Morning after morning.曟
The sun rises from the eastern sky as usual.
As always, it shines warmth into the world.
But I don't know why.
Today's Juyang is bright and sunny.
But it always gives people a feeling of gloom.
In the past, there were always several main roads dotted with people rushing to make a living.
Today, there is a sense of depression everywhere, and few people can be seen.曟
However, in Liangcang Street, which was several streets away, there were extremely long lines that stretched as far as the eye could see since before dawn.
"It's already time, why haven't you come yet?"
At the front of the long queue, a thin, middle-aged man with a pained expression looked anxiously at the closed door of the grain store in front of him.
The cracked palms were tightly covering his chest.
I am afraid that all the savings hidden in my chest will be accidentally left behind or stolen by the damn thief.
Thinking of the rice vat at home that has bottomed out and the wife, children and mother who are waiting so hard.
The anxious look on the middle-aged man's face became increasingly palpable.曟
Since entering the city a few days ago.
He visited almost all the grain stores in Juyang City.
But every time I look at the price of food, which is more than double the usual price.
But he still couldn't bring himself to spend all his belongings to buy it.
Later, I accidentally heard that the county governor was going to convene big households at Wangyue Tower to discuss food prices.
His heart instantly became hot.
I secretly made up my mind to wait until the Wangyue Tower Cultural Conference is over and the price of food drops to buy two or three shi of food and transport it home to eat slowly.曟
Unexpectedly.
The literary meeting at Wangyue Tower ended the night before yesterday.
In the early morning of this day, not only did food prices not drop by a penny.
On the contrary, the tide is rising one by one.
If you don't buy it now, you won't be able to buy two or three stones with the wealth in your hands.
I'm afraid I can't even buy half a stone.
But just as he was about to cry without tears, he gritted his teeth, stamped his feet, and walked into the grain store with all his belongings.曟
The clerk at the grain store kicked him out without asking.
And hang a sold out sign in front of the grain store.
From noon to You hour yesterday.
For several hours, he pulled the old cart from one grain store to another as if he was distracted.
But as far as the eye can see, there are all the bright and extremely dazzling Sold Out signs.
Just when he was filled with despair and was planning to end it all.
Suddenly there is a rumor that a new grain store will be opened on Liangcang Street in the south of the city tomorrow.曟
And on the first day of business, food prices were 20% cheaper.
Suddenly heard the news.
A little hope instantly ignited in the middle-aged man's heart.
He immediately pulled the old cart and after many twists and turns finally arrived in front of the new grain store.
Waiting eagerly for the new grain store to open.
And this wait.
It lasted all night long.曟
God knows how the middle-aged man spent this freezing night.
It's almost time and it's dawn.
As we looked at Chen Shi, the sun came out completely.
It's time to look at it, and the sun is already three poles high.
But the closed door of the grain store showed no sign of loosening.
The middle-aged man with an anxious face couldn't help but feel a deep sense of despair in his heart again.
"Why haven't you come yet! Why haven't you come yet!"
"Could it be that you regret it and don't plan to sell it?"
"No, no, there are so many people queuing up here, it's impossible not to sell."
"But it's already this time, why haven't you come yet?"
"I don't know how my mother and the others are doing."
"When I came out, there was only one and a half bushels of old grain left in the house."
"how
manage! What should I do! "
"If it doesn't work out, just sell the land!"
"No, no, the price Master Chen gave is too low."
"And after selling the land, what will we do next? How will our son get married? Who's daughter is willing to marry a man who doesn't even have land!"
"Straight bitch! I can't live anymore now! How can I care about the future?"
"Why haven't you come yet? Please come quickly, I have money! I have more than two taels of silver!"
The middle-aged man kept chattering restlessly.
It seems to be on the verge of complete collapse.
However, several people behind him showed no reaction at all.曟
His eyes were filled with numbness.
Since February, the number of people driven crazy by high food prices has increased every day.
