Midnight trouble
"How is it, what did you say?"
Wei Ping was a member of the crowd. She was extremely curious when she was outside and would ask questions whenever she saw someone coming out.
Xu Runling smiled and said, "It is said that Yunxia had a child at the age of 29. She is 28 this year."
Wei Ping looked at Yunxia and Dali, whose expressions had obviously eased, and said, "The immortal said yes, so you two should relax. The worst thing about everything is haste."
The two of them nodded quickly.
Several people looked at Qi Weijia and Hu Yufang again.
Qi Weijia grinned and said, "It is said that there will be a marriage in August next year."
At this moment, she didn't know that in August of that year, someone really introduced Qi Xiaolin to a girl, who was a widow. A widower and a widow, Qi Xiaolin has a daughter and the widow has two sons. It is really a good marriage between a well-matched couple.
Qi Weijia was excitedly imagining his son's new life, but was so angry at his son's words that he almost vomited blood. An unprecedented conflict broke out in the family. Just because the widowed parents-in-law wanted Qi Xiaolin to marry into their family, Qi Xiaolin was coaxed into agreeing without hesitation.
Waking up from a dream at midnight, Qi Weijia recalled what Jiaozi said that day, and it actually came true. On one hand, she was lonely and old, while on the other hand, she had a wife and children. After thinking hard for several days, she finally gritted her teeth and bowed to the unfilial son. The eldest son, who was supposed to set up his own household, ended up being a son-in-law.
But that’s all in the past. At this moment, Qi Weijia just felt a little uneasy, so he didn’t say the second half of the sentence.
"Mom, what are you asking?" Xizi strolled over and saw a few people standing there, so he asked directly.
Hu Yuxiang looked a little entangled: "It is said that life is worry-free, and the return date will be five years later."
Xizi snorted, "It's OK as long as he's not dead. You can come back if you want. I'm living well without him."
Even though everyone knew that Xizi didn't think before speaking, they still felt a little embarrassed. However, Hu Yufang didn't look annoyed at all. She just patted her wife lightly and said, "You kid, you are talking nonsense..."
Before he could say something else, suddenly, a loud sound of gongs and drums was heard, and the crowd immediately rushed towards the square. Xizi loved to watch the fun, so he ran forward first, and the others were also attracted and walked forward.
There was still half an hour before the morning show started. A square area had been cleared in the center of the square. Two golden-red lions were shaking their heads and tails to the beat of the drums, leaping and tumbling, their eyes blinking. They looked very vivid and drew cheers from the crowd.
After the lion dance, Secretary Gou came on stage with a microphone: "Fellow villagers, today is the third day of our Xiaogou Village temple fair. Our village team specially invited the Shangguan Village's Shehuo Team to come and add to the fun. Everyone welcome..."
As Secretary Gou left the stage, lion dancing, horse racing, flower boats, Guan Gong, yangko, stilts and other performances came on stage one after another.
Members of the community fire team are usually simple farmers, but now they are dressed up and look energetic and high-spirited, especially the two witches who play the roles of witches, holding pipes and twisting their bodies more seductively than women, winning cheers from the audience.
The sturdy man who played Guan Gong was also very popular. He performed a few moves with the Green Dragon Crescent Blade and then helped the children pass the test off the stage.
"Passing the checkpoints" is also an old custom in Qingyuan. There is a saying that goes, "Passing through the checkpoints under Guan Gong's robe, every checkpoint is difficult but you can pass it." "Passing the checkpoints" not only conveys the elders' blessings to the younger generations, but also symbolizes that children can get Guan Gong's blessing and grow up healthily.
Even though it costs five yuan to pass a simple checkpoint, parents with their children still lined up in a long queue, and Yang Li with his two daughters was among them.
Qin Shu was also eager to try, but after squeezing in front and looking for a while, he backed out. The people who passed the checkpoint were all children under seven years old, and he was too big.
…
Happy times always pass quickly. After the performance of the folk art troupe, the actors came on stage. Everyone reminisced about the wonderful society while casting their eyes on the stage.
When the show was over, the whole place was filled with the aroma of food. Not to mention the children, even Hu Yufeng felt a little hungry after smelling it. Just make a decision to have lunch at the stall. Before I finished speaking, a group of children burst into tears and cheered.
"Grandma is so nice, long live grandma..."
"Long live my aunt..."
"Long live grandma..."
The noise was so loud that passers-by couldn't help but look sideways, and Hu Yufeng was amused by them. Since they are already shouting "Long live the emperor", I might as well be a good person and give them money and let them buy whatever they want to eat.
After sending the children away, they followed the smell to the snack area, where they saw stalls lined up next to each other, all steaming with food. There was golden steamed chicken, spicy casserole dishes, fragrant lamb skewers, and soft, glutinous and sweet yellow rice cakes, which dazzled everyone's eyes.
After choosing a restaurant and sitting down, seeing that the relatives were too embarrassed to choose, Hu Yufeng simply picked out various delicious dishes and ordered a portion of each. Soon, two large tables were set up. The food was served and the relatives did not hesitate to pick up their favorite dishes and started eating.
Hu Yufeng held a bowl of steaming tofu pudding in her hands, looked at the bustling crowd around her, listened to the shouts that came one after another, and felt warm in her heart.
That night, Lao Qin's family let their relatives stay for a day, and the next day Xu Runling and her family returned home happily.
