Chapter 716: Placing Anonymous Reporting Letters

There was already a big show going on in the Tianhou Palace, and he could hear it even as he stood at the door.

It’s a familiar high-level drama!

In fact, he didn't go to the theater much in his previous life, but he couldn't stand the old lady's radio in this life. She would play it every three days, and he was already very familiar with the tune.

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

The front row of the stage was full of children, and all in one row were black heads.

Ye Yaodong finally squeezed in with the child in his arms, and counted the row where his seat was. Then he moved to Lin Xiuqing's side amidst the scoldings and handed the child to her. Under the urging of a bunch of people behind him, Evacuate immediately.

Everyone was mesmerized while watching the show. Suddenly, a piece of mouse droppings appeared, and they were all very depressed and angry. Ye Yaodong also knew that he was disturbing others, so he consciously got out immediately.

Although the opera had already begun at Thean Hou Temple, there were still many vendors waiting there with small stalls at the entrance. The children couldn't sit still and were running around after a while. The adults were excited to watch the opera and couldn't bear the children's begging. If they want, they will give them a few cents and send them away to stay for a while.

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

Along the way, you also patted your pockets from time to time to see if the paper was there?

If this was dropped halfway, he wouldn't be able to write a second one outside!

But fortunately, the pockets of his trousers were sewn deep, and the paper in his pockets did not fall out even though his legs kept moving while pedaling on the bicycle.

He randomly found a store that sold stationery, bought the cheapest envelope, folded it and stuffed it into his pocket. When he arrived at the gate of the border guard station, he stuffed the report letter into the envelope.

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

Seeing that there was no one at the door, he stuffed it into the mailbox and hurried away on his bicycle.

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

This time he did everything he had to do, and then he resigned himself 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 many people traveling to and from various villages in the past two days. It is estimated that the news should circulate quickly. If there is news, it should be known soon.

I wonder what will happen if my new ship docks at the town dock?

Have those idiots from Luzhou Island come to the town dock to look for a boat?

You probably won't be able to tell which boat it is when you come here. The boats built now are basically the same template, but the length and size are different.

There are a lot of similarities with the boat he picked up, not to mention the gaudy paint he painted on it, so it's strange that they can be recognized.

After arriving, he rode his bicycle to the pier for a walk.

He docked the fishing boat at the small pier of Hairun. There were so many fishing boats coming in and out of the big pier every day that he could not come for several days. It was better to park at the small pier. Generally, boats that did not come in or out for business were docked at the small pier. More.

The red, white and black ship is quite eye-catching, and among the other ships, it can be distinguished from a distance.

Ye Yaodong stood the bicycle on the edge, got off the car and leaned on the shore to take a closer look. The color did not fade much, mainly because they did not paint the area below the waterline because there was not enough red paint.

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

Only the edges of the word "Ye San" are overflowing, but it's not a big problem.

After taking a look, he was relieved.

All is ready except for the opportunity.

After the Mazu Temple finished singing, he asked his mother to let the news out, and he had to hold it in for a few days.

Feeling happy, he pedaled his bicycle back again.

The warm breeze blowing in the wind made his heart soar.

When going downhill, he stood up from the bike and swayed into the wind, feeling so good.

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

"How can we find this? It's gone, it's all gone..."

"Let's treat a dead horse as a living horse doctor. After all, we are a ship and we are all brothers..."

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

Ye Yaodong was so surprised that his riding speed slowed down involuntarily, but he didn't hear anything else said after that.

He murmured in his heart, maybe someone from Luzhou Island, some familiar relatives and friends came out to help find the boat?

From the tone of the words, it seemed that he was impatient to help find him, so that he could find the ghost.

He smiled proudly, and smiled triumphantly~

Can't find it, can't find it~

It didn't take long to get out. Because he was impatient, he pedaled the bicycle very fast. When he returned to the Mazu Temple, the babbling and singing were still there.

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

I can write for an hour, go there for an hour, and come back and watch a play for half an hour.

I don’t know where the village committee invited the opera troupe from, but the Gaojia opera was quite authentic, and all the villagers were fascinated.