These days, they have seen too much.
They are even very likely to become the next people driven crazy by high food prices.
At this time, they were unable to secure even one-third of an acre of their own land.
Where does the leisure and elegance come from to care about other people's frost on their tiles?
Just when the middle-aged man was about to collapse completely.曟
The closed door, which had remained motionless as a mountain, finally began to loosen.
In an instant, the exclamation spread from ten to ten, from ten to hundreds, and from hundreds to thousands.
When the door panel is gone, mountains of yellow millet piled inside are revealed.
For a time, several long queues in the entire Granary Street became restless.
One after another, hungry-looking people stared at the mountains of millet with red eyes.
Just when the chaos started to appear in the long dragon.
The middle-aged shopkeeper with a big belly slowly walked out of the backyard of the grain store, surrounded by more than 20 or 30 waiters.曟
And each of the twenty or thirty grain shop clerks had a shiny steel knife in his hand.
"New store opened!"
"Limited to one thousand stones!"
"Three taels of silver per stone!"
"One day only! Sold out!"
The middle-aged shopkeeper with a big belly announced loudly and proudly.
As soon as this statement came out.曟
Several long queues on Granary Street came to a standstill for an instant.
After counting the interest.
The sound of increasingly heavy breathing erupted.
"let's start."
The potbellied middle-aged shopkeeper nodded with satisfaction, and then gave instructions casually.
The words are over.
Several workers came quickly holding scales and other objects.曟
"Come on, come on."
"How many stones do you want?"
One of the guys pointed arrogantly at the middle-aged man from before.
"I...I only have two...two taels and seven dollars..."
"Please...please sell me a stone, please...please..."
The middle-aged man tremblingly took out a rag handkerchief from his arms.
It revealed more than a hundred copper plates and several grains of broken silver wrapped inside.曟
"Two taels and seven cents for one stone of grain?"
"If you don't wake up, go home and go to sleep."
"My time is being wasted here."
"What is it, rolling?"
The grain store boy glanced at the blackened silver fragments in the rag handkerchief and waved his hand impatiently.
The seventh-rank official in front of the prime minister's door.
Although he is just a clerk, he is backed by a big family tree.曟
Although the years of famine are not easy to live with, there is no danger of starvation.
When you see someone who is inferior to you, your inner sense of superiority instantly explodes.
"Do you want to buy it or not?"
"If you don't buy it, get out."
"If you don't get out, don't blame me for calling someone."
Seeing the dull look on the middle-aged man's face, the grain store clerk became increasingly impatient.
"Buy, buy, buy."
"Kudou! Give me nine buckets!"
The middle-aged man came to his senses instantly after hearing this, and hurriedly handed the rag handkerchief to the grain shop clerk.
Compared with his family's three taels of silver and one stone, the price of three taels of silver and one stone here is already a price that is out of reach.
It is true that in the past, two taels and seven dollars could buy at least three stones of grain and still have more than enough.
But this time and that time.
"Two taels and seven cents are collected, and nine buckets of grain are given."
The grain shop clerk glanced at the middle-aged man, and then took the rag handkerchief with disgust on his face.曟
Pick out the broken silver and put it into the silver scale.
After the number of broken silver and copper plates is correct.
The grain store clerk shouted, pretending that someone was coming to fill him with grain.
"Next."
After the middle-aged man carried nine buckets of grain.
The grain store clerk immediately shouted again.
On the other hand, look at middle-aged men.曟
Place the grain on the old cart and secure it properly.
He immediately pulled the cart and ran towards the outside of Granary Street lifelessly.
As he ran forward, he looked back frequently, fearing that someone was following behind him.
Two quarters of an hour later.
A remote place on a street several streets away from Granary Street.
The middle-aged man sat down on the moss-covered damp ground, panting.
With mixed emotions in his heart, he looked at the sack containing nine buckets of grain on the old carriage in front of him.曟
"Straight bitch!"
