Splendid peasant girl busy farming

Chapter 3267 Mrs. Juren (three more)
In a courtyard with two entrances to the north of Fenglin Town, Xiaoqin was kneeling in front of a middle-aged woman, begging bitterly.

"Ma'am, I beg you to let me go back, I have two daughters at home,"

"My daughter's father died early. My eldest daughter is six years old, and my younger daughter is less than three years old,"

"The child has lost his mother, and my careless mother-in-law can't drag them down. I beg the aunt to show mercy and let me go back. I will kowtow to you!"

As Xiaoqin said, she knocked her head vigorously on the floor tiles in front of the woman.

"Bang bang bang."

After a while, his forehead was broken, and blood dripped onto the floor tiles. Xiaoqin raised her head, her messy hair, pale face, and bright red blood were very frightening.

The middle-aged woman sighed and said, "Girl, it's not the aunt that I'm holding on to you cruelly. It's your mother-in-law who took our money and sold you to my son for a yin marriage."

"My son was a Juren during his lifetime, and he fell seriously ill before he could become an official."

"My son is not reconciled in the underworld. There is no wife to take care of him, so deserted."

"You go downstairs to accompany her, you are also Mrs. Juren, what an honor!" the middle-aged said with a smile.

It's just that this smile looks extraordinarily eerie under the dim candlelight in this room.

Especially the middle-aged woman leaned over and stretched out her cold fingers to gently slide over Xiaoqin's face.

A chill rose from Xiaoqin's back, Xiaoqin shivered, pushed the woman away, got up and ran to the door over there.

"Let me out, let me out, I want to go home!"

Xiaoqin frantically pulled the bolt on the door of the house, and then ran out into the yard.

Behind him, the middle-aged woman stood up and waved her hand: "Grab her!"

Inside the room, two domestic servants, a man and a woman, rushed out, pressed the violin to the ground, and dragged her back into the room by her hair.

"Ma'am, this woman is dishonest. She is still making trouble after being caught for three days. What should I do?" the maid asked.

The middle-aged woman said: "There is still more than half an hour until the auspicious time, let's put the bride in the coffin first!"

After saying this, the middle-aged woman turned around and left the house.

Standing in the yard, the middle-aged woman looked up at the night sky above her head, and murmured: "Son, mother has done everything, you can rest in peace below!"

In the room behind, the two servants, a man and a woman, covered Xiaoqin's mouth and nose with a soft cloth soaked in medicine.

After a while, Xiaoqin, which was still struggling, stopped playing, and passed out.

The two of them picked up a set of fiery red wedding dresses that had been prepared a long time ago, and put them on Xiaoqin.

Then he picked up the rouge and dabbed it on Xiaoqin's face a few times, then put on a pair of red embroidered shoes.

Finally, a yellow charm was pasted on Xiaoqin's forehead, and then the two of them worked together to lift Xiaoqin into the coffin in the corner of the room, and closed the coffin lid leaning against the wall heavily.

"It's almost there. I will send the young mistress to marry the young master as soon as the auspicious time comes." The maid said to the male servant.

At daybreak, a funeral procession of more than a dozen people quietly left the yard and walked straight to the hillside outside Fenglin Town.

The leader held a spirit-calling flag in his hand, and scattered paper money on the ground all the way.

In the middle of the line, eight people carried a coffin, followed by several people, holding a few paper figurines made of paper, dressed as maids.

Obviously, this is a servant girl who was burned together with the young mistress and driven by the young master below.

The morning fog was lingering, a group of people shuttled silently at the foot of the mountain, and the crows were hoarsely calling on the branches above their heads.

Beside a big tree at the foot of the mountain stands a new grave.

The coffin-carrying team stopped near the new grave, and then the men picked up the shovels and picks they had brought and began to dig the grave.

The middle-aged woman was supported by two maids, and sat on a stone beside her, crying to death.

"My short-lived son, why are you so blessed..."

"Your father left early, and mother pulled you up with shit and piss. My son was ten years poor, and he finally won the exam. Why did he go?"

"Let me, my old lady, send a white-haired person to a black-haired person, God, why don't you open your eyes, woo woo woo..."

Crying so miserably, it made the people around me cry when they smelled it, and the movement of shovel and pickaxe became faster.

Soon the grave was dug up, revealing a coffin.

A black liquid overflowed from around the coffin, and a stench wafted out.

Everyone came prepared, stuffed the cotton slivers they brought into their nostrils, and then dug in the empty space beside the coffin, digging out another empty space.

"Go down to the coffin and send the young master and young mistress into the bridal chamber!"

Someone shouted.

Then, they began to lift the coffin containing the violin on the ground and place it in the dug grave...

"Stop, stop quickly!"

Behind, there was a sudden shout.

I saw a middle-aged man who looked like a strong bull running towards this side. Behind the middle-aged man, Hu Hu La La followed more than a dozen men and women. The men also held poles, shovels and picks in their hands. Wait guys.

The grave diggers here were all surprised, and they all looked at the middle-aged woman who was sitting on the stone and weeping.

The middle-aged woman herself was also surprised. With the support of two maids, she stood up and looked towards the visitor.

"Who are you? What are you doing here?" The middle-aged woman asked loudly.

The leading man who was as strong as an ox stopped, panting heavily and asked the old woman: "This eldest sister, dare I ask you, are you from Xue Ju's family in Fenglin Town?"

The middle-aged woman was surprised, but still nodded and said: "Yes, my son is the first Juren born in Fenglin Town in the past 50 years."

The strong man touched the sweat on his forehead with his hand, turned around and shouted to his companions who were coming behind him: "I found it, it's this one, come quickly!"

As soon as he yelled, the people who came running over hurriedly swarmed up and lifted up the new coffin that had just been put down.

The coffin was too heavy, and it was difficult to lift it up in a narrow space without the help of ropes.

At this moment, the middle-aged woman was shocked and shouted: "What are you going to do? Quickly, push them away, don't let them hinder my son's important event!"

The people with the middle-aged woman hurried over, pulling and pulling with their hands, and they were almost fighting with hoes and picks.

Seeing this scene, Yang Ruoqing knew that at this moment, she couldn't care less about explaining before the soldiers.

Xiaoqin was locked in that big coffin, not knowing whether she was going to die or not!

Yang Ruoqing hurried over, pulled out a dagger she carried with her, and inserted it into the gap between the coffin lid and the coffin body.

Cut off the sealed fire wax, and then called to Da Mo beside him: "Brother Da Mo, stop beating, come and give me a hand!"

Da Mo hurried over, and the two of them pushed the lid of the coffin aside with a loud bang.

Seeing that she was wearing a wedding dress, her hands were tied behind her back, and there was a charmed violin on her forehead, Yang Ruoqing's heart sank suddenly.

Could it be too late, Xiaoqin was drugged by the Xue family, right?

Yang Ruoqing's hands suddenly trembled uncontrollably, shock, anger, fear, fear that Xiaoqin was really dead...

(End of this chapter)