This is also a spiritual feast for the people who have worked hard for a year.

In order to welcome them, Captain Shen Sanye asked the village yangko troupe to wait at the village entrance in advance. When the troupe's bus arrived, they started beating gongs and drums, playing suona, and dancing the yangko. It was as lively as the Chinese New Year.

It was already noon when they arrived, and Captain Shen Sanye had already prepared a hearty farm stew.

Chicken stewed with mushrooms, sauerkraut and bones stewed with blood sausage, carp stewed with tofu, stir-fried cabbage with shredded potatoes, and two boxes of large steamed buns. The members of the troupe ate with smiles on their faces.

Especially the big carp, which were fished out by the team leader and his men from an ice hole that had been specially dug on the Fengquan River. Although there were not many, they were enough for the troupe members to eat.

The taste of cold water fish is absolutely delicious.

They are also very busy. They cannot eat or sleep well after running around for days. They cannot eat spicy or irritating foods because their voice is their asset.

But these four dishes tasted good, without pepper, the millet porridge was thin, and the golden rice soup was warm to the whole body.

After dinner, they started to set up the stage. Some children who didn't want to go home gathered in the brigade office to watch the fun.

The female leader of the Pingju troupe is called Hua Qing.

Although these children were a bit in the way here, she was good-tempered and did not chase them away. Instead, she let them play on the other side. After all, the stage was set up with shelves and boards, and if they were bumped into, she really wouldn't be able to explain to their parents.

But if he really was driven away, Hua Qing wouldn't be able to do it.

People in rural areas usually eat two meals at this time, and dinner is usually eaten between 3:30 and 4:00 in the afternoon.

The Pingju troupe's performance starts at five o'clock.

After playing for a while, some children got hungry and ran back home to eat.

Hua Qing was holding the script book and program list, sorting out the content of today's program. Her play was the finale and also the most classic one.

She couldn't help but humming with her notebook in her hand. The melody was gentle and melodious, and it sounded particularly good in this empty but slightly noisy auditorium.

After finishing this short passage, she picked up the notebook again, but suddenly she heard the sound of a little girl singing the passage she had just sung in her childish voice.

The voice is clean without a trace of impurities and without a single wrong note.

She stood up suddenly and looked behind her, only to find that not far away there was a little girl about seven or eight years old who was imitating her singing style with slightly awkward movements.

The little girl might have thought that her voice was very small. After all, there were a lot of people here. Everyone on and off the stage was busy putting up curtains and tables. Some were even arranging props and costumes for the opera. In short, a troupe is very busy before a performance.

Hua Qing didn't expect that amidst the noisy sounds, she would hear such a clean and clear voice.

What a nice voice.

She walked over excitedly.

Wu Xiaoliu was so frightened when she saw the woman walking towards her that she froze in place. Her raised finger remained suspended in mid-air, and then she hurriedly put it down. She didn't even dare to look at Hua Qing and ran outside.

Hua Qing was anxious.

Pointing at the small figure, he shouted to his colleague next to him, "Quickly stop that little girl."

This colleague didn't know what was going on, but since the team leader had given the order, he thought that the little girl had taken something, so he rushed over like an arrow and stopped the little girl in two steps.

Hua Qing saw that the child was frightened, and then she realized that she must have looked a little anxious. Her voice was as gentle as water, with a soothing power, "Don't be afraid, little girl, tell your auntie what your name is?"

"...I...I...I'm Wu Xiaoliu."

Wu Xiaoliu's eyes were filled with fear as he stammered out his name.

"Xiao Liu, is this your name?"

"Yes... yes, that's my name all the time."

Gradually, Wu Xiaoliu let down his guard, because this aunt was not only beautiful, but also had a very gentle voice, just like Sister Xiaoxi.

So Shen Mingxi, who brought a bench and came with his grandparents, Goudan and Yaya to reserve seats in advance, learned that the head of the Pingju Opera Troupe, Hua, was planning to accept Wu Xiaoliu as his disciple.

This is shocking news.

But Shen Mingxi was surprised but not shocked.

Because she always thought that the gift package given to Wu Xiaoliu was a lucky break, but it was this lucky break gift package that opened up new features of the system: contribution value and consignment area.

At that time, she was wondering, a little girl who was just eight years old, was born and raised in the countryside, had lived a life of beatings and scolding, was not well fed or clothed, even if she was given a gift package, where would her contribution value come from?

At this moment, when Shen Mingxi saw the little girl standing next to Captain Hua, who seemed to be walking on the clouds and seemed to be in a dream, he suddenly understood everything.

Director Hua is a young artist with both moral integrity and artistic talent. He has performed in Beijing and won the highest award in the theater industry.

Since Wu Xiaoliu could be her disciple, his future achievements could be imagined. Moreover, God had endowed Wu Xiaoliu with such a good voice, clear and bright, just like the autumn sky, without a trace of impurities.

Such a voice can only really be used on stage.

For human beings, material life and spiritual life are equally important.

So this is the source of Wu Xiaoliu’s 100,000 contribution points.

At this moment, Shen Mingxi's eyes were moist, but when she saw Shen Baozhi's doubtful expression when she walked in, she curled up the corners of her mouth and smiled again.

Shen Baozhi would never have imagined that the system was in her hands, and she would never have imagined that the system would now have these new functions.

Of course, for someone like Shen Baozhi, she would not do it even if she thought about it. How could she be willing to give the gift package to others when she is so selfish?

She will definitely apply it to herself.

Silently, Shen Mingxi added to Wu Xiaoliu's luck, allowing her to proceed smoothly in this matter without any trouble.

At this time, Wu Xiaoliu's father, mother, sisters and only brother all came after hearing the news.

In this era, the people living in the Beicheng area have the deepest feelings for the Beicheng Pingju Troupe, because this troupe has brought them so much joy and happiness.

Have a nice weekend, darlings~~~ 　　 　 (End of this chapter)