Back To the Small Fishing Village In 1982

  The Tianhou Palace has already started singing a big show, babbling, standing at the door, he has already heard it.

   It is a familiar high-level play!

  Actually, he didn’t go to the theater much in his previous life, but in this life he couldn’t hold on to the old lady’s radio, and it would play every two or three days.

  At this time, the Tianhou Palace was also crowded with people, heads next to each other, and the inside was full of people, surrounded by three inner floors and outer three floors.

  The front row of the stage was full of children, and the whole row was full of black heads.

Ye Yaodong managed to squeeze in with the child in his arms, counted which row his house was in, and then moved to Lin Xiuqing's side amidst the scolding, handed the child to her, and was urged by a group of people behind him. Evacuate immediately.

  Everyone was fascinated by watching the play, and suddenly there was a mouse dropping, and they were very depressed and angry. Ye Yaodong also knew that he was hindering others, so he consciously left immediately.

Although the Thean Hou Temple has started to sing operas, there are still many hawkers waiting there with small stalls at the entrance, because the children can't sit still, they run around after a while, the adults are watching the theater, and they can't stand the children begging. If you want, you will give them a few cents and send them away for a while.

  As soon as Ye Yaodong came out, he got on his bicycle and went straight to the town.

   Along the way, I patted my pockets from time to time to see if the paper is there?

   If this is lost halfway, he will not be able to write a second one outside!

   Fortunately, the pockets of his trousers were deeply sewn, and the bicycle kept moving with both legs, but the paper in the pockets did not fall out.

  He randomly found a stationery store, bought the cheapest envelope, folded it and stuffed it in his pocket, and waited until the gate of the border guard station before he stuffed the report letter into the envelope.

  By the way, I stuck out my tongue and licked the edge of the envelope, and it stuck!

  Seeing that there was no one at the door, he stuffed it into the letter box, and then ran away on his bicycle.

  If you want to participate in smuggling, you also need a background.

   Now he has done what should be done, and then he is resigned to fate.

   It just so happened that he didn't go to sea in the past few days, so he could listen to the news at home. There were a lot of people going to and from the villages in the past two days, and it is estimated that the news should circulate quickly. If there is any news, he should know it soon.

   I don’t know how my new ship is docked at the town pier?

  Did those **** from Luzhou Island come to the town pier to find a boat?

   I guess I won’t be able to recognize which ship it is when I come here. Basically, the ships built today are almost the same template, but the length and size are different.

   There are a lot of boats similar to the ones he picked up, not to mention that he painted them with gaudy paint, so it’s no wonder he can still recognize them.

   It's all here, and he rode his bicycle and stopped by the pier for a walk.

He docks his fishing boat at the small pier of Hairun. There are too many fishing boats on the big pier every day. He can’t come and drive for several days. more.

  The red, white and black ships are quite eye-catching, among the ships, they can be distinguished from a distance.

  Ye Yaodong stood the bicycle on the side, got off the bicycle and leaned against the bank to take a closer look. The color did not fade much, mainly because they did not paint the red paint below the waterline enough.

The hull above the water level is painted black. At most, when there are waves, it is stained with a few hits. It has not been soaked in the water all the time. The degree of fading is not bad. The two lines of white and red on the top are both Perfect, no color mixing.

  Ye San only overflows the edge color, but it is not a big problem.

   After taking a look, he was also relieved.

All is ready except for the opportunity.

  When the Mazu Temple finished singing the big show, he asked his mother to let the wind out. These days, his mother will be wronged and held back.

   Feeling very happy, he pedaled his bicycle and walked back.

  The warm wind blowing against the wind made his heart soar.

  When going downhill, he stood up from the bicycle and fluttered in the wind, feeling refreshed.

  However, when he just rode to an intersection, he overheard two men talking, and the wind directly passed into his ears.

   "How can I find this? It's gone..."

   "Let's treat a dead horse as a living horse doctor, after all, it is a boat, and we are all brothers..."

   "I wasted a day to get a pack of cigarettes. I went back and stopped looking for it..."

  Ye Yaodong was so surprised that he couldn't help but slow down his cycling speed, but he didn't hear anyone say anything after that.

   He muttered in his heart, probably someone from Luzhou Island, acquainted relatives and friends came out to help find the boat?

  Judging from the tone of the voice, it seems that I am quite impatient to help you find it. If you can find it, you will be a ghost.

  He smiled smugly, and smiled smugly~

  Can't find, can't find~

   It didn't take long to go out, because he was impatient, and he pedaled his bicycle very fast. When he returned to the Mazu Temple, he was still singing there.

   Look at the time, there is still half an hour, he is really efficient!

   Write for an hour, go for an hour, and watch a play for half an hour when you come back.

   I don’t know where the village committee invited the theater troupe. The Gaojia opera singing is quite authentic, and the villagers are all fascinated by it.

  Gaojia Opera is a local traditional drama in Quanzhou and Xiamen, Fujian Province. It is one of the traditional local dramas of the Minnan language family and a typical representative of the local culture of southern Fujian. It has a great influence both at home and abroad.