Gaojia Opera is a traditional local drama in Quan City and Xia City, Fujian Province. It is one of the traditional local dramas of the Southern Fujian language family. It is also a typical representative of the local culture in Southern Fujian and has a great influence at home and abroad.

The birthplace is Quan City, Fujian Province. It originated from a kind of costume costume that was popular in 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 the Ming Dynasty and the beginning of the Qing Dynasty, in the farming and fishing villages along the coast of southern Fujian, every time there were gods-welcoming games and festivals, villagers would dress up as Liangshan heroes and parade in the village, and occasionally give short performances on the spot.

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

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

Originally, due to the movements in previous years, theater troupes were forced to disband, and a large number of famous old artists and literary and artistic workers were sent to the countryside.

After the reform in the past few years, Gaojia drama troupes in various parts of southern Fujian have been restored one after another, and there is a trend of revitalization. You will know if their villages do big things and hire drama troupes.

Ye Yaodong stood in the crowd at the back, leaning against a pillar, listening carefully and rarely.

Today's performance was "Visiting Relatives on a Donkey", which was a comedy. After the performance, the villagers were still interested and applauded extremely enthusiastically.

The venue, which was originally just the sound of a drama, suddenly became noisy and noisy. Everyone was talking excitedly about how good the drama was, praising it, and saying they had to come earlier in the evening.

Ye Yaodong also immediately squeezed into the crowd to pick up his wife and children.

Ye Chengyang hugged his thigh excitedly, "Dad, it looks good, it's so lively."

"Do you still understand?"

"Shit, I just sat there eating. After eating, I ran around. When I was tired, I came back and sat for a while. After I had enough rest, I ran out to play again. I just came back and applauded." Lin Xiuqing was not polite. Yes, expose the younger son.

"Hehe~ That looks good too."

Ye Yaodong pinched his pink face and said, "It's really delicious and fun."

"Hmm, I'm going to tell Guo Guo when Guo Guo comes back."

Ye Chenghu cried loudly X1

"Then your brother is going to be so angry!"

"ah?"

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

Lin Xiuqing smiled and said, "She is quite well-behaved. She eats a lot. She sits there motionless without blinking. She keeps staring at people singing operas. She looks at them very seriously. I don't know if she understands. .”

Ye Yaodong pinched her little nose, but before she could frown and resist, he stopped, "Doesn't it look good, my dear?"

"Um!"

"Haha, you really understand."

Unexpectedly, Ye Xiaoxi ignored him after responding. She just lowered her head and looked around. Lin Xiuqing almost couldn't hold the little fat man in her arms.

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

Seeing how hard she was holding her, Ye Yaodong quickly took the child and held it in his hands.

"Let's go, there are a little less people now."

Ye Chengyang jumped ahead and walked in front, but after a while he lowered his head and squatted down, then ran back excitedly and waved the banknotes in his hand.

"Mom, I found a dime!"

His face was flushed with excitement, and he almost jumped with excitement.

Lin Xiuqing was also pleasantly surprised, "Are you so lucky? Can you still find money to pick it up?"

"Hmm, that's a lot, a dime!"

He was so happy that he clutched the banknotes tightly, almost losing his way.

"Be sure to tell Guo Guo later, it's great, there's still 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 he said that, he acted like a fool and ran away immediately.

They sang from 1:30 to 4:00, and school ended at 4:00. By the time they got home, Ye Chenghu had almost rushed back. He was probably jumping up and down in depression, and he didn't want to go to school tomorrow.

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

"Is it so easy to pick up?"

"Absolutely. There are so many children. If adults can't stand the children asking for trouble, they will definitely dig their pockets. Someone will always drop money."

You can still pick up some money these days, but after a few decades, you won’t be able to pick up as much money.

"That's true."

"When Ye Chenghu is playing around and rolling around later, send him to pick up the money and everything 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. Was it the same when you were a child?"

"How is that possible? I was a little bully when I was a child. With the old lady here, Shang Fang's sword is here, but she always responds to requests. Why do I need to play around?"

The old lady on the side also became happy when she heard it, and kept nodding, "Yes, yes, she fought every day and hid in my room when she came back covered in mud. She even slept with me at night for several days in a row, for fear of him. Mother beat 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 came into my room."

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