"This damn world!"
I do not know how long it has been.
The middle-aged man, who finally managed to catch his breath, angrily grabbed a handful of moss.
While swallowing the moss hungrily, he whimpered and cursed the damn world.
Not long after.
The middle-aged man, who felt a little full, carefully put away the moss beside him.曟
For him, this is "dry food" on his way home.
Wait until the moss is completely gone.
The middle-aged man pulled up the old cart with a look of regret on his face.
He quickly walked toward the city gate step by step.
...
...
It was almost midnight and the sun was shining brightly.曟
It is ten miles outside the south gate of Juyang City.
The middle-aged man was panting and pulling an old cart as he trudged along the official road.
Every time he took a step, the middle-aged man would curse weakly.
It seems that this is the only way to keep walking.
"If my wife knew that two taels of silver only bought nine measures of grain."
"I'm afraid we'll have to have another big fight."
"But what can I do in this world of bastards?"
"Don't buy it? If you don't buy it now, there won't be anywhere to buy it if you want to buy it later."
"Don't buy it? If you don't buy it, the whole family will go hungry."
"Damn this world, damn female businessmen, damn errands! Damn Mr. Chen!"
"Every good thing! You should deserve to be a thief! You deserve to die!"
"Why didn't the thunder in the first month kill you bunch of bastards?"
"Why don't the river burst its banks and drown you bastards?"
"What a bastard! The sky has no eyes!"
"Repay the thief's one stone of grain, three taels of silver, and three cars of six thousand silver."
"If you are a thief, you won't buy it today, but tomorrow there will still be a lot of people buying it for one stone of food and four taels of silver."
"A businessman who earns so much dirty money is not afraid of spending it all."
"That is to say, I am now married to an old man and a young man."
"Try it when I'm younger!"
"If you're a straight bitch and don't cut me off, if you kneel down and call me daddy, I won't call you Song Laosan!"
"A bunch of bastards! Haha!"
Song Laosan was panting and wiped the beads of sweat on his forehead.
Sitting feebly on the old cart.
Although he didn't have the strength to continue cursing, he was still chattering angrily in his heart.
Two quarters of an hour passed in a flash.
When Song Laosan swallowed several balls of moss, he managed to regain some strength.
Immediately he got up again and walked step by step along the official road towards home.
"There are still five or six miles to go!"
"How come I don't feel so far away when I'm a straight girl?"
At the same time, Song Laosan was blabbering angrily again.
It seems that this is the only way to express the resentment in my heart.
It seems that this is the only way to continue walking,
Just when Song Laosan was only three miles away from home.
Song Laosan once again sat slumped on the old cart.
Breathing heavily and panting.
Not waiting for him to regain some strength again.曟
Suddenly there was the slow sound of horse hooves in the distance.
"Hey, you're so cool as a straight bitch."
"When will I be as cool as him?"
"God, please give me a horse."
"I've never ridden a horse in my life."
"It's okay to give him a donkey if I can't."
"With the donkey, at least I don't have to pull a cart like an animal."
Song Laosan sat slumped on the cart, panting and looking at the man on horseback who was slowly approaching in the distance.
His eyes were full of envy.
Not long after.
The man on horseback suddenly stopped his horse in front of Song Laosan.
"Food bought from the city?"
The man on horseback dismounted and asked with a smile.
"Shocked."
I saw a man on horseback approaching slowly, and he even mentioned food in his words.
Song Laosan's heart tightened for a moment, but then he thought about how someone who even had a horse would care about his mere nine buckets of grain?
"yes."
"You don't know how evil the grain merchants in the city are now."
"Just this little food cost me all my belongings."
"That's a whole twenty-two-seven cents! Just give me nine buckets of food."
"Do you think he has a bad conscience?!"
"That's pretty cheap! There are even worse ones, one stone of grain costs three to two six cents!"
