After the rice was planted, Yan Qiuyu asked Zhang Dashan to take good care of Yan Xiaoan, and he left home.
After seeing off the master early in the morning, Yan Xiaoan cheered again, "Brother Dashan, let's go take a look to see if there is any juggling in the next village."
"How do you know there is one?" Zhang Dashan didn't know about this yet. He was tired from farming in the past two days. It was thanks to this young man's resistance that he might not be able to get up.
"My master told me." Yan Xiaoanti slipped into her small bag and put it on her shoulder. There were not many pastries, just enough for today.
"Then let's go take a look."
By the time the two of them walked over, it was almost noon. Because there was a theater troupe from out of town, the entrance to the village was very lively. In addition, there were also people from the surrounding villages, and there was a small market. Not much different.
There was a constant stream of hawking sounds from merchants from other places, and Yan Xiaoan was dazzled for a moment.
It was a bit more lively than the last time we went to the town. Next to the shed set up by the troupe, there were several food stalls. After being tired from playing, the two of them found a table and sat down and ordered two portions.
"Do events like this happen here often?"
Zhang Dashan shook his head, "It can only happen once a year, but I heard from Aunt Cuixiu that the son of the village chief here is getting married, so he invited people from the theater troupe. Maybe everyone can take this opportunity to come together." of."
"That's it."
"Otherwise, in this village, there won't be much liveliness throughout the year. It's probably because there are a few wealthy families, and something happens, that there's such excitement."
"That's right." Yan Xiao'an nodded, thinking that it was often shown like this on TV. Only rich people have time to enjoy this kind of excitement, while poor people only worry about whether they can have enough to eat.
"Hey, the rice has just been planted, but I don't know how the harvest will be this year." The two aunts at the next table started chatting about the crop fields as soon as they sat down.
"I told you, sister, just be content. I heard from the troupe that when they came from the north, there were places there that had not seen a drop of rain since the New Year, and how many crops had been lost. Damn it."
“This is a day that doesn’t allow people to live, but it’s also fate.”
When he heard this, Yan Xiaoan's heart suddenly twitched for some reason, as if he had realized something, and his eyes became hot and red.
Zhang Dashan quickly noticed something was wrong with her, "Xiao An, Xiao An..." He called twice but got no response, and then touched her again.
"Ah..." Yan Xiaoan shook for a moment before coming back to his senses, "What's wrong?"
"What's wrong with you? You suddenly feel like you've been hit by something evil."
Yan Xiaoan raised his hand and rubbed his eyes, "Oh, I'm fine." He just felt flustered for no reason.
"This is how God forces these people..."
"Bah, bah, bah, dear sister, please stop talking. If God hears it, it will be a big deal."
The two people at the next table walked away while talking. Zhang Dashan naturally heard it and said casually, "These things, I heard my mother say when I was a child, there were people who lived here, and they were all miserable people. "
"Yes." Yan Xiaoan agreed.
After the two of them watched a play and played for a while, it was already dark when they got home, and there was a figure sitting at the door of the courtyard.
"Aunt Cuixiu?" Zhang Dashan wondered why she was sitting there.
"You two are back, go and eat quickly." Zhang Wang Cuixiu picked up the bag and walked in with the two of them.
"Auntie, are you here?"
"Your second uncle greeted me before he went out to take care of you two. He said that you didn't know how to cook yet. Didn't I just make it for your uncle and bring it to you two?"
"That's it." In fact, the two of them had almost eaten after playing in the next village for so long. It was just someone else's kindness. Zhang Dashan didn't have the nerve to shirk it, so he picked up the cake and took another bite.
If Yan Xiaoan wasn't him, this would be really unbearable.
"What's wrong with Xiao An?" After all, it was the woman who felt distressed. Seeing that Yan Xiaoan's face was not good, she asked with concern.
"It's okay, Auntie, I'm too tired from playing today, so I thought it would be best to rest early."
As soon as Yan Xiaoan finished speaking, there was suddenly a faint sound of blowing and beating outside.
"What's that noise outside?" Yan Xiaoan ran out curiously.
Zhang Dashan happened to put down the cake and followed, and Zhang Wang Cuixiu followed the two children out.
"There's nothing exciting. It's still cold at night. Come inside quickly."
The sound of the suona was quite far away, and it sounded a little uncomfortable. Zhang Wang Cuixiu wiped her face and sighed.
"Is he dead?" Zhang Dashan said casually.
"At the foot of the mountain, the news of the death of your sister-in-law Wenxia's family came back at noon today. No one could send him back, so he was buried outside."
"Brother Chunsheng is dead?" Zhang Dashan was stunned, obviously not believing it. After going through it in his mind, he realized that this man was only seven or eight years older than himself. How could someone just say that he was gone?
Zhang Wangcuixiu: "In the past two years, many people have gone out to make a living. Some have been away for several years without even hearing from them."
"But this is too sudden." Zhang Dashan still couldn't believe it.
"I heard from the village chief that he encountered a riot by the victims on his way back and was killed by accidental injuries."
Victims riot? Yan Xiaoan's face wrinkled. There is indeed a saying that dogs will jump over the wall when they are anxious. In that case, some casualties cannot be avoided.
"Today, when Xiao An and I went to the theater, we heard people talk about the drought in the north. Last time I went back to the city, my mother-in-law still talked about it, but I didn't take it seriously."
Zhang Dashan was always a happy-go-lucky person, so naturally he rarely took these things to heart. It was only when things happened around him that he finally realized the seriousness of the disaster.
"I see, this is just the beginning. Alas, let's not talk about it anymore. Let's go back to the house. I have to go back and serve my man." Zhang Wang Cuixiu sent the two of them back to the house and left.
This time when he returned to the house, Yan Xiaoan was even less in a good mood. Zhang Dashan also lost his smile and returned to the house with a sad expression because someone he knew died in a foreign country.
The master was not here, and Yan Xiaoan felt uncomfortable and sleepy. He looked at the sound transmission bell on his wrist, but he didn't want the master to miss the business because he was worried about him.
I don’t know which page I turned to in the book on the table, but I couldn’t read a single word. After I closed my eyes in confusion...
Surrounded by biting cold air and noisy voices, the adults seemed to be saying something with their cracked dry lips.
Yan Xiaoan couldn't hear clearly, so she tried hard to see clearly, but it was still in vain.
Along with the sudden crying and screaming from the crowd, Yan Xiaoan's eardrums suddenly hurt and he opened his eyes suddenly.
Yan Xiaoan let out a long breath, and there was sweat on his forehead. In the end, he just comforted himself. Maybe he heard too many things today, so he thought of such a scene. He just needed a sleep.
