Chapter 428 The Forgotten Dead

Shen Jie walked to the right wing and saw a large pool of blood on the floor and bed. There was a strong smell of blood in the whole room.

He immediately stepped forward to check on this woman.

"The person is dead, what's the use of you still crying here. Go and cook us some food. I'll help you deal with the funeral."

This old woman in her fifties said with an unkind expression:

"What can you do?"

"I'll take care of the rest, don't you care?"

He said coldly.

The woman saw that he was tall and had an extraordinary appearance.

For a while, besides listening to him,

What other options does she, an old woman, have.

Maybe if this person hadn't woken her up, she would have died in this place.

When the old woman was choosing vegetables in the field behind the house,

I saw this young man digging in the ground there. The ground in her backyard was made of many years old black soil and was very hard.

She looked around carefully. Fortunately, the piece of corn was thick and strong enough, and the place where the man dug the soil was tightly blocked by the surrounding corn stalks.

As soon as the sun came out, the weather got hot, and there was no wind at all in the air. People who stayed there were sweating profusely in no time. It was a huge difference from the previous days when it seemed like they had entered the cold winter.

His dark gray short-sleeved shirt was completely wet from the front to the back.

The cicadas in the surrounding dense trees were extremely noisy.

As a person who dislikes summer so much, he feels tortured in such an environment.

After he dug a pit two meters deep, he couldn't bear the feeling of sweating like rain anymore.

Moreover, there was a lot of mud all over my body, and I didn’t know when I was bitten by a mosquito on my arm. It was extremely itchy.

However, when he walked in through the small door of the back room where the sun was shining brightly,

The instantaneous temperature difference is extremely large.

He clearly felt the transition from scorching heat to severe winter, and couldn't help but sneeze.

He saw that the right wing was locked,

The smell coming from the yard is particularly fragrant.

The chicken meat is being cooked, and there is a smell of chili in the air.

This spicy braised chicken and meat soup is obviously one of his favorite dishes.

Especially since her stomach was empty at the moment, her hunger was particularly strong.

He immediately walked towards the incense house,

As soon as Shen Jie entered, he saw two little girls gathered around the pot.

"There is chicken and meat to eat! I want to make rice with soup and eat several big bowls."

The little girl was jumping up and down, looking very happy.

This scene looks very warm.

"Old man, has the meal been cooked?" Shen Jie asked.

"The chicken will be ready soon," the old woman said.

Her face should have been smoked by the fire from the pot door, and there was some black ash on both sides of her cheeks.

"Uncle, the stir-fried pork with beans and tomato soup are ready."

The older girl opened the white hijab next to the big vat and saw two large bowls filled with steaming bowls of vegetables.

"I'll take it over and eat it first."

Shen Jie said something without waiting for her to agree or not.

The two little girls also followed him and walked towards the door of the back room.

There are hens in the yard looking for food on the dirt, and they cluck "cluck" and "cluck" from time to time.

Seeing someone coming, it fluttered and flew to the shelf in the corner.

Shen Jie opened the lid of the big pot, and a thick mist hit his face.

The rice cooked in this big pot has a circle of rice cakes around the pot.

Especially for millet grains, each grain is not very filling.

There are also some small spots stained by dark color and molt on its top.

Now that he is so hungry, he feels that as long as he chews a few more times, he should soon be able to taste the sweetness of starch.

"What are you doing here?" Zhu Jia looked at the little girl next to him.

"I'll bring you food."

This eight or nine-year-old girl spoke with some righteousness, like a reasonable adult.

Shen Jie glanced at her, feeling quite pitiful for her.

He filled a bowl of rice for himself, and a small bowl filled with rice for her.

"Why do you have so much more than me?"

The little chubby girl said something dissatisfied again, and then walked away looking unhappy.

"Don't fight." The old woman shouted from the pot door.

"knew."

The edge of the bowl was a little hot, so she held it in turns with both hands, looking cautious.