After returning to the village, Ao Muyang's melancholy disappeared. The village was too lively, especially on the beach near the pier, which was even more noisy.

Just now, he heard firecrackers set off on the pier on the mountain. It was set off by the opera troupe. On New Year's Eve, the village committee invited the opera troupe to add fun to tourists and the people in the village. They sang all lively operas.

Today is a special time, and the opera troupe charges a lot. From five o'clock in the afternoon to nine o'clock, the total charge is 20,000 yuan for four hours, which is at most a few thousand yuan.

But this is understandable. After all, today is New Year's Eve. If Longtou Village hadn't been famous now and Ao Muyang had a great face, the opera troupe would not have accepted it. After all, it was New Year's Eve a year, and everyone wanted to stay at home and reunite with their parents and children.

The opera troupe takes on this year's drama not mainly for money, but for fame. Longtou Village has received a lot of attention. Which opera troupe is playing here and its value doubles when it comes back.

However, Longtou Village usually does not invite a opera troupe to act because it is not necessary. It is just that this year, the fishing house in the village received a large-scale New Year’s Eve dinner for the first time, so it invited the opera troupe to help the fun.

The spacious stage is connected to a brand new pier, backed by the rippling sea, and in front of it is a vast beach dyed golden by the afterglow of the sunset, with a magnificent momentum.

The columns on the entire table are thick bamboo, the tabletop is flat, the curtain has been placed on it, and tables, chairs and props are placed. Two teams of martial artists are fighting on it. The hard bridge and hard horse are all real kung fu. Even if they don’t sing, they still won the audience’s applause.

After Ao Muyang arrived, people kept saying hello, including familiar villagers, strange tourists, and half-baked villagers. Anyway, the stage is open to the public, and anyone who likes to watch it can watch it.

The reason why the village committee invited the opera troupe to sing opera this year is that Hongyang had late New Year's Eve dinner, and most of them started eating at eight or nine o'clock. This way, there was a gap before the meal, so you could watch the Spring Festival Gala. But now the Spring Festival Gala is not exciting enough, so it is better to invite a opera troupe to come and be lively.

He expected that tourists would like to watch local social dramas, but it was not that this kind of opera was so beautiful, but that he had already figured out the temperament of tourists: most people were not so much traveling, but rather taking photos.

The troupe he chose was not the most affordable, the one who sang the best, or even the most famous. But after investigation, he found that their props and costumes were the latest, and they were definitely the most suitable for taking pictures.

Sure enough, many tourists in front of the stage held their mobile phones and cameras, and some were still recording videos...

In addition, some elderly people are indeed watching seriously. Now the main audience of social dramas is the elderly. There are movies, stage plays and concerts in the city, but there are no such social dramas.

Therefore, the elderly among tourists still like this kind of entertainment.

It was getting late and the sun set.

Some people are shooting the sunset by the sea, which is not easy. The sunset is very fast in winter. It is obvious that the sun was still hanging on the sea level before, but it disappeared in just four or five minutes, leaving only a touch of red afterglow.

A moon hung on the sky. When the moon appeared early, Ao Muyang knew that there would be no starry night sky tonight, but no one went to see the night sky tonight.

He whistled and called the general back, and walked home with one man and one dog.

"Leader, did you go home so early?" Quan Tao greeted him with a smile on his face.

Ao Muyang handed him a cigarette and said, "I've watched too many shows, it's boring. Go back and prepare for it, and have a big meal later."

Quan Tao looked at the sign on the cigarette, and after seeing the word "China" clearly, he didn't want to smoke it, but instead clamped it on his ear.

After Ao Muyang noticed it, he stuffed a pack of cigarettes he had just opened. Quan Tao's face turned red, like a purple eggplant: "Thank you, leader, I wish you a New Year's wishes come true, I wish our Longtou Village more and more prosperous! Under your leadership, everything is getting better and better!"

"I wish you all my wishes come true, and I wish your daughter good health." Ao Muyang responded with a smile.

Ao Zhiyi, who lives at the entrance of the village, was looking at the stage outside the gate. When he saw Ao Muyang talking to Quantao, his face changed and said, "Hmph, I really think of myself as a cadre."

His son Ao Qianxi said, "The boy from Qianyao family is now the village chief, and he is indeed a cadre..."

"The village chief is a nonsense cadre." Ao Zhiyi said disdainfully, "I said that the village chief and the village party secretary are the most basic waiters, serving the members."

"Yes, I mean he is just a village cadre, a small official who is so bad." Ao Qianxi said in accordance with his father's words.

He didn't win the favor of Old Ao Zhiyi even though he said this. The old man spitted thick phlegm on the ground and said, "Ah, you are not good, so you asked Ao Muyang to fight for the village chief. Until now, you are working in the city. Do you think this is worthy of our ancestors? What's the case with our family, the eunuchs..."

"A family of officials, dad, you should pay attention to the words on New Year's Eve."

"The family of officials and eunuchs is different? In short, you are not successful. Our family has been the village party secretary and the village chief for three generations. It's your generation. Oh, you, you, you are really not successful!"

Ao Muyang passed by the two of them and greeted them with a smile.

Ao Zhiyi did not look at him with a stern face and would never give him a good face.

Seeing this, Ao Muyang said to Ao Qianxi: "Uncle Qianxi, why are you unhappy with the old man again? Old man, be happier during the New Year, otherwise your ancestors would think you would not welcome them home when they saw it. Be careful that they will take you down to educate you."

Ao Zhiyi was so angry that he coughed.

Not far away is Ao Mukang's house, and he is also standing at the door. Ao Muyang looked curiously and saw Ao Xiaojun making noise in the yard: "Let me out, let me out!"

"Stay at home and help your mom cook, why are you going out so late?"

"I'm going out to play, I'll come back to have dinner later."

"No, you were so crazy that you were late at night on the 30th of last year. Don't want to go out tonight. I told you that it's useless to argue, so I'll block the door and see which of us can survive who!"

"Really? Dad, I'm only thirteen years old anyway, see who can survive who!"

Ao Muyang's family is lively, with Yan Qingcheng and his daughter, Zhong Cang and his three children, Heilong, Ao Zhibing, Lu Zhizi and his brother, and a group of hairy children. That is very personal.

Yan Qingcheng brought gifts to the general and the others, all in clothes. Zhu Zhu and Liumei spent half an afternoon changing them. Ao Muyang came back with the general. The two girls rushed over and changed the general's clothes.

The general's clothes were very majestic, a military uniform, with a star on his shoulders, a five-star general.

But the general was used to the martyrdom. He felt unhappy with the clothes on the boat. He rubbed against the wall and rolled on the ground, trying to take off the clothes.

Zhu Zhu was not satisfied, so she went to the kitchen to take out a kitchen knife and put it in front of the general. The general had to accept the reality dejectedly.

It was dark, and fireworks floated up in the night sky in the direction of the red ocean, and the sound of firecrackers sounded in the village, crackling endlessly, which was so loud.

It's New Year's Eve again.
Chapter completed!