Hu Yufang went to visit Aunt Wang accompanied by her sister. He is already over 90 years old. Since the beginning of the year, his consciousness has been sometimes clear and sometimes confused. Even with the Wang family's meticulous care, he has become visibly thinner and weaker.
The two of them didn't stay long, and Wang Tianrong and his wife sent the two sisters to the door. The moment he turned around, Hu Yufeng noticed that his straight back was slightly hunched and his hair had turned gray.
The gentle and elegant young man in my memory is also getting old.
…
When Yufang got home, she prepared to go home. Seeing that Xizi seemed not to have played enough, she gave him a few instructions and took her eldest grandson back first.
At this point, the only guests left in the house were Xizi and his youngest son, Wei Ping and his grandchildren. As for Yang Lao Hu, he was also a worrywart, so he came and left on the same day.
It was rare for the house to be so lively, so Hu Yufeng was naturally happy for them to stay. Wei Ping was not disappointed either, and planned to stay happily until the 18th day of the first lunar month.
That evening, because of the rituals performed for their ancestors during the day, everyone in the Qin family was excited and tired, and they fell asleep as soon as the night show was over.
However, they didn't expect that a sharp cry of cursing would rise into the sky, tearing through the darkness and pulling everyone who had just entered their dream back to reality.
"What's going on?"
Wei Ping was suddenly awakened by the shock and her heart started beating wildly, and the same happened to Hu Yufeng.
I calmed down, put on my shoes, and went out of the yard. The lights in the rooms lit up one after another, some people poked their heads out, and some walked out quickly.
Hu Yufeng listened carefully and found that the sound came from the direction of Qin Wenqing's home. The adults looked at each other and persuaded the little heads that had popped out to go back one by one. Yang Xiu and Wei Ping were left to keep the children company, while Hu Yufeng and Qin Wenli walked out.
After walking a few steps, he met Qin Wenzhen who came out after hearing the noise. He greeted him in a low voice and joined the team.
"You are old, but you don't learn how to flirt with other people. You look like a slut, just like your bitch mother..."
Before the three men arrived, the vicious curses had already penetrated the brick wall and entered their ears.
"Qin Wenqing, you don't know how to breathe after you die? Look at the shameless things you women have done. You have made me lose face..."
Hu Yufeng and Qin Wenli frowned at the same time, and Qin Wenzhen took a few quick steps to push the door.
"What's wrong with you guys so late at night?" Qin Wen Zheng spoke first.
Seeing the three people, Liu Rong immediately perked up and said quickly: "Second Aunt, please judge for me. Lingling is only fifteen and she's dating someone. I bumped into them. I don't know if she has done anything shameless. What if... what should I do..."
He looked worried about Lingling in his words, but his face was full of malice, which made people feel distorted for no reason.
Hu Yufeng sucked in a breath of cold air and couldn't help but look at Qin Ling, who was leaning against the wall with her head down, wishing she could merge into one with the wall.
"Lingling is an honest child. Maybe there is some misunderstanding. Have you asked the child?"
"Second Aunt, you're not at home often, so you don't know that her honest face is all fake. I eat from the same pot with her every day, and I've long seen that she is full of evil thoughts..." Liu Rong retorted.
While the few people were talking, Qin Wenqing just leaned against the door frame in a nonchalant manner, not mentioning his wife or daughter, like a bystander who had wandered in.
Qin Wenzhen looked at him several times and frowned fiercely.
"Okay, I'll ask..." He stopped Liu Rong and turned to walk towards Qin Ling.
"Lingling, tell me what's going on?" He asked in what he thought was a gentle tone, but Qin Ling shuddered.
Qin Wenli sighed, walked up and whispered, "Lingling, we are not afraid of things we haven't done before. If you have anything to say, tell us and your uncle and I will help you."
Qin Ling cried louder but said nothing.
Liu Rong scolded, "Who is wrongly accusing you of crying? You were flirting with Yan Xiaojun before, and I was thinking of giving you another chance, but I didn't expect you to turn around and shake hands with others and offer insoles to me."
At this point, Liu Rongzhen got really angry: "Every day you say that I keep you busy, but I didn't expect that you still have time to secretly make insoles for men. Are you feeling wronged? I think I should be the one who feels wronged. You pretend that I am torturing you. Fortunately, I keep a close eye on you. If not, you would have run away with someone else long ago!"
When Hu Yufeng heard the word "insole", her brows jumped. Something is wrong. Lingling's mother passed away early, and Liu Rong didn't teach the child needlework. How could she make a pair of insoles at all?
What's more, making insoles is no different from other things. You need to make a shoe pattern first, and then stick them together with cloth and paste. The top layer must be brand new white silk cloth or white satin. Later, you have to draw patterns on the white cloth and then embroider it with colored silk threads.
With just these materials, how could Qin Ling gather them together without being discovered by Liu Rong?
Various possibilities flashed through her mind one after another.
Qin Ling continued to cry upon hearing this, and Qin Wenzhen felt so disappointed with his crying.
"If you have something to say, just speak up. Crying can't solve any problem."
Qin Wenli bent down and whispered a few words. Qin Ling's crying subsided. After a long while, she choked up and said, "I... the insole is not mine..."
"If it's not yours, who does it belong to? Could it be that man gave it to you?" Liu Rong said sarcastically.
Qin Ling didn't say anything, but just glanced at Qin Wenzhen secretly, struggling violently in her heart.
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