  The birthplace is Quanshi, Fujian Province. It originated from a popular costume parade in the rural areas of southern Fujian in the late Ming and early Qing Dynasties to dress up Liangshan heroes and perform martial arts skills.

  At the end of Ming Dynasty and the beginning of Qing Dynasty, in the farming and fishing villages along the coast of southern Fujian, every time there were god-welcoming competitions and festive festivals, the villagers would dress up as Liangshan heroes and parade in the village, occasionally performing short performances on the spot.

  Fujian Province is the province with the most gods...

  People from Fujian province are also the best at saying goodbye...

  Because of the movement in the past few years, the troupe was forced to disband, and a large number of veteran artists and literary workers were sent to the countryside.

  After the re-opening in the past few years, the Gaojia drama troupes in various parts of southern Fujian have resumed one after another, and there is a trend of revitalization again. You can see that they are doing important things in the village, and you will know when they invite the troupe.

  Ye Yaodong stood in the last group of people, leaning on the pillar, and rarely listened carefully.

  Today’s show is "Riding a Donkey to Visit Relatives", which is a comedy. After the show, the folks were still unsatisfied and applauded enthusiastically.

  The venue that was originally only filled with theatrical sound suddenly became noisy and noisy. Everyone was talking about the good-looking drama, all kinds of praises, and they also said that they should come earlier at night.

  Ye Yaodong was also the first to squeeze into the crowd to pick up his wife and children.

  Ye Chengyang hugged his thigh excitedly, "Father, watch it well, it's so lively."

   "You still understand?"

"Fart, I just sat there and ate. After eating, I ran around. When I was tired from running, I came back and sat for a while. After resting enough, I ran out to play again. I just came back and applauded." Lin Xiuqing was rude. Yes, expose the youngest son.

   "Hey~ That looks good too."

  Ye Yaodong pinched his puffy little face, "It's true that it's delicious and fun."

   "Yeah, when Guoguo comes back, I want to tell Guoguo."

  Ye Chenghu cried loudly X1

   "Then your brother is going to die of anger!"

"ah?"

  Ye Yaodong smiled and led the younger son and the old lady to the corner, "Let's stand in the corner and let them go first, so as to save people from crowding. Is my daughter good?"

Lin Xiuqing smiled, "She's quite obedient, she eats a lot, sits there motionless, her eyes don't blink, she keeps staring at the opera, but she's serious about it, I don't know if she understands it .”

  Ye Yaodong pinched her little nose, before she frowned and protested, he stopped, "Does it look good, my dear?"

"Um!"

   "Haha, you really understand."

  Unexpectedly, Ye Xiaoxi ignored him after answering, and just lowered his head to look around, Lin Xiuqing almost couldn't hold the little fat man.

   "There is nothing to eat, so there is no need to look for it."

  Ye Yaodong saw that she was struggling to hold her, so he quickly took the child and held it in his hands.

   "Let's go, there are a little less people at the moment."

  Ye Chengyang jumped and walked ahead, but after a while he bowed his head and squatted down, and ran back excitedly, waving the money in his hand.

   "Mom, I found a dime!"

  His face was flushed with excitement, and he was so excited that he almost jumped up.

  Lin Xiuqing was also pleasantly surprised, "Are you so lucky? Can you still get money?"

   "Yeah, that's a lot, a dime!"

  Happily, he clutched the banknotes tightly, almost lost his way.

   "I must tell Guoguo later, it's great, and I still have money to pick it up!"

  Ye Chenghu cried loudly X2

   "Hahaha, yes, you must tell your brother and share it with your brother."

   "Hmm..." He nodded happily, "Let me go and see if my brother is back?"

   As soon as he said that, he scolded him and ran away immediately.

  Singing from 1:30 to 4:00, just after school at 4:00, when they got home, Ye Chenghu almost rushed back, probably jumping around depressed, and didn't want to go to school tomorrow.

  Ye Yaodong smiled as he walked, "There must be money on the ground here."

   "So easy to pick up?"

   "Sure, there are so many children. Adults can't stand the children begging and making noise. They will definitely dig out their pockets. Someone will lose money."

   You can still pick up money these days, but after a few decades, you can pick up **** money.

"That's true."

   "When Ye Chenghu is rolling around, send him here to pick up money, and he will be clean."

  Lin Xiuqing was happy.

   "You really know him."

   "Of course, don't look at whose son it is?"

   "Like father, like son, you were also like this when you were young, right?"

   "How is it possible? When I was a child, I was a bully. With an old lady who is a powerful sword, I always respond to requests. Where do I need to roll?"

The old lady also heard Le Huahua from the side, and kept nodding, "Yes, I fought every day, and when I came back covered in mud, I hid in my house, and slept with me at night, for several days in a row, lest he Mother hit him."

   "From then on, he just slept with me. When he was ten years old, he moved to sleep with his two older brothers. But when he got into trouble, he still sneaked into my house."

  The old lady recalled that when he was a child, his face was also flushed, and his eyes narrowed with a smile.