The sound of opera singing, the clatter of drums and gongs, and the chatter of the surrounding audience all mingled together, creating a cacophony.

But every mother has a special ability, that is, they can have a keen sense of hearing and judgment for their own child's voice in the vast sea of people.

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Yang Huamei suddenly stopped her feet and said, "Why did I hear Dabai crying?"

Even Sun and Yang Huazhong, who were leading the way, stopped to help Yang Huamei look around.

"Big White? Big White over there!"

Across the crowd, Mrs. Sun saw Bai running over here crying.

Yang Huamei also saw this, she put down the blanket in her hand and hurried over, squeezed through the crowd, and grabbed Bai's hand.

"How did your son get hurt? Which bastard dared to bully you like this?" Yang Huamei asked angrily.

Dabai, who was ten years old, was now crying so hard that she couldn't catch her breath. She raised her trembling finger towards home and stammered, "Grandma... Grandma is dead..."

"What are you talking about, it's a load of nonsense!" Yang Huamei interrupted Dabai's words.

The big white was still crying, hiding in Yang Huamei's arms, his body trembling like a sieve.

"No kidding, really, truly…"

Hearing this, Yang Huamei panicked and looked to Yang Huzhong and Lao Yangtou for help.

Old Yang stomped his foot and said, "Dabai is so old, he can't possibly be lying. Meimei, what are you still doing standing there? Go take a look quickly!"

Yang Huamei just came to her senses and sprinted towards home.

Tan hurriedly exclaimed: "Meili is such a scaredy-cat! Quickly, Lao San and his wife, go after her! Don't let Meili get frightened!"

Yang Huazhong quickly placed Tan Shi on the ground and said to Sun Shi, "Don't go there first. You go find Yongzhi and the others to come over and carry our mother home!"

After saying this, Yang Huazhong also quickly chased after Yang Huamei.

Here, Old Yang carried a lantern and shouted "No good! No good!" as he followed along.

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Because it was so noisy here, they couldn't hear what was going on and thought Yang Huamei and the others were just arguing.

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In a peasant household, it's not uncommon for them to fight every other day and chase each other all over the village.

Besides, the performance on stage was nearing its climax, so nobody really paid much attention.

Here, Yang Huazhong and Lao Yangtou encountered Wang Hongquan during the process of chasing Yang Huamei.

Wang Hongquan squatted on a nearby stone, squinting in the direction of the stage, humming along with the music and clapping to the beat.

Seeing Lao Yang walk over with a lantern, Wang Hongquan quickly smiled and greeted Lao Yang: "Uncle, where are you going? Why don't you watch the play?"

Old Yang turned his head and saw it was Wang Hongquan. He hurried over and said in a low voice, "You still have the heart to watch the show here? Your wife has something wrong!"

Before the play had ended, word spread throughout Changping Village of what had happened to Qian's wife: she had hanged herself in the back room of their home.

Now, there were half as many people watching the play at the village entrance stage.

Those who were more timid immediately called their children and neighbors, packed up their small stools, and hurried home.

Those who are a bit bolder came to the Wang family's place to watch the excitement.

Some loyal theatergoers stayed in front of the stage until the curtain fell.

Yang Ruqing was originally sitting in a warm tub at home reading when Xiaoyu came in from outside and said this, Yang Ruqing immediately put down the book in her hand and went out to look for Luobaobao to come back home.

Xiaoyu said, “I just came from the stage. I heard about this and quickly brought her back. Now she has gone to her grandmother's room to play.”

Yang Ruqing said, "Fortunately you brought it back. Are my parents at Wang's place?"

Xiao Yu nodded.

Yang Ruqing said, "I'll go take a look."

"Sister, aren't you afraid?" Xiaoyu asked.

Yang Ruqing said: "I've seen too much life and death, and I've killed people. There's nothing to be afraid of."

"I just don't understand, why would she hang herself out of the blue? I saw her a couple of days ago, and she was waving at me, smiling happily." she said.

Xiaoyu sighed, her face full of confusion.

Yang Ruqing said, "I'll go take a look. I might as well bring my mother back with me. My mother is timid."

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Xiaoyu said, "Sister, you go ahead. I'll draw some water in a bit and bathe the baby and put him to sleep."

As Yang Ruqing walked to the entrance of Lao Wang's courtyard, she heard cries coming from inside.

There are men's, women's, and children's.

She hesitated outside the courtyard, especially when she heard Xiao Hei's insistent calls of "Grandma...,"

She suddenly thought of her great-grandmother, Grandma Sun.

Thinking of Gapo lying stiff and cold on the doormat back then, no matter how much I called her, she wouldn't respond with the same loving tenderness as before.

Yang Ruqing's eyes warmed, she turned her head to wipe away the moisture from the corner of her eyes, then took a deep breath before stepping into the Wang family's gate.

On the left side of the courtyard is Wang's kitchen and firewood shed, the two rooms connected together.

Right now, the shed door was half open. Inside it was pitch black, but moonlight streamed in from a small wooden window on the side, casting patches of light.

Either completely dark or completely bright, this small patch of light was surrounded by endless darkness, making the recently deceased man's hut even more eerie and frightening.

As if in the darkness, She stood there, her eyes icy cold, watching the people coming and going at the door.

Thinking of this, even Yang Ruqing, who was used to life and death, couldn't help but withdraw her gaze. She felt a chill down her spine and under her armpit, so she quickly quickened her pace and entered the main hall of Wang's house.

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The main hall of the Wang family had been converted into a mourning hall. As soon as you entered, there was a white cloth hanging up, and in front of the white cloth were two tall stools. On top of the stools was a door panel.

The woman lay straight on the door panel, her face covered with a yellow piece of straw paper.

Both hands were placed in front of the body, each clutching a sheet of grass paper.

　　A clay basin was placed above her head. Inside the basin, there were burning ashes of paper money. Wang Zhuanzi knelt in front of the basin, crying and burning paper while tears and snot streamed down his face, falling into the basin together.

Yang Ruqing's eyes immediately fell on the purplish-red mark on Chuanziniang's neck. She frowned, turned her face away, and began searching for Yang Huazhong and Sun Shi in the crowd.

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Yang Huazhong and a few other men, including Lao Yangtou, were sitting at a table by the side, accompanying Wang Hongquan.

Wang Hongquan also cried until he was a mess, his beard covered in tears and snot.

Then Sun Shi was beside Yang Huamei, wiping tears and comforting her.

Wang Shuanzi's two older sisters also arrived, and several women cried together.

Yang Ruqing hurried to Yang Huamei and Sun's side, silently accompanying them.

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