Splendid peasant girl busy farming

Chapter 11205

Because he was still wearing clothes, and the kind of black round landlord hat stuffed with cotton that the old men in the village usually wore in winter...

Not only did Yang Ruoqing look dead at first glance, but the other villagers who followed her also leaned their heads to look into the pit and were all frightened.

"dead!"

"Drowned!"

"No way? The water only reaches my ankles!"

"Turn it over quickly and see if it's the old man from Huansheng's family?"

"father?"

  Along with the villagers' exclamations, Huansheng let out a shrill scream, rushed to the pit, and knelt down with a thud!

Yang Ruoqing turned her head and looked at Huansheng with a strange look: "This is not your father, this is a fake person. As a son, don't you even recognize your own father?"

Huansheng was stunned in the middle of crying, staring blankly at the dummy soaked in the puddle.

"What's going on? Isn't this my father? Then why is he wearing my father's clothes and hat?" Huansheng muttered to himself.

His words also made the villagers who were watching nearby suspicious and surprised. There were all kinds of whispers and discussions. Ten out of ten people had their own guesses, but there were already nearly thirty people at the scene, so there were thirty guesses.

Yang Ruoqing looked at Zhou Bao, who was the first to discover the dummy: "Brother Zhou Bao, tell me what happened."

Zhou Bao said, "Okay Qing'er."

He pointed at something in the puddle and said loudly, "We came here to conduct a thorough search according to your instructions, and then we saw smoke coming out of this area."

"Smoke? What kind of smoke?" Yang Ruoqing asked.

Zhou Bao said: "It was the black smoke from burning things, and I also smelled the smell of burning paper money."

  Burning paper money?

Yang Ruoqing frowned secretly.

Apart from being soaked in water, there were no signs of burns on the dummy, and there was nothing similar nearby.

Where does the black smoke and smell come from?

Zhou Bao went on to say: "We followed the black smoke and the smell all the way to the outside of the forest, and then we saw the puddle and the things in the puddle."

"When we first saw it, we thought someone had drowned here and we both cried out of fear..."

As he said this, Zhou Bao glanced at two people in the team behind him.

The two men blushed and lowered their heads, not wanting to look at Zhou Bao or everyone else.

The other man still looked a little pale. When Zhou Bao called him out, he patted his chest and said with lingering fear: "It looks too much like a real person. Who wouldn't be scared when seeing this?"

Fortunately, it happened in broad daylight, and the bright skin was eye-catching, and it took a dozen people to find it together.

If a person goes out alone at night to find a toilet and sees this scene, wouldn't he be scared to death?

"Pull the dummy out first." Yang Ruoqing ordered.

Everyone took action immediately but were stopped by Yang Ruoqing.

She pointed at Huansheng, who was still kneeling on the ground, wiping his tears and snot, and talking to himself sadly: "You come and fish it out."

Huansheng raised his head and stared at Yang Ruoqing blankly, a little confused.

Yang Ruoqing said nothing, staring at Huansheng coldly.

No one else said anything, and they all looked at Huansheng with cold eyes.

Huansheng wiped his tears and snot, got up from the ground, and said to everyone: "Yes, yes, it's my turn to fish it out. You all have been helping me look for my dad for half a day and you're all tired. I'll fish it out..." Huansheng went down into the puddle. The water in the puddle was indeed very shallow, just reaching Huansheng's knees.

He leaned down and grabbed the dummy, fished it out of the puddle, and laid it flat on the grass.

Everyone gathered around and saw clearly what was going on with the dummy!

It turned out that it was filled up with cotton in a long cloth bag, and then he wore Huansheng's father's cotton-padded jacket on the outside, tied his cotton trousers tightly, and put a hat on his head. When he was put into the puddle, it absorbed all the water and became wet. It looked like a heavy, real person lying under the puddle.

Huansheng bent down, hugged the wet thing in his arms, and cried loudly: "Dad, Dad, Dad, where are you? Which son of a bitch stole my dad? God damn it!"

Huansheng's crying surprised everyone.

Could it be that someone sneaked into Huansheng's tent and replaced the sick old man?

  Why would anyone bother to do something like this?

"This is unlikely. If it was a fat white boy, I would believe it. But why would someone steal from a sick old man? To confess? Did they have to be kicked in the head by a donkey?" Someone in the crowd quickly reacted and refuted Huansheng to his face.

Huansheng did not refute, but continued to hold the mannequin and cry until he was convulsing.

It is said that men don't shed tears easily, only because they haven't reached the point of being sad.

Seeing Huansheng like this, everyone, including Yang Ruoqing, was a little shaken.

A person will never cry to such an effect unless he is crying from the bottom of his heart.

If he cried like this just because of acting, it means he is a movie emperor.

But Huansheng is a country guy who looks honest on weekdays and his family is very poor. Could he have the talent to be a movie star?

Therefore, Huansheng must have cried like this out of genuine emotion, and his crying was so sympathetic that it was impossible to equate him with an unfilial son.

In this situation, anyone with a soft heart probably wouldn't have the heart to interrogate him any further.

It seems that this kind of interrogation would hurt the heart of a truly filial son and cause him secondary harm.

But I'm sorry, but I have to do what I have to do. This is Yang Ruoqing's principle.

"Brother Huansheng, please don't be too sad. If you want to find your father as quickly and effectively as possible, please control your sadness and cooperate with me to answer a few questions first."

Huansheng seemed to be immersed in sadness, completely isolated from the outside world.

After Yang Ruoqing finished speaking, Huansheng did not move. He just sat there hugging his fake father, his eyes were dull, his face was pale and haggard, his beard was untidy, and there were many more wrinkles at the corners of his eyes.

Someone nearby was soft-hearted and couldn't help but try to smooth things over: "Qing'er, ask him another day. I think Huansheng can't bear it anymore..."

Yang Ruoqing glanced at the villagers who were trying to smooth things over and said, "It's freezing cold. I believe that what Brother Huansheng, a filial son, is thinking about is definitely not his own health, but his seriously ill and aging father. Brother Huansheng, what do you think?"

This time, Huansheng's eyes finally moved.

He suppressed his grief and nodded, saying to Yang Ruoqing: "As long as I can find my father, I won't frown even if you ask me to do anything, even if it means jumping into a frying pan!"

This kind of cake was too greasy and Yang Ruoqing didn't even want to listen to it.

She only asked a few questions she wanted to ask: "First, do you sleep in your own tent at night? Or do you sleep with the old man?"

Huansheng said: "I used to sleep on the floor next to the old man's bed at home in the village. When I went to the grassland to avoid disaster, conditions did not allow it, so I slept in my own tent. But I would go to the old man's tent before going to bed, at midnight, and at dawn to serve him water and help him relieve himself."

Hello dear readers, I am Xiaoyu.

I have been a bit slack in updating recently, mainly because of some health issues.

How can I put it? I can describe it in one sentence. Xiaoyu doesn't have the fate of a great god, but she has the disease of a great god. I have periarthritis of the shoulder and cervical spondylosis. My neck is so sore and swollen as if someone is riding on my shoulders, pressing my head so hard that I can't lift it up. There is a crackling sound in my neck, which has greatly affected my writing. I am really sorry. I'm sorry.

Now I am feeling better after taking medicine. I will try my best to resume updating. I hope you will continue to support me!