Just when the three of them were in a panic, a crow flew out from the dead tree above them and croaked into the night.
In the open field, the crows' cries were shrill and harsh, but Jiang Zhi breathed a sigh of relief.
The presence of crows means that there is a dead person nearby. After all, crows not only eat birds and insects, but their favorite thing is carrion.
As long as the two corpses of Zhao Li's family are still there, it means that no one else will appear here again.
No matter how arrogant those refugees and rebels were, they would not stay next to two rotting corpses.
Hearing that there was no sound around them, Jiang Zhi and the others took courage and slowly approached...
An hour later, the three of them reappeared at the rope ladder on the steep slope. The withered grass cloaks had long been lost, the charcoal bowl for lighting was also missing, and the three of them were all wet with water.
Pulling the rope up the slope, I didn't even bother to wipe off the traces, and walked home in the dark.
Grandpa Xiaoman didn't even sleep. There was a bright fire in the shack. Hearing noises outside, Grandpa Xiaoman quickly opened the wooden door: "Xiaoman, are things done?"
"Uncle Chang Geng, the matter is done!" Jiang Zhi interrupted.
Little Man who was opening the door suddenly froze: "Is Er Ruiniang here too?"
His stooped waist slumped, thinking that Xiao Man had been caught by Jiang Zhi.
Jiang Zhi and the three of them entered the house tremblingly.
Little Man wanted to explain: "Er Ruiniang, that... Zhao Li and the others..."
Jiang Zhi shook her head. She was freezing to death in wet clothes. With a pale face, she stretched out her hands to warm herself by the fire pit. She said in a hoarse voice: "Uncle Chang Geng, there is no one down here. As long as it rains all night, there will be no traces on the road. Don't worry. !”
"That's good, that's good!" Mr. Xiaoman said with a stern expression.
Xiao Mannai brought a bowl of scalding ginger soup and murmured: "Er Rui Niang, Xiao Man Er Rui, you drink the ginger soup to drive away the cold first and then talk about it. This is the fate decreed by God. If you deserve it, die!"
I feel bad for not going down the mountain for a walk. The old man looks down on life and death. What he fears most is not death, but not dying well and not being able to be buried in peace.
The matter has been done, and it is not a good thing. Jiang Zhi and Xu Errui's faces are pale not only because of the cold rain, but also because they feel like vomiting because of the discomfort in their hearts.
After drinking a few sips of ginger soup to temporarily warm their stomachs, the two of them went home immediately.
At home, Qiaoyun is looking forward to it.
She knew what Er Rui and her mother were doing in the rain. She was alone at home at this time, so she closed the door tightly and waited until her mother-in-law and husband's voice finally opened the door with relief.
The room was warm. Not only had the kang been burned, but ginger soup had been cooked early.
"Mom, Er Rui, you drink ginger soup, I put the medicine that mom found in it and boiled it!"
Qiaoyun didn't know that the two of them had already had soup at Xiaoman's house. She was busy filling the bowls and said that there were old mugwort leaves that Jiang Zhi had found a few days ago.
"Qiaoyun, have you boiled mugwort?"
"Yes, mother, you said this mugwort leaf can dispel the cold, so I'll take it!" Qiaoyun explained hurriedly.
Why!
Mugwort has the effect of relieving pain and dispersing cold, and is also effective against wind-cold and cold.
But it can't be picked all year round. It can only be picked in late spring and early summer, before it blooms. Jiang Zhi saw a few dry mugwort plants the day before and put them away.
Although a few old leaves have lost their medicinal effect, I thought of boiling water to wash my hair and take a bath, which could relieve the itching, but I didn't expect Qiaoyun to put it into the ginger soup as medicine.
It doesn't matter if it boils over as long as it lasts. Jiang Zhi and Er Rui have already drank ginger soup.
Since Qiao Yun boiled the mugwort stalks, Jiang Zhi simply put other mugwort leaves and mugwort stalks on it, added water and boiled it. He and Xu Errui used the potion to wipe their bodies and change clothes to get rid of bad luck.
