Splendid peasant girl busy farming

Want a truth

So she said to Sun: "I'll go in and talk to Grandpa Jiang and I'll come out. Just wait at the door."

Then, Yang Ruoqing entered the room.

"Qing'er wait for me, I'll go too."

Mrs. Liu squeezed through the crowd and caught up with Yang Ruoqing. Mrs. Sun and Mrs. Sun also wanted to catch up. Just then, someone came from behind, and the crowd shouted: "Uncle Xianjun is coming. give up everything."

Mrs. Sun and the others were squeezed to the back by the crowd, and they really saw a few middle-aged men with unfamiliar faces coming, and a few women following behind.

When the women entered the yard, they obviously had normal expressions on their faces, but when one foot stepped into the threshold, the leading woman glanced at her mouth, pulled her face, and burst into tears: "I am a virtuous woman!" Generous uncle, why did you leave so early, pity my poor girl, what about orphans and widows..."

The leading woman started, as if singing a tune, and the other two women who came with her also cried out.

This made Sun and the others at the door dumbfounded.

Da Sun was even more admiring, and said: "These people should be Jiang Xianjun's aunts, tsk tsk, all of them are good singers!"

"Sister." Mrs. Sun glanced at Mrs. Sun, frowned at her and shook her head lightly.

Da Sun smiled foolishly and stopped talking.

After Jiang Xianjun's uncles and aunts entered the house, Yang Huazhong and Jiang Er just came out from the east room.

Jiang Er led them straight to the east room to meet Jiang Er. It happened that Yang Ruoqing and Liu Shi also came in. They had just said a few words of comfort to Old Jiang Tou. The group of uncles and aunts also entered the east room.

In the east room, it was already in disarray.

The windows at the front and back were tightly closed, and the room was filled with a strange smell.

Not only the musty smell, but also the pungent smell of medicine.

The ground was originally a flat earthen field, but because of the splashing of a lot of tea and many people walking back and forth, there were patches of mud on the ground.

The paper money fell on the ground, stuck in the mud, and then stuck to the soles of the feet when people stepped on it, which made people feel very uncomfortable physically and mentally.

The bed had been dismantled, and the curtains, sheets, and mats were piled together at the end of the bed, exposing two-thirds of the bed board.

The bed boards...are already moldy.

The skin of the yellow mud on the inside of the wall rolled up and fell off again, just like a large area of ​​dead skin appeared on a person's body, and then peeled off, revealing patches of uneven color, and some places can still be seen There were scratches, as if scratched by fingernails, or scratched with the tip of the end of a pipe.

Seeing this, Yang Ruoqing felt even more depressed.

It can be imagined that Jiang Er's life during the paralyzed year before his death was very unhappy.

When Jiang Xianjun and his son took care of him, they didn't try their best to make him feel comfortable.

The sound of crying came from the soprano singers and aunts, and Yang Ruoqing's gaze was drawn back to the person lying on the removed door panel in the middle of the room.

Yang Ruoqing couldn't help but her pupils constricted slightly.

In my memory, Jiang Er was tall and big, and he was good friends with Uncle Wu, and they were also similar in stature.

And Jiang Xianjun also completely inherited Jiang Er's figure, so he was able to catch Mian Mian's eyes.

Yang Ruoqing met Jiang Er a year ago, and after the two families withdrew their marriage, Jiang Er was paralyzed, and she never saw him again.

When the water was flooded, Jiang Er's family was sent to a school halfway up the mountain. Luo Fengtang and the others met Jiang Er, but Yang Ruoqing still hadn't.

But the Jiang Er who was lying on the door in front of him seemed to have shrunk a lot compared to the Jiang Er who had healthy limbs before.

The muscles of the two legs exposed outside the shroud were withered, and they were covered with sores...

The sores were prickly heat at first, and the main cause was that the skin had not been moved for a long time, sweat accumulated and infected the skin, and the skin could not be cleaned and cared for well.

It proved once again that the mother and son took care of Jiang Er very perfunctorily.

Jiang Er's face was covered with a few pieces of toilet paper, a black hat was worn on his head, and a handkerchief was wrapped around his neck.

So well armed!
Yang Ruoqing approached.

It happened that Jiang Xianjun's uncle was asking Jiang Xianjun: "Why did you cover your father's neck?"

Jiang Xianjun raised his head, his face was so haggard that he didn't look human, his eyes were bloodshot, his lips were bitten, and he said in a hoarse voice: "My father broke his neck and died. My grandfather said, said, said he would Cover the wound site."

His uncle frowned, as if thinking about something.

Yang Ruoqing was a little puzzled by the reason, and just heard someone beside him explaining in a low voice, the main idea seemed to be this kind of ghost who died in vain.

When they arrived in the underworld, Lord Yan and the ghost messengers saw that they would be punished according to the unjust death, mainly because Jiang Er still had the head of old Jiang on top of him.

Before the old father dies, the son will leave first. It is considered unfilial not to provide for the old father until his death.

In addition, he died in vain, so he was afraid that he would be punished when he died in the underworld, so he covered it with a black scarf, in order to fool him, so that Lord Hades would let him go to reincarnation smoothly.

Yang Ruoqing sneered in her heart.

This is just the cleverness and self-deception of living people.

If there really is reincarnation in the six realms, how could the Lord of the Underworld be deceived by this little trick?

"I'm afraid it's hard to get away with just a scarf. I have a talisman given by Daoist Yuan here. It may be more useful to stick this on Uncle Jiang's neck."

Yang Ruoqing stepped forward suddenly, holding a yellow talisman between her fingers and handing it to Jiang Xianjun.

Jiang Xianjun looked at Yang Ruoqing in astonishment.

The other people in the room also looked at this side in surprise.

Yang Huazhong, Jiang Da, and Lao Jiangtou were also at the door, and they all rushed in when they heard this.

Yang Huazhong didn't pay much attention to Yang Ruoqing's sneaking in with the crowd in the chaos before, and when he reacted, he couldn't just come in and drag him out.

Especially beside Yang Ruoqing, there was a Liu family who liked to watch the excitement the most.

I thought that I would go out after the two of them finished watching the excitement, but I didn't expect that my daughter not only didn't go out, but went a step further.

"Qing'er, you are still young, you don't understand that, go outside quickly!" Yang Huazhong reminded in a deep voice.

But Yang Ruoqing said to Yang Huazhong: "Father, Second Uncle Jiang had an accident. I am also very sad and want to do something for him."

"This talisman is not a joke, it was given to me by Daoist Yuan. Perhaps it is more useful than that scarf."

"It really doesn't work, just stick the talisman on it and wrap a scarf around it."

The talisman was not made up by Yang Ruoqing. Daoist Yuan did mention its function, but Yang Ruoqing didn't verify it herself, so she was dubious.

But her insistence at the moment is mainly because she wants to take a look at the location of the wound.

She always felt that Uncle Jiang's fall was strange and did not conform to human mechanics. She wanted to find out the truth.

(End of this chapter)