Song Laosan gradually relaxed and complained endlessly as if he was familiar with it.
"One stone of food and three taels of silver is indeed a bad conscience."
"In that case, why don't you buy it in town?"
The man on horseback asked, pretending to be concerned.
"Buy it in town?"
"That straight girl..."
"Ahem."
"I don't want to go that far to the city either."
"But Mr. Chen doesn't sell grain, he only exchanges land for grain!"
"And you only get one bucket of grain per acre of land! It's still old grain!"
"What do you think I can do? What can I do?"
Song Laosan, who was about to yell loudly, suddenly had a sudden idea and quickly changed his words to say that he was about to cry without tears.
"Mr. Chen?"
"Is your home from Chenjia Town?"
"Then you ran far enough."
The man on horseback paused for a moment, then pretended to sigh.
"Who says it isn't?"
"Oh! Let's stop talking. I have to go back quickly."
Song Laosan sighed heavily, then stood up and patted his butt before leaving.
Unexpectedly.曟
He just got up.
The man on horseback who had "had a great time talking" suddenly stepped forward.
A dagger shining with cold light was directly exposed in the wide sleeves.
"Puff!" A sound came out.
The dagger penetrated Song Laosan's chest directly.
Another one
There was a soft "puff" sound.
The man on horseback drew his dagger and took two or three steps back.曟
Song Laosan was left with a face full of disbelief, helplessly covering Bobo's bleeding chest.
"Straight... straight bitch!"
"Old... How have I offended you?"
"You...you are the Chen family's bitch?!"
Song Laosan panicked and wanted to run, but his legs were as if they were filled with lead and it was difficult to move at all.
Full of despair, Song Laosan strangely retained some clarity, and cursed angrily with difficulty.
"Offended me?"
"No, I just think you deserve to die."
"As for the Chen family you're talking about?"
"You're not even worthy of carrying my shoes."
The man on horseback looked at Song Laosan, who was bleeding profusely, with a joking look on his face.
His eyes were full of indifference.
The words are over.
Song Laosan couldn't help but cursed angrily and fell straight onto the cart.曟
The blood that spilled out instantly dyed the sack containing nine buckets of food red.
When Song Laosan completely lost his life.
The man on horseback slowly stepped forward, pretending to be a fight.
Wait until everything is over.
The man on horseback calmly picked up the sack and placed it on the horse's back.
Then he got on his horse and walked straight towards the woods in the distance.
Two quarters of an hour later.曟
The nine buckets of grain that Song Laosan had paid for were buried in the woods very casually by the man on horseback.
Not long after.
The man on horseback came out of the woods with a harmless look on his face.
As before, he rode his horse leisurely and strolled fifteen miles away from Juyang City.
at the same time.
On the remote official road leading to Chenjia Town.
A middle-aged man in coarse linen clothes was struggling to walk along the bumpy official road with a wet fishing net in one hand and two palm-sized fish in the other.曟
Arriving soon.
An old trolley suddenly appeared in the middle-aged fisherman's sight.
There was a person lying faintly next to the cart.
The middle-aged fisherman was shocked, took a few deep breaths, and then walked quickly towards the old cart.
"ah!"
"Death! Death! Death! Dead people!!!"
Before he could even get closer, the side of the cart was covered with black and red bloodstains, causing him to step back in shock.曟
In the panic, even the fishing net he relied on for survival and the two small fish he had worked so hard to "grab" were left behind on the official road.
After retreating a full forty or fifty steps, the middle-aged fisherman finally regained his composure.
If it weren't for the fact that I still miss my fishing net and small fish subconsciously.
The middle-aged fisherman may have turned around and fled.
"anyone there!"
"Something happened! Something big happened!"
"People are dead! Come quickly! People are dead!"
The middle-aged fisherman mustered up the courage to shout several times.
But now it's outside Juyang City.
Almost everyone is doing their best to prepare for the next disaster.