It was still very cold at night in March, especially the rainy night. Fortunately, the charcoal was burning in the house to keep me warm, and the kang was also warm.
Jiang Zhi not only took a bath, but also washed his hair with soap locust powder without fear of catching cold. He was still sleepy even though he was busy in the middle of the night, leaning on the heated kang in a daze.
She didn't dare to close her eyes. When she closed her eyes, she could see the swollen corpse in her mind.
Although it hasn't gotten warm here yet, the wildfires have changed the microclimate. It's equally cold in the morning and evening, and the temperature at noon is already close to ten degrees.
The corpse was burned by fire, and after several days of brewing, it became a giant view.
Fortunately, the specific situation could not be seen clearly in the dark night. The three of them just dug a shallow hole on the spot, pried the body in and buried it, but the stench that hit their faces was uncontrollable and penetrated their noses.
Corpse odor is the worst odor in the world, and once you smell it once, it will always be with you, and your sense of smell will always be in that horrible stench.
It's like now, even if you have washed your hair, taken a shower, and even the clothes outside have been thrown into the rain to wash away, you can still smell it...
vomit!
Jiang Zhi retched!
What frightened Jiang Zhi more than the stench was that she felt like there was a big problem with her cognition.
It has been more than half a month since I arrived in this body. I have been hiding from wildfires, looking for food, and digging rabbit holes, but deep down I have always been from the perspective of a bystander.
It also seems to be playing some kind of immersive development game, or a pastoral management game.
Even when Xu Errui protected herself during the mountain fire, she was only moved and did not really bring it into this era.
Even when I saw the body of Zhao Li's father and daughter-in-law a few days ago, I was afraid and excited.
Subconsciously, I still felt that in just one day, after the system automatically refreshed, the two corpses would disappear.
But... when she saw that the body was still there after a few days, the reality of it all frightened her!
vomit!
Xu Errui's vomiting next door seemed to be in a competition with her, with each sound getting louder and louder.
Jiang Zhi lay down and covered his ears with the quilt. His stomach was churning and his mind was in confusion.
She originally wanted to live casually like this, and when the male protagonist reaches the end of the play, she can get out of trouble.
But now that he thought about it, if anything happened to Nie Fantian, he would be trapped and die here.
It's not terrible that the soul is trapped in the body of this peasant woman. She used to live alone, but now she has two more family members, which is compensation.
What makes her feel terrible is that she needs to live the rest of her life in such poverty. This is simply a life worse than death.
Gosh!
Jiang Zhi beat his head in despair.
Modern people's thinking makes it impossible for her to truly integrate into this society, but in order to spend every day safely, she must learn to compromise and obey.
The sound of rain hits the stone roof, and the rustle is like nibbling, biting into Jiang Zhi's heart bit by bit.
She knew that she needed to truly integrate into this strange Yan Dynasty instead of listening to books.
The next morning, the rain didn't stop, and water lines were already flowing on the hillside, diluting the traces left by several people last night.
Xu Errui looked miserable. He originally had a big appetite like an ox and didn't want to eat. He just sat in the air vent under the eaves in a daze.
Qiao Yun frowned and looked at him worriedly: "Mom, what's wrong with Er Rui? He's been vomiting all night!"
Jiang Zhi was already eating at this time.
She glanced outside and saw Xu Errui retching from time to time, knowing that this hurdle would be impossible to overcome.
Thinking that my anti-vomiting effect is good, I still want Xu Errui to try it, but I... can't say it myself.
Thinking of this, Jiang Zhi pulled Qiaoyun and whispered in his ear.
Qiaoyun's eyes widened after just a few words, and he stammered: "Is this okay?"
Jiang Zhi deliberately lowered his face and raised his chin, gesturing for her to come over: "If you can't stop shouting, I will push him into the pit."
"Well, then I'll ask Er Rui to go over and try!"
Qiao Yun didn't dare to let her mother take action. With her mother's temper, she might kick Er Rui into the cesspool.
But she couldn't figure out why her mother wanted Er Rui to smell the excrement first and then come back for dinner.
If you smell feces, it should be as smelly as possible...can you stop vomiting?
