Splendid peasant girl busy farming

Chapter 5774
"Several villagers who blocked the road not only confiscated Jiang Xiucai's ox cart, but also beat Jiang Xiucai. Jiang Xiucai was carried back to Jiangjiapo by his cousin. His father, Jiang Lizheng, felt bad when he heard about it. They called the villagers over to discuss countermeasures, and everyone unanimously decided to send the salesman to the deep mountains, leave enough dry food and water for him, and leave the rest to fate. Come on, if the surrounding villages find out and come to you, I’m afraid it will bring disaster to the whole village.”

"However, before the villagers in Jiangjiapo had time to send the shopkeeper away, a large wave of villagers from Changping Village poured into Jiangjiapo."

"It was night at that time. These people covered their faces and held torches and entered the village. They were like bandits, and they were more ferocious than bandits. They caught Jiangjiapo's hundreds of people together, tied their hands and feet and locked them up. In the main room of Jiang Lizheng's house, they robbed Jiangjiapo villagers of grain, poultry and livestock..."

"They accused the people of Jiangjiapo of suffering from leprosy, and they set fire to the yard of Jiang Lizheng's house on the grounds of the safety of the villagers in Shiliba Village. Some villagers in Jiangjiapo wanted to flee, so they smashed them with hoes, shovels, and hammers, and their heads were broken. Blood flow, even women and children are not spared, and at this time, none of the villagers in Jiangjiapo has symptoms of leprosy..."

Both Luo Fengtang and Liu Xueyun let out a deep sigh.

On that day, Song slammed his fist on the wall, with a bang, a hole was punched in the wall, and a cloud of dust fell from his head.

Luo Fengtang quickly raised his hand to cover Yang Ruoqing's head.

"Brother that day, please control your anger, the cellar was smashed by you and collapsed, we all have to be buried in it." Liu Xueyun reminded in a deep voice.

That day Song Hulala panted, "I'm really out of breath, how can there be such a reason? This is Tucun!"

And those who did these things were not robbers or bandits, but villagers of Changping Village.

In Na Risong's cognition, the villagers of Changping Village should be simple and honest people like Yang Huazhong Changgen Daniel.

It was really hard for him to imagine that those villagers who looked simple and honest during the day would do such cruel things at night.

"To be honest, when I saw this part, I couldn't believe it." Yang Ruoqing raised her head, looked at the angry Na Risong, and said slowly.

It can be isolated and the village can be closed, but it cannot be used as a pretense to burn all the people.

Among these people, perhaps some of the people who had a lot of contact with the salesman had latent viruses, but the rest of the people in the village who had no contact with the salesman were safe.

Burning the whole village like this is too arbitrary and bloody. Animals know how to save each other, but some people lose their humanity in the face of disaster.

"How did Jiang Xiucai's family of three slip through the net?" Luo Fengtang asked.

Yang Ruoqing said: "Jiang Xiucai's father, that is, Jiang Jiapo's Lizheng, had some selfish intentions. When the yard was set on fire, he took advantage of the chaos to hide his son, daughter-in-law, and grandson who had just turned one month old in this cellar, and told them not to care about what happened above. They are not allowed to come out."

"It's not so much the cellar, but rather the Jiang family's secret room. At that time, Jiang Xiucai was injured and had his leg broken. He hid in the cellar for two months."

"During this period, Jiang Xiucai's wife, that is, the child's mother on the bed, sneaked out of the cellar to inquire about the situation, and found that Jiangjiapo had long been razed to the ground."

"The more Jiang Xiucai thinks about it, the more unwilling he is. He wanted to secretly go to the county government to file a complaint and avenge the Jiangjiapo villagers who died in vain. It just so happened that their son was ill and Jiang Xiucai couldn't leave, so he wanted to explain the situation here in detail. Write it down, and plan to find a chance to meet a passing peddler next time, and then send the letter to his classmate surnamed Zhang, so that classmate surnamed Zhang can help him avenge his grievances."

Luo Fengtang glanced at the letter paper in Yang Ruoqing's hand: "Obviously, he still failed to send this letter, so what about himself? Where did he go?"

Na Risong and Liu Xueyun both pricked up their ears, and this was what they were most concerned about.

Yang Ruoqing said: "The child was seriously ill. He didn't dare to ask for a doctor. He was afraid that he would be recognized as Jiangjiapo's. So he went up the mountain alone on a dark and stormy night to dig herbs for the child. Since then, he has been working again. I couldn't come back..."

"Did he... die in the mountains or run away?" Na Risong was stunned.

Luo Fengtang frowned: "If you want to run, you don't have to wait so long, there must be an accident in the mountains."

Liu Xueyun also clenched her fists, "Although I have never met, I feel that Jiang Xiucai is not the kind of person who abandons his wife."

Yang Ruoqing nodded lightly, "Well, I think so too. His wife is hiding in the cellar with the child in fear all day long. If he can't wait for him, the child will be gone soon, and the wife will be desperate. The whole family will be gone like this. .”

Some died miserably, some were uncertain, and some died miserably while waiting.

This is just Jiang Xiucai's family, a family that died tragically like this, Jiang Jiapo's family is still more than a dozen or twenty, with hundreds of fresh lives...

Over the past few decades, for future generations, this is just the accumulation of a set of numbers, but under the circumstances at that time, it was a broken family, burned to death and beaten to death, comparable to hell.

And it was some villagers in Changping Village who created this hell with their own hands.

"Who the hell is so cruel? I won't lie in front of Qing'er and Tang Yazi. In an instant, my favorability with the villagers of Changping Village dropped to zero. It's a pity that decades have passed and I won't let you I really want to kill those beasts!" Na Ri Song was so angry that his face turned red and he gritted his teeth.

Luo Fengtang frowned: "My anger is no less than yours."

Liu Xueyun thought for a while, and asked Yang Ruoqing: "Can Jiang Xiucai highlight the names of those butchers in the letter?"

Yang Ruoqing glanced at Liu Xueyun, "You guessed it right, Jiang Xiucai wrote down all the names of those leaders. If those leaders didn't deliberately use other villagers' panic about leprosy to stir up emotions and create chaos, It is impossible to solve the Jiangjiapo matter in such an extreme and cruel way."

"Since there is a name written? Jiang Xiucai is too clever. I thought most of the scholars were nerds. Come on, show me who they are." Na Risong reached out and took the letter paper and put it in front of his eyes Take a closer look.

"But those circled in scarlet letters?" he asked again.

Yang Ruoqing said: "Well, that scarlet letter is blood."

Nari Song was stunned for a while, his complexion became more and more dignified.

Luo Fengtang and Liu Xueyun also looked solemnly at each name on the letter paper. A name is just a code name. Behind each code name are ferocious faces, and each code name is a butcher's knife held high...

(End of this chapter)