They may go to the city to buy food, work for others, go up to the mountains to hunt and dig wild vegetables, or go down to the river to fish and catch snakes and insects.
Where can I have the leisure to wander on the official road?
No one was seen for a long time.
And the way ahead is the only way for him to return home.曟
If you go around far, it will definitely consume a lot of energy.
Moreover, the fishing nets on which we depended for a living and the small fish that we finally "grabbed" were still ahead.
Thinking about this.
The middle-aged fisherman sighed heavily, then mustered up his courage and walked forward.
After picking up the fishing net and small fish.
The middle-aged fisherman's steps quickened in vain, as if he wanted to get away from the cart in the shortest possible time.
But I don’t know why.曟
hasty
At a quick glance, the man lying in a pool of blood seemed familiar.
"Song...Song Laosan?"
The middle-aged fisherman looked at it a few times by mistake.
It was these few glances that directly made his face turn pale.
The person lying in a pool of blood was none other than Song Laosan from the same village.
"Didn't Song Laosan go to the city to buy food?!"
"Why did he die here?"
The middle-aged fisherman shouted in panic.
The words trailed off.
The middle-aged fisherman hurriedly covered his mouth and looked around several times quickly.
After seeing no one, he still worried and ran forward with his head down.
For a while.
The hundreds of steps around the old cart were once again as dead as before.
Less than half an hour later.曟
Suddenly, a large number of people came from Songjia Village in the distance.
A thin young man with blood-red eyes was carrying an old woman with white hair on his back.
He was supporting a middle-aged woman with white hair on her temples and a look of pain on her face as she trudged to the front of the team.
And behind him.
Dozens of people followed in a mighty manner.
However, almost all of the dozens of people behind him had white temples and painful faces.
Not long after.曟
The thin young man stood in a daze more than 20 steps away from the old carriage.
"Dad...Dad..."
The tears that the thin young man had endured for a long time finally burst out.
The middle-aged woman with white temples next to him had a black eye and collapsed to the ground.
"Son...my son!"
"That...that's my son!"
"Guangxi, Guangxi, that's your father! Your father!"
"Let's go! Guangxi is going to see your father! Let's go!"
The old woman on Song Guangxi's back was full of tears, and her pale lips were covered with blood marks from just biting her.
The old woman continued to slap Song Guangxi as if she felt no pain at all.
"Mom...Dad..."
Song Guangxi stared blankly at Song Laosan, who was lying in a pool of black and red blood not far away, and then hurriedly knelt down to check on his mother who had completely fainted.
"San'er, mother is here, mother is here."
"Don't be afraid San'er, mother is here, mother is here."
The old woman got off Song Guangxi's back with difficulty and staggered towards Song Laosan who was lying in a pool of blood.
A distance of just over twenty steps.
But it seems like a lifetime is so long.
When the old woman walked to the old carriage.
He has exhausted his life's energy.
"San'er, please open your eyes. Mom is here. Mom is by your side. Please open your eyes and look at Mom."
"San'er, just take one look at mother, okay? Mother, please."
The old woman collapsed beside the old carriage and crawled towards Song Laosan little by little on her hands and feet.
"San'er, mother, please, please don't let the white-haired person give the black-haired person to me anymore, okay?"
"Open your eyes and see if mother is okay."
"Mom is wrong. Mom will never stop you from joining the army anymore."
"Just open your eyes and look at mother."
"One glance...just one glance is enough, okay San'er."
"Even if you don't look at Mom, do you think Guangxi likes it?"
"Guangxi is already 23 this year, and we haven't gotten married yet. How dare you leave!"
The old woman crawled to Song Laosan's side and shook Song Laosan's body feebly.
But no matter how it shook, Song Laosan never made any movement from beginning to end.
Tens of breaths later.
The old woman suddenly raised her palm.
He was frantically moving towards Song Laosan, and no one was there.
