the house was burned to the ground.

The old couple went to their four sisters and brother-in-law to ask for shelter, but without exception, they were all kicked out by their daughter and son-in-law.

On a very cold day, the dripping water turned into ice, and the old couple begged along the street.

The father-in-law fell ill, and the old woman was begging on the roadside and met her fifth son-in-law who had returned home in fine clothes.

The fifth son-in-law ignored the past suspicions, and after asking about the situation, he felt compassion and took the old couple back to his home.

The young couple took good care of the old couple, and everyone settled their differences.

The opera of Five Daughters’ Birthday Wishes comes to an end here.

The curtains on the stage closed little by little.

The people watching the theater under the stage also carried stools and chairs, discussed, chatted, laughed, and shouted to go home.

Some adults were looking for their children in the crowd, and some old women were being supported by their wives and daughters.

Everyone finds their own shadow in the play.

Art comes from life, but is higher than life.

All the various expressions of sentient beings are fully explained in the humming sound of playing and singing, leaving behind endless thoughts.

…

"Qing'er, my mother wants to invite you to my house. She said she has something to ask you."

The next morning, Mu Zichuan came over again and found Yang Ruoqing and said.

Yang Ruoqing was startled for a moment, "Okay, I just want to go out for a walk."

The two of them walked side by side towards the village.

Muzichuan glanced sideways at the way she was walking beside him from time to time. Her belly was so big that it looked like she was holding a big watermelon.

"Qing'er, are you tired from walking like this?"

Halfway through, he couldn't help but ask.

Yang Ruoqing was startled for a moment, and then laughed at his question.

He continued: "It's really hard for me to imagine that if I was asked to carry a weight of more than ten kilograms in my arms now, no matter where I go, whether I am sitting, standing or lying down, it would weigh on me like this. I would be very tired."

"Qing'er, are you tired?"

Mu Zichuan asked curiously.

Yang Ruoqing raised the corners of her lips.

Holding her belly with both hands, her face was filled with the tenderness and sweetness of a first-time mother.
Chapter completed!