Splendid peasant girl busy farming

Chapter 5773
The torch was stuck on the ground in the middle of the room, and the four searched separately, while Yang Ruoqing set his target on the table not far away.

The table was a simple Eight Immortals table, which was covered with dust and cobwebs. Yang Ruoqing picked up the book covered in cobwebs, blew off the dust, and flipped through each book, page by page.

The books on the top are the Four Books and Five Classics, and the books below are densely written articles. The paper is all yellowed, but from the handwriting, it can be seen that a scholar once lived in the cellar. Could it be the woman on the bed?

A letter suddenly fell from one of the pages and landed at Yang Ruoqing's feet.

She leaned over to pick it up, and spread it gently. The handwriting on it was exactly the same as the handwriting on the book and those articles just now, obviously it was written by the same person.

But the content on this letter was written to a person named 'Brother Zhang'.

Yang Ruoqing didn't want to pry into other people's privacy, but when it came to the death of the mother and child on the bed, she could only make an exception once.

The letter paper was old, the paper turned yellow, and the handwriting was gradually blurred. Fortunately, it was not eaten by mice when it was sandwiched among other books, but it still looked a bit laborious.

After struggling to read the previous few lines of words, Yang Ruoqing's expression became a bit serious, and she suddenly called out to Luo Fengtang: "Tang Yazi, try to find a way to light a lamp for me."

Luo Fengtang said: "I just found some tung oil."

He came to the table, poured tung oil into the lampstand on the table, and lit it.

Yang Ruoqing moved the letter paper to the lamp, and then read each word carefully.

Luo Fengtang looked at her frowning, and glanced at the letter paper in her hand. It was covered with densely packed small characters, and several places were circled in red, as if to highlight them.

Luo Fengtang was about to ask, when Na Risong and Liu Xueyun came to the table one after another.

"There are no other discoveries. The skeletons of the mother and child on the bed should be the only ones in this room." Liu Xueyun said.

Nari Song also said: "I found a lot of rotten and dried things in the corner. They should be similar to cabbage and potatoes. They should be the stock in this cellar."

Liu Xueyun added: "The mother and child on the bed died before the stock was short, and the cause of death is unknown..."

"The child died of diarrhea and fever without medical treatment. As for the woman, the child is gone, and the man has not returned for a long time. She has no intention of living!" Yang Ruoqing said suddenly.

Either she died from excessive grief, or she died from a hunger strike. When a person fell into complete despair and helplessness, death was a relief for her.

"Qing'er, why are you so clear?" Na Ri Song asked in shock.

Luo Fengtang and Liu Xueyun's eyes fell on the letter paper in her hand.

Yang Ruoqing handed the letter paper to the three of them for them to read.

Na Risong waved his hand directly: "I get a headache when I see the densely packed words. Qing'er, after you read it, you can just tell us what is written on the paper. It will save time, won't it?"

Both Luo Fengtang and Liu Xueyun nodded, "Just talk."

Yang Ruoqing sighed softly, and turned her head to look at the mother and child on the bed, "There were originally three people living in this cellar, apart from their mother and their wife, there was also that woman's man, who is also the child's father."

"The child's father is a scholar, the books and pens and ink on this table are all his, and these things are also written by him."

"What? So a family of three lives here? Where did that idiot man hide? The women and children are all dead, did he just get away with it? Grandma, bear..."

Just after hearing the beginning of the story, Na Risong's irritable temper came up, and his cheeks flushed red with anger.

Although violent, he was full of responsibility, so others did not blame him.

Liu Xueyun said: "On that day, brother, please be calm and don't be impatient, let sister tell the truth about this matter."

Na Risong said 'hmm' and kept quiet for now, Yang Ruoqing's deep voice sounded again in the small cellar:

"The person who wrote the letter was surnamed Jiang, and the person who received the letter was surnamed Zhang. Judging from the contents of the letter, they should be classmates."

"Jiang Xiucai wrote a letter to ask Jiang Xiucai for help, but this letter of appeal for help was obviously not sent out. In the letter, Jiang Xiucai told his classmate Brother Zhang in detail about what he and his family had experienced. From his point of view, it was a nightmare."

Luo Fengtang couldn't help asking: "Qing'er, this Jiang Xiucai, is he really from Jiangjiapo?"

Yang Ruoqing nodded: "Yes, there was a real village called Jiangjiapo decades ago."

"According to what Jiang Xiucai mentioned in his letter, Jiangjiapo Village is not big. There are nearly 23 households in the whole village. There are only two or three hundred people in the whole village. Changping Village, which has more than 200 households and two to 3000 people, must be , Jiangjiapo is indeed very small, but the whole village of Jiangjiapo is named Jiang, and there is no mixed surname."

"This Jiang Xiucai is the only son of Jiang Jiapo Lizheng. That year, his childhood sweetheart wife just gave birth to a son for him, and the family is holding a full moon banquet for the child."

"On the day of the banquet, a peddler from out of town happened to pass by Jiangjiapo and came to ask for a bite of wedding wine. Jiang Xiucai's parents warmly entertained the peddler from out of town."

"The salesman had a wedding, but fell ill. It turned out that he was ill before he came to Jiangjiapo."

"The Jiang family is kind and simple. They invited a doctor to see the shopkeeper. They were diagnosed with leprosy. The Jiang family was terrified."

Na Risong exclaimed: "Leprosy? That thing is scary. It is passed from person to person, and if it is passed on, one will die. The Jiang family is finished, and maybe the whole village will be finished!"

"What's the follow-up of this matter?" Luo Fengtang asked.

Yang Ruoqing continued: "Everyone knows that this disease is difficult, the doctor ran away in fright after seeing it, Jiang Lizheng was so frightened that he quickly sealed off the shopkeeper's house, nailed the doors and windows tightly, and called a few cronies over overnight Discuss countermeasures."

"Someone proposed to send the shopkeeper away, as long as it can be sent out of Qingshui Town, just throw it away anywhere."

"Someone suggested that the shopkeeper should be taken into Mianniu Mountain and thrown down a cliff to avoid future troubles."

"It is even proposed to bury the person directly, even though the person is not dead yet..."

"Jiang Lizheng was hesitating when Jiang Xiucai stepped forward. He told everyone that when he was studying abroad, he met a classmate surnamed Zhang. The classmate's family had practiced medicine for generations. There were also people in their area who had suffered from leprosy. My classmate’s grandfather was cured.”

"Jiang Xiucai means, big guy, don't act rashly, let alone hurt people's lives, isolate people first, and let him go to Zhang's house."

Luo Fengtang nodded secretly: "This Jiang Xiucai is kind and righteous."

Nari Song also said: "Could it be that I scolded me wrong earlier? What about later? Have you invited the grandpa of the Zhang family?"

Yang Ruoqing lowered her eyes and glanced at the yellowed letter paper in her hand, "I don't know who leaked the news, Jiang Xiucai passed by the road in front of Changping Village in a bullock cart, and originally wanted to go to Qingshui Town, but was caught The villagers of Changping Village were stopped."

(End of this chapter)