He was slapped all over his face.
"You bastard! You beast! Open your eyes!"
"Open your eyes, you beast!"
"I will make you cruel! I will make you not open your eyes!"
The old woman fanned Song Laosan again and again.
With each blow of the fan, the old woman's complexion turned pale.
The villagers behind him finally recovered from Song Laosan's death.
Even though several people endured their discomfort, they hurried forward.
But don't wait for it to come closer.曟
The old woman suddenly fell down on the body of Song Laosan.
"Old aunt!"
Several people did not dare to delay and stepped forward quickly.
But when it comes close.
The old woman had already given up her life.
"Guangxi! Guangxi! Come and see your grandma!"
"Guangxi! Come here quickly!"
Seeing these people, they were stunned for a few breaths, and then they couldn't help but turned around and shouted.
However, at this time, Song Guangxi seemed to have never heard of it.
He sat slumped on the ground with his eyes blank, holding the middle-aged woman in his arms tightly.
The middle-aged woman in his arms also lost her breath.
"Guangxi! Come and see your grandma quickly!"
"Your grandma is gone! She loves you the most!"
Next to the old trolley, a middle-aged man roared loudly with red eyes.曟
"Brother Huzi! Stop shouting!"
"Guangxi's mother... Guangxi's mother is gone too."
Beside Song Guangxi, a middle-aged man sniffed and choked.
"What! What did you say!"
“The third child’s wife is also gone?!”
Song Hu staggered and almost tripped over the old trolley, but he still looked at the person behind Song Guangxi with disbelief.
Wait until he nods again.曟
Song Hu staggered again and finally sat down on the old cart.
"It's a thief! The third child was killed, and the old aunt is gone."
"The third son's wife is also gone."
"A good home will be gone if you leave it."
"What kind of world is this straight bitch like?"
Song Hu sat slumped on the old cart, beating the old cart again and again.
Not long after, traces of blood oozed from his fists.曟
And it seemed as if he couldn't feel the pain at all.
Still beating the old cart again and again.
It seems that this is the only way to make him feel better.
For a while.
The cart is within a hundred paces.
There was no sound except for the occasional whimper.
Dozens of villagers in Songjia Village seemed to have a big stone stuck in their hearts.曟
I do not know how long it has been.
The sound of several horse hooves suddenly came from the official road in the distance.
The moment I heard the sound of horse hooves.
Song Hu hurriedly looked up.
I saw five government servants surrounded by a carriage running quickly.
There was another person beside the driver.
That person was clearly the person who came to report to the official from Songjiacun.曟
See this.
Song Hu hurriedly cheered up and stepped forward to greet him.
Not long after.
The carriage quickly stopped three steps away from the old carriage.
The first yamen servant hurriedly got off his horse and walked to the back of the carriage.
"Li Wuzuo."
The first Yamen servant opened the curtain and bowed to pay his respects.曟
"There is money to be made to make a living."
An old man with gray hair slowly walked out of the carriage.
Behind him, a young man followed him holding a small box like a medicine box.
Don't wait for Song Hu to greet you.
Li Wuzuo took his young apprentice and went straight to the couple next to the old carriage.
"Please take the old lady aside first."
Li Zuoxing came closer, looked at it a few times, and then turned his head to look at Song Hu.曟
"Ah, okay, okay."
Song Hu was stunned for a few breaths and then quickly stepped forward and moved the old woman's body away.
Wait until the old woman's body is removed.
Li Wuzuo squatted down and reached out to check the temperature of Song Laosan's body.
Then he untied Song Laosan's coarse linen clothes.
As the linen clothes were untied one by one.
A rag handkerchief and several balls of moss mixed with soil appeared in front of everyone's eyes instantly.曟
"Oh, another miserable person."
Li Wuzuo let out a long sigh, and then stood up again with a serious look on his face.
"A sharp blade wound on the chest."
"This is a fatal wound, and the murder weapon should be a dagger."
