The village chief directed the ice cubes to be placed on the four corners of the stage, and then brought dozens of stools over. Several large buckets of ice were also placed next to these stools.
These ice cubes were brought over by the Huang family, and there are still ice cubes.
After a while, the place was decorated like a theater troupe, and the troupe leader was also busy. Soon Mrs. Geng and Mrs. Huang arrived, as well as the brigade secretary and the village chiefs from other villages, except the village chief of Huangshi Village.
There were people around, not only from Huangjia Village, but also from several other villages.
Mrs. Geng said: "Ha! So many people are here?"
Mrs. Huang sighed and said: "The drought has been going on for so long, and people are numb. Fubao's idea is to let everyone relax."
Mrs. Geng sighed: "It's really difficult!"
Old Mrs. Huang couldn't help but murmured: "Those standing nearby are all people raised by Fu Bao."
Mrs. Geng had always known that Fu Bao supported some people, but she didn't expect so many. There seemed to be hundreds of them so densely packed there!
"So much, it's very difficult for this little girl." Mrs. Geng nodded.
Isn't it easy? This is simply not something that ordinary people can do, let alone a three-year-old child?
Bai Ji looked at Fu Bao drinking milk and almost burst into laughter. This milk baby was really different.
"Master, why are you laughing?"
Bai Ji quickly shook his head and said, "No, no, I just thought there were quite a lot of people here! The stage is set up in a decent way."
"Not bad, right?" Fubao was very proud, and after a while, the play started.
What is being sung is Peking Opera. When the gong sounds, Yu Ji (singing) - Ever since I have followed the king on his expeditions to the east and west, enduring hardships and toil, year after year. I only hate that the unruly Qin has devastated all living beings and made all the people miserable.
(The king returns to camp!)
Xiang Yu (singing) - He picked up several generals in the Han camp with spears. Even though he was brave, he was on guard against being buried on all sides. The general ordered Xiu to send out troops and return them to their camps.
Mrs. Geng clapped her hands and said, "This singing is so authentic, it can even compare with some big opera troupes."
Mrs. Geng used to go to the opera troupe to watch plays, but she couldn't help it that there were only a few kinds of entertainment in the capital. The singing in this opera troupe was better than those she had in the capital.
Fubao listened to this Peking Opera, something left by his ancestors. Years later, more and more people are chasing celebrities, but these things slowly disappear in the wheel of history.
The people around were mesmerized. After the performance of Farewell My Concubine, they performed "Silang Visits His Mother". Although there are many characters in the play, Yang Silang is the one who runs through it all.
Everyone was fascinated by it, but after singing two times, it was already dark and lanterns were hung around.
After the performance ended, no one was willing to leave for a long time. The brigade secretary's eyes were slightly red and said: "After our disaster is over, please invite this troupe to sing in the brigade. It has not been so lively for a long time."
It’s really been a long time. Now everyone doesn’t have enough to eat. How can they still have the energy to watch this?
Fu Bao also nodded. She looked at the many people surrounded by black energy in the crowd around her and sighed.
Suddenly bursts of crying rang out from the crowd: "Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu...It's worth it for me to see such a beautiful show before I die..."
"Yes! What else do you ask for?"
Suddenly someone shouted: "Oh no, someone fainted..."
Fu Bao walked over and saw an old lady fainted on the ground, her face pale. Fu Bao sighed, checked her pulse and said, "Milk, get some rice soup."
Mrs. Huang said with a sullen face: "Lin Jinhua, go back quickly and get a bowl of rice soup."
Soon Lin Jinhua went home and got a bowl of rice soup, while Lin Yan and Huang Hongmei were making dinner at home.
Lin Jinhua scooped up a bowl of rice soup and said, "Fu Bao asked me to come back to get it. An old lady fainted."
"Our Fu Bao is righteous, hey! Is one bowl enough?" Lin Yan asked.
"One bowl is enough..." Lin Jinhua hurriedly sent it to Fu Bao.
Fu Bao fed the old lady little by little with a spoon. After a long time, the old lady opened her eyes and said:
"Fu Bao, I know you, thank you! Hey! Everything is gone at home, and the rice is gone. I just thought that I could go to a show before I die, and my life would be considered complete."
Fu Bao felt sour in his heart, and just when he was about to speak, two more people fell down, both of them old people.
The brigade secretary shed tears when he looked at these old people, and the village chiefs even wiped their tears.
Fu Bao said: "Second Aunt, go get some more rice soup, isn't every household distributed with food?"
A village chief said: "We have been given food. Every household in our village has been given food, but...how can these old people be willing to eat it? They have all left it to their sons and grandsons."
If you want to live, you must make sacrifices. Most old people will give this hope of life to future generations.
Fu Bao looked at them and said: "Bring a bag of grain. No one from Huangjia Village is allowed to come to collect grain. Everyone else should stand still."
Fubao said that people in Huangjia Village were not allowed to come to collect grain, so no one would come to collect grain. Soon, those who had coal stoves at home brought coal stoves, and those who had pots at home brought pots.
Huang Wulang went home and moved a bag of coarse grains, and porridge began to be cooked at the entrance of the village. The aroma of porridge was exuding at the end of the village, and many people began to queue up to wait.
Some villagers also took out bowls from home and soon started serving porridge. Fu Bao kept picking among the crowd.
There were still a lot of gangsters mixed in with this group of people. Some people who could afford to eat hurriedly came over when they saw Fubao serving porridge.
Fu Bao pulled out the people inside, including Li Changsheng. Li Changsheng shouted loudly: "They can all distribute porridge, why can't we?"
"That's right!" dozens of people in the team who were pulled out shouted.
Fu Bao looked at them coldly and said, "In Huangjiacun, I can send it to whomever I want. If you have any objections, just hold it back."
"We don't have to drink, and they don't want to drink either." Li Chang said angrily: "Besides, you have to call me uncle! You little bastard."
Fu Bao said with a pop: "Uncle, what are you dreaming about? Uncle who sold his niece, where did you get your face?"
All the people in Huangjia Village gathered around him, looked at him and said, "What do you want to do? Do you want to sell Fubao again?"
Li Changsheng looked at Fubao and said, "I...I just came to see...the theater..."
After saying that, he turned around and ran away. The more than a hundred people who were left behind were all very hungry. When they saw the porridge, they wanted to go and grab it. Fubao said:
"Don't worry, everyone can get it today. From now on, Huangjiacun will distribute porridge every day, mainly to the older and younger people.
Those who have difficulties at home can come, but those who do not have difficulties should not join in the fun. "
Fu Bao looked at the people she singled out indifferently. Those people were not even in need of food!
Suddenly Huang Wulang picked out a few people from the crowd, and they turned out to be Huang Gou's family.
