Jiaohua

Chapter 1501: The Rotten Corpse in the Oxcart

Xia Zhaoyi chose to rest here because he was really attracted by the mountains and water here, as well as the beautiful sky above his head.

After leaving Zheyang Road, there are actually more beautiful scenery, but the people and things you see along the way will greatly reduce the beauty of the scenery.

And let alone four hours, they wouldn't have to worry even if they rested here for two days and two nights, because she had controlled the time very well along the way.

Besides Zhan Ning, Zhao Ya and Xia Zhi also came out with Xia Zhaoyi.

The sun is particularly good, not scorching or fierce, but warm and soft. Occasionally a breeze blows across the fields, bringing a cool feeling that is refreshing and pleasant.

The four of them were all a little tired, so they just took a leisurely walk without saying a word.

I walked for a long time without realizing it, and came to a field. At the end of my sight, there were several villages.

Xia Zhaoyi stopped and said, "Looking at it this way, it's really peaceful."

"But Miss Second, look over there." Zhan Ning looked towards a small hill in the east.

Xia Zhaoyi, Xia Zhi and others turned their heads and followed where Zhan Ning pointed. They saw that the small hill was filled with new graves.

The beautiful and peaceful atmosphere was completely destroyed by Jenning.

Xia Zhi sighed: "In troubled times, in troubled times, the people are suffering."

"It seems there's more," Zhao Ya said, "Look!"

Zhao Ya pointed to the foot of the hill, where a dozen people were gathered and it seemed that a new grave was being built.

Looking more closely, I saw two white-haired old men kneeling in front of the grave and crying.

"How pitiful," Zhan Ning frowned, "the old man sends the young man away."

At this time, a simple ox cart appeared at the end in front of Xia Zhaoyi and his group and slowly moved towards them.

The driver of the ox cart had a white towel wrapped around his head. The cart moved very slowly and bumped along the way. It took a whole cup of tea to get closer. The driver looked back and forth at Xia Zhaoyi and the others with cautious and uneasy eyes.

Zhan Ning shouted, "Don't be afraid, old man! We are good people!"

Xia Zhi couldn't help but lower his head and smiled behind him: "The old man may not think it's a big deal at first, but you scared him when you said it."

After saying that, Xia Zhi's nose moved slightly and he smelled a scent.

He immediately looked back at the old man: "This smell..."

Xia Zhaoyi said: "It's the smell of a rotting corpse."

After a pause, she added: "Human corpse."

The old man gritted his teeth and drove the ox cart over, shouting at them anxiously: "There is a dead person behind me who needs to be buried. You can't stop me!"

"No one is going to stop you!" said Zhan Ning.

The ox cart passed slowly in front of them. On the cart behind, a large number of flies rested on the thick thatch. Under the thatch, one could see maggots crawling up and down.

The old man could not help but turn his head and look at them again, and found that the four people were staring at the thatch, especially the pretty and thin girl in the middle. She did not frown, nor did she look frightened, and she did not even raise her hands to cover her mouth and nose.

"This must have been sent back from far away," Zhan Ning whispered, "but we probably didn't kill them. Those who died on the battlefield were buried directly in pits dug on the spot."

One sentence suddenly made the atmosphere heavy.

Xia Zhi and Zhao Ya's faces were filled with sorrow. Even Zhan Ning frowned when he thought of his former comrades.

Xia Zhaoyi smiled faintly. She wanted to say, it doesn’t matter where it is buried.

She had the right to say this because she died on the same day as those comrades in her previous life.

When a person dies, everything is over. The moment she died, everything was over for her.

All the pomp and circumstance that Yi Shurong created, the mourning for her by the people all over the world, and all the so-called glory that followed, were all for the living to see. To her who was already dead, they were all empty words.

However, she was not qualified to say this because she was now the commander of an army.

After her death, she would not be buried easily. She would either be cut into pieces and hung up for public display, or be sent back and buried with great fanfare.

After the ox cart left, it crossed the ridge of the field and headed towards the newly built grave. The two white-haired old men who were crying bitterly were helped up by others.

Many people went to help behind the ox cart.

When some of them got closer and smelled the pungent odor, they couldn't help but run to the side and vomit violently.

The driver did not go to help. He was busy untying his old ox from the cart at the back.

This cart has carried rotten corpses and been washed over by corpse water, so it can no longer be used.

Turning around, the driver saw the four people coming over.

The driver frowned and called out in a low voice, "What are you doing here? Can't you see there's a funeral going on here?"

Xia Zhaoyi smiled at him, then really stopped and didn't come over.

The thatch at the back of the ox cart was taken off, and several men worked together to lift the tightly tied straw mats off it.

The smell became stronger, and the driver hurried away with his old ox.

When he got to Xia Zhaoyi and the others, Zhan Ning called out, "Hey, old man, you don't want that cart anymore."

"No, no, no," the driver shouted.

Zhan Ning added: "You didn't even ask for the taxi fare."

"It was given to me. It wasn't given by them, but by the people above!"

"The superiors? Who? They are kind enough to pay you to send the body back."

The driver thought he was being too noisy, so he waved his hand, said nothing more, and left quickly.

Over there, the ropes on the outside of the straw mat were cut by a heavy sickle, and the stench was so strong that it overwhelmed everyone. When the white-haired old woman saw the face of the rotting corpse, she broke free from the person holding her and rushed over crying, "Big girl, my daughter!!"

"It's actually a female corpse." Xia Zhi whispered beside Xia Zhaoyi.

The middle-aged man who was arranging people to bring a coffin over saw this and hurried over to help her: "Mom!"

"This is your sister!" The old woman grabbed the man's hand and cried, "Da Lang, look, this is your sister Dani, she's dead, she was only 20 years old, she died! My Nizi!!"

The middle-aged man's eyes were red: "Mom, please don't cry."

Others were trying to comfort him, while those carrying the coffin continued to carry the coffin.

The coffin was made very simply, without even any paint, only with uneven insect-proof paint.

A clean old quilt was spread on the ground. The men turned their heads away, lifted the female corpse, which was already soaked in corpse water, from the straw mat with frowning faces and put it into the coffin.

"My dear daughter!" The old woman cried and stamped her feet in her son's arms, and everyone who heard it was heartbroken.

Zhan Ning sighed and said, "Second Miss, I can't stand this."

Xia Zhaoyi didn't say anything. He watched in silence as the coffin was closed and the villagers began to hammer nails into it.

The two white-haired old men kept crying beside them, and the elder brother kept wiping his tears. Even until the coffin was lowered into the ground and handfuls of soil were poured on it, the two old men did not stop crying.

The board at the back of the ox cart, along with its two wheels, was dragged away by several villagers and thrown into a small ravine not far away.

Then these villagers left, they went in another direction, but when they left, they turned back and looked at Xia Zhaoyi, Zhan Ning and others with extremely vicious and hateful eyes.

"What are you doing?" Zhan Ning muttered, "Why are you staring at us?"

"It's not just them," Xia Zhaoyi whispered, "The deceased's brother has already killed us hundreds of times with his eyes."

As soon as she finished speaking, the old woman came running over crying, shouting angrily as she ran: "Dani has been buried, buried! Are you satisfied? Hurry up and go back to report. Don't dirty our land!!"

"Mom!" The deceased's brother ran over and pulled her.

"Go away, get out of here!" the old woman screamed at Xia Zhaoyi with a ferocious face.