"The body of the deceased was still slightly warm, and the blood stains all over his body were brownish red."
"The time of death should be around two hours."
"The bruises on the back of the head, three on the left arm and four on the right arm, a total of seven scratches, as well as two kick marks on the left calf and abdomen."
"Assuming that the perpetrator can forge it after the death of the deceased."
Li Wuzuo clapped his hands and stood up, then looked at the young apprentice beside him who was holding a langhao pen and kept recording.
After the apprentice has finished recording.
Li Wuzuo took the Langhao pen and the autopsy book, and then walked towards Qian Shatou not far away.
"Money catches the head."
"It doesn't look like it was done by the same person."
Li Wuzuo walked closer and handed the autopsy book and wolf-hair pen to Qian Catcher.曟
"It doesn't look like it was done by the same person?"
"That's troublesome!"
"This is already the eleventh today."
Captain Qian frowned and took the autopsy book, and then he wrote his name on the autopsy book.
"It's been a bit rough lately."
Li Wuzuo took the autopsy book and the pen and sighed with melancholy.
Not long after.曟
The yamen servants and widowers came and went in a hurry.
It's a hurry to go again.
Except for several condolences and scene remarks.
Not a single trace was left.
"well."
"Did you die in vain?"
"A good family is ruined like this?"
Next to the old carriage.
Song Hu stared at the direction where the government servant disappeared for a long time with mixed emotions.
"This damn world!"
After an unknown amount of time, Song Hu gradually came back to his senses. He cursed angrily and then walked towards the ground where he was still slumped.
Song Guangxi walked away, holding the middle-aged woman tightly with his eyes dull.
"Hiro...Hiroyuki."
"First...bring your parents and your grandma home first."
As Song Huxing approached, he felt his mouth go dry.
"Home?"
"Uncle Huzi, I...do I still have a home?"
Song Guangxi slowly raised his head and asked with difficulty.
"Uncle Tiger..."
"I have no home, I have no home!"
Before Song Hu could answer, Song Guangxi's red and swollen eyes once again shed two lines of tears.曟
"well!"
"This is the way of a bastard!"
Song Hu's nose felt sore when he heard this, and he couldn't help but slap his thigh. Apart from scolding him repeatedly, he couldn't say anything else.
"Guangxi, listen to your Uncle Huzi and take your parents and your grandma back first."
"Yes, Guangxi, we can't let your parents and grandma stay here all the time."
"Guangxi, go back first. One day we will catch the bastard who killed your father!"
"Guangxi, take your parents and your grandma back first. Let's take care of the aftermath first and wait for the rest.
We will talk about it after your parents are laid to rest. ‖
"Guangxi listen to your second master, we will talk about the rest later."
For a time, all the villagers in Songjia Village came forward to comfort him.
Although Song Laosan has a bad mouth and a bad mouth, his popularity with Songjia Village is not bad after all.
And the people in Songjia Village, old and young, all have some ties to it.
Song Guangxi heard this and gently put down the woman in his arms.
He slowly stood up, then knelt down heavily and silently kowtowed three times.
Not long after.曟
The emaciated Song Guangxi gritted his teeth.
Step by step, he pulled the old cart and moved towards Songjiacun with great difficulty.
And lying on the old truck were his parents and grandmother, who he could never wake up again.
Around the body.
Dozens of villagers from Songjia Village followed each other silently.
Unless they are cruel and unwilling to help.
Rather.曟
This car can only be pulled by Song Guangxi.
at the same time.
On another remote official road more than ten miles away from Songjiacun.
A man on horseback carried three bags of grain on his horse with an indifferent expression.
"The twenty-seventh one."
"I want to see who can kill more than me today."
The man on horseback grinned, then got on his horse and walked calmly towards a remote place.曟
And behind him.
Several people in coarse linen clothes fell motionless in a pool of blood with their eyes wide open.
