The sounds of opera singers, the sounds of gongs, drums, strings and bamboos, and the sounds of theatergoers around me all mixed together, making it very noisy.

But every mother has a special ability, that is, she can be keenly aware of and judge the voices of her children in a sea of ​​millions of people.

Yang Huamei suddenly stopped at her feet and said, "How did I hear Dabai crying?"

Sun and Yang Huazhong, who were walking in front, also stopped and helped Yang Huamei look around together.

"Dabai? Dabai is over there!"

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

Yang Huamei also saw it at this time. She put down the blanket in her hand and ran over quickly, pushing through the crowd and grabbing Dabai's hand.

"What are you doing, son? Who the hell bullied you into crying like this?" Yang Huamei asked angrily.

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

"What are you talking about? You're talking about the first lunar month!" Yang Huamei cut off Dabai's words.

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

"No nonsense, really, really..."

Hearing this, Yang Huamei panicked and looked at Yang Huazhong and Lao Yangtou behind him for help.

Old Yang stamped his head and said: "Dabai is so old, it is impossible to lie. Meier, what are you doing in a daze? Why don't you hurry up and take a look!"

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

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

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

After saying these words, Yang Huazhong also hurriedly chased Yang Huamei.

Here, Lao Yangtou held a lantern and shouted "terrible" and "terrible", and followed him.

The movement here alarmed some villagers watching the theater in the periphery. Some people talked a few words there, but did not follow much.

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

It is not unusual for villagers to quarrel every now and then and chase them all over the village.

What's more, the play on the stage was about to reach its climax at the moment, so everyone didn't pay much attention.

Here, Yang Huazhong and Lao Yangtou met Wang Hongquan while chasing Yang Huamei.

Wang Hongquan was squatting on a nearby stone, squinting his eyes and looking in the direction of the stage, still humming along and beating time with his hands.

Seeing Lao Yang coming with a lantern, Wang Hongquan quickly greeted Lao Yang with a smile: "My father-in-law, where are you going? Why don't you watch the show?"

Old Yang turned his head and saw that it was Wang Hongquan. He quickly came over and said in a deep voice: "You still have the heart to watch the show here, but something happened to your mother-in-law!"

…

Before the play ended, the news that Shuanzi Niang was hanged behind the door of her family's woodshed quickly spread throughout Changping Village.

At this moment, more than half of the people watching the show in front of the theater at the entrance of the village suddenly disappeared.

Those who were less timid immediately called the children and other people at home, packed up the pony and hurried home.

Those who were a little braver came to the Wang family to watch the fun.

There were also some loyal theater fans who stayed in front of the stage until the show ended.

Yang Ruoqing was originally sitting in the warm tub at home reading a book. When she heard Xiaoyu come in from outside and talk about this, Yang Ruoqing quickly put down the book in her hand and went out to look for Baby Luo to come home.

Xiaoyu said: "I just came over from the stage. When I heard about this, I quickly brought her back. Now she went to her grandma's house to play."

Yang Ruoqing said: "Fortunately you brought them back. Are my parents with the Wang family?"

Xiaoyu nodded.

Yang Ruoqing said: "I'll go over and take 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 confused, how could such a good person hang herself? When I saw her two days ago, she said hello to me and smiled happily," she said.

Xiaoyu sighed, also looking puzzled.

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

Xiaoyu said: "Sister, go ahead. I will fetch water later and take the baby to bathe and go to bed."

…

At Lao Wang's house, Yang Ruoqing walked to the door of the courtyard and heard crying coming from the courtyard.

There are men, women, and children.

Her footsteps stopped for a moment outside the yard, especially when she heard Xiao Hei's "Grandma..." one after another.

She suddenly thought of her grandmother, Mrs. Sun.

I thought about the way Grandma Ga was lying on the door panel with her cold and hard body. No matter how I called her, she would never respond as lovingly as before.

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

On the left hand side after entering the courtyard is the Wang family's kitchen and woodshed, which are connected together.

At this moment, the door of the woodshed was half open, and it was dark inside, but the moonlight shone in a little from a small wooden window on the side, making the area with the sieve inside bright again.

It was either completely dark or completely bright. Beyond this small patch of light was endless darkness, which made people feel even more eerie in this woodshed where someone had just died.

It was as if Shuanzi Niang was standing there in the darkness, looking at the people coming and going 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 creaks, and she quickly quickened her pace and entered the main room of the Wang family.

The main room of the Wang family has been converted into a mourning hall. When you enter the door, you can see a white cloth hanging up. In front of the white cloth are two long stools, with a pair of door panels on the stools.

Mother Shuanzi was lying upright on the door panel, her face covered with a yellow piece of straw paper.

He put his hands in front of him, holding a handful of straw paper.

There was an earthenware basin above her head, and inside the earthenware basin there was straw paper burned to ashes. Wang Shuanzi knelt down in front of the earthenware basin, burning the paper while crying, his tears and nose dripping down, and they all fell into the earthenware basin.

Yang Ruoqing's eyes immediately glanced at the purple-red mark on Shuanzi's neck. She frowned, turned her face away, and began to look for Yang Huazhong and Sun in the crowd.

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

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

Looking at Ms. Sun again, she was beside Yang Huamei, wiping her tears and advising Yang Huamei.

Wang Shuanzi's two sisters also rushed over, and several women burst into tears.
Chapter completed!