090: Lively Yangko Troupe
In fact, what her son Qin Xiaochuan said was very true. Widow Wang agreed to join the yangko team in the beginning just for the subsidy for the grilled fish and the half day of leisure without having to work.
Widow Wang didn't really want to dance the yangge.
As a widow, she was embarrassed to twist around like that and had no interest in dancing the yangge.
But after a few days of rehearsal, Widow Wang actually found the long-lost joy in dancing the yangge. She couldn't remember how long it had been since she had laughed so heartily as she did now.
Since becoming a widow, she has been working hard from morning till night to support herself and her two children, and she no longer knows what is worth being happy about.
She didn't expect that she would become happy again because of dancing the yangge. What she didn't know was that her originally dull face also showed a rare hint of redness.
After sending her son away, Widow Wang returned to join her yangko troupe.
After a while, they rehearsed again.
After two rehearsals, it was noon. Everyone who was working in the fields had finished their work and came back. After having lunch, they went back to their dormitories to wash up, and then began to set up the venue for the conference, preparing to start the meeting on time in the afternoon.
Since the company had no meeting hall, they could only hold meetings in the open air.
Stools were borrowed from the cafeteria and various households and neatly placed in the open space in front of the office door.
A row of large red characters had been posted on the outer wall of the office, which read: May Day Labor Conference of the Eighth Company of Wufenchang.
The big characters were written by Jia Song and pasted with paste.
Yu Xiaoye helped Jia Song. After finishing her work, she found a layer of red paint on her hands. She suddenly had an idea and said to Jia Song:
"Brother Jia, can you give me a piece of red paper?"
"Take it—"
Yu Xiaoye returned to the office, picked up a few pieces of leftover red paper, and then called the five women from the yangko team into the office, saying with a smile:
"Aunts, let's put on some makeup and make it look festive."
As soon as Sai Jinhua saw the red paper in Yu Xiaoye's hand, she immediately understood what she meant:
"Okay, okay, let's paint our faces and lips. It looks better with some color!"
The other women finally understood what Yu Xiaoye meant, and they covered their faces with their hands in embarrassment.
"Oh, if you want to dance the Yangge, just dance the Yangge. Why put on makeup? You're old, it's embarrassing. Wouldn't people laugh their heads off when they see you?"
Widow Wang also blushed and said:
"Exactly. You said I'm a widow. I didn't even paint my wedding paper when I got married. Why should I paint my wedding paper now?"
Sai Jinhua said:
"You don't understand this. Who says widows can't paint? The more widowed they are, the more they should paint. Let's paint them beautifully. If anyone wants to laugh out loud, let them laugh out loud."
Sai Jinhua suddenly hugged Widow Wang from behind and strangled her arms.
"Little wild girl, come on, I'll hold her, you apply it on her quickly, hurry up!"
Widow Wang cried out in surprise:
"Oh, Sai Jinhua, you damned woman, please let me go——"
Yu Xiaoye didn't say anything and quickly took the red paper and put it on Widow Wang's face. With a wipe, a red spot appeared on Widow Wang's face.
“Hahahahahahahaha——”
Several women burst into laughter.
"Widow Wang is so pretty today, like an eighteen-year-old girl, her face is even more rosy and tender than our little wild girl's!"
Widow Wang's face turned even redder:
"You bastards, you'll die if you don't make fun of others—"
Yu Xiaoye smiled and said:
"Aunt Wang, please don't move. If you move, your face will be smudged. It will look like a monkey's butt and you won't be able to wipe it off. Stop moving!"
Widow Wang really didn't dare to move. She slowly stopped struggling and let Yu Xiaoye smear her face.
The red paper fades very quickly, and soon both cheeks were painted red.
Yu Xiaoye asked Widow Wang to apply the paint on her lips, but Widow Wang still refused and pursed her lips tightly to prevent him from applying the paint.
In the end, the other women painted their faces and lips red. Widow Wang didn't want to be different from the others, so she folded the red paper and dyed her slightly pale lips red.
Several women painted their cheeks and lips, all of which looked bright red. They looked at each other and laughed heartily, looking so happy.
Yu Xiaoye also put on some light makeup, but not as heavy as the aunties in the yangko troupe.
After the makeup was done, the delicate little face became even more charming and beautiful. The aunties gathered around her and couldn't help but pinch her little face:
"Look, our little wild girl looks better in makeup. We all look like old fairies, but our little wild girl is really pretty!"
There was no mirror in the office, so everyone could only barely take a picture of their reflection in the glass. Outside the window, a group of children were watching. When they saw the people inside turned red, like monsters in the book, they all laughed so hard that they couldn't straighten their backs. They ran out one by one and shouted, which attracted a group of people to lie on the window and look inside.
Yu Xiaoye simply pulled the curtains shut.
After Jia Song finished arranging the venue outside, he went into the office.
When he came in and saw the painted faces, he was startled, but then he reacted and said with a smile:
"I thought I had entered the Silkworm Cave."
"Ha ha ha ha--"
Jia Song came in and took the speech for the meeting. He looked at the five women nervously and asked:
"It's about to start. How are you? Are you nervous?"
The women had been laughing and joking for a long time and could not wait to go on stage. No one felt nervous at the moment, except for Widow Wang, whose hands were shaking a little.
Sai Jinhua knew what kind of temper Widow Wang had, so she deliberately said:
"Widow Wang, be brave! We've been rehearsing for a few days. There's nothing to be nervous about. Just follow me when the time comes!"
Widow Wang nodded vigorously and let out a long sigh.
Then, Jia Song took the speech and went outside.
The area outside was already full of people.
Eighth Company
All the farm workers of the team, including old employees and educated youth, as well as the families and children of the old employees, all sat outside, waiting to see what was happening as if they were waiting for a movie to start.
The old employees and their families all knew that the company was going to perform the yangge this year, and they all wanted to see the excitement of the yangge dance.
As for the educated youth, they were waiting and watching, wanting to see what kind of show Jia Song and the wild girl who had just arrived could put together without Wu Yanping's performance.
Wu Yanping and her group of female companions were also sitting in the crowd, and in the front row, waiting to see what kind of jokes Jia Song and Yu Xiaoye would make. However, they were also a little nervous. What if Jia Song and Yu Xiaoye really came up with something? Wouldn't that be a slap in her face?
By then, I'm afraid she will be the one who will be embarrassed!
This is what Wu Yanping is most worried and afraid of!
So Wu Yanping kept cursing in his heart, cursing that their performance would fail and all kinds of situations would occur!
Everyone has different thoughts.
The May Day meeting finally began.
The company leaders, the captain, deputy captain, instructor, statistician, quartermaster, women's director, platoon leaders, and propaganda officer Jia Song all sat in the open space at the front, facing the audience.
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