It’s hard to break a phoenix’s destiny

Chapter 652: Mou's Wife Died in His Arms

Mou Huaizhong had a bad temper, and his first wife died of depression after being beaten and scolded by him for a long time. Shuanzhu still remembers that the boss's wife was so thin that only a bag of bones remained, her face was sallow, and she always held her stomach and cried in pain all night.

At first, Mou Huaizhong hired a doctor to diagnose her, but later he thought it cost too much money, so he moved her to the woodshed and left her to fend for herself.

Shuanzhu couldn't bear it, so he secretly went to look for the boss's family. But because they were fleeing from the war, the family had already fled. Because "a daughter is like spilled water", they didn't want to take care of her. What's more, Mou Huaizhong ran an inn, so he couldn't leave even if he wanted to.

The lady boss didn't hold out for too long. Shuanzhu couldn't bear to see her in such pain, so he gave her some water to drink. At that time, the lady boss, who had curled up in pain, suddenly opened her eyes and stared at Shuanzhu's back.

"The boss is very busy. A caravan of merchants is coming ahead and he is greeting them." Shuanzhu was already seventeen years old at that time and was considered an adult.

"Hehehe." The proprietress laughed very strangely, and even forced herself to sit up, retracted her gaze, and said to Shuanzhu: "You are also a fool, why do you follow him?"

"I'll get my salary and leave at the end of the year." Shuanzhu said in a low voice, feeling a little sad. This was obviously a last gasp, and the boss lady probably wouldn't survive tonight.

"Well, it's better to leave. If he refuses to hold a funeral for me, can you bury me in the yard of my mother's house? Just under that peach tree. In my next life, I can be a beautiful woman and be loved by the world. Find a man who truly loves me..." The proprietress suddenly asked this question, but she didn't have enough strength to finish it.

Shuanzhu's eyes widened and he asked, "You are his wife, and you are to be buried in his ancestral tomb. Why doesn't he want to bury you?"

"Because I didn't give him any children!" The proprietress was in her thirties and was pretty before she got sick. She was also a poor person who came here to escape the disaster and thought that if she got into Mou's arms, she would be able to get his love.

But Mou Huaizhong only treated her as a servant and took it out on her whenever he was unhappy, either beating or scolding her.

She took her last breath without even closing her eyes, which made Shuanzhu so frightened that he trembled all over. He slowly left the woodshed and went to find Mou Huaizhong to report the news.

Mu Huazhong was indeed busy. More than 80 caravans arrived one after another, filling the inn to the brim. He even gave up his own room and didn't even have time to clean it. The caravan members also wanted to eat and drink, and he was too busy to handle it, so he could only ask the people from the restaurant nearby to bring food over... For a while, everyone was in a mess, having a great time.

At this time, the waiter Shuanzhu came over crying and told him that the boss's wife had died. How could he feel good? He kicked Shuanzhu out and yelled, "She's dead, why should I care about her? She'll be clean and pain-free if she's dead!"

After yelling, he then busied himself serving the guests of the caravan, serving tea and water with a smile on his face, and was absolutely generous when collecting money, even tripling the price.

Shuanzhu was kicked into a corner, and bruises immediately appeared on his stomach. He didn't dare to cry anymore, so he wiped his tears, crawled to the woodshed, and locked the door, fearing that he would offend the guests staying at the hotel. Then he changed his clothes, cleaned himself, and followed Mou Huaizhong to serve these guests.

It was not until midnight that Mou Huaizhong asked Shuanzhu to quietly open the door of the woodshed so that he could confirm whether his wife was really dead. At this time, the proprietress's body was already cold and stiff, and her face was also horrifyingly pale. Mou Huaizhong looked at her expressionlessly and told Shuanzhu: "Find a broken mat and use the truck to throw it in the dark."

"Boss, no, this is your wife!" Shuanzhu shouted in a low voice.

"So what? She's dead now. Do you think I should spend money to build a tomb for her and set up a memorial tablet for her? She didn't even give birth to a boy or girl for me, Mou Huaizhong. How dare she enter my ancestral tomb?" Mou Huaizhong's voice was very low, and even contained some hatred.

"She's your wife too." Shuanzhu still tried his best to fight for it.

"Do you want me to chase you away too?" Mou Huaizhong's eyes flashed with ferocity. "Remember this, kid. At this time, we are in danger of losing our lives at any moment. Do you think I don't want to? However, having money in hand is the most important thing! Do you know when Chang'an City will be breached? Do you know if we will die? Do you think we won't die? Do you think those people will let us go?"

Shuanzhu also knew that the war had already started, and he didn't know when it would reach Chang'an. They heard the latest news from the guests staying in the hotel. Even Luoyang was burned to ashes by a fire, and other cities had the same fate. The people were killed and injured in large numbers, and the wealth accumulated by generations was burned to ashes.

Broken families and deaths are common.

In the end, the honest Shuanzhu obeyed Mou Huaizhong's instructions, put the proprietress into a broken mat, and drove the cart away from the inn himself.

He struggled for a long time, and finally decided to pull the body to the boss's wife's family home in the northern suburbs outside the city. Her family had already fled, and the thatched house had been abandoned for a long time. He didn't have to work hard when he pulled the cart in, but it was too dark and he couldn't see anything clearly.

He spent half a day lighting some dry branches for illumination, and then began digging a hole under the peach tree in the yard.

The peach tree must be fifty years old. When I went back to her parents' home with the boss's wife, she said that this tree was planted by her grandfather himself, hoping that she would grow up to have a face like a peach blossom. Now, I didn't expect that this would become her burial place.

It’s true that things in the world are unpredictable and fate plays tricks on people.

Shuanzhu couldn't help crying again.

He should have been afraid, but since this was someone he was familiar with, he didn't feel afraid. He even wanted to talk to her and express his grievances and anger.

He kept digging the hole with all his strength, thinking about the past, tears falling down. When he was tired, he would take a break. Sitting next to the corpse, he said softly: "Don't worry, it will be done soon. In fact, in my heart, the boss is like my father, and you are like my mother. Hey... don't be angry, I don't mean to say that you are old, it's just that feeling. Now, you are dead, I will help you bury you, and when you are reborn in the next life, remember to find a good family to marry, anyway, don't find such a bad temper. At the end of the year, I will get my wages and leave, no matter where he goes, anyway, I will leave here first."

As Shuanzhu muttered to himself, he looked at the small pit and worried about how deep it should be dug to bury the body.
Just at this moment, he suddenly saw a sharp corner emerging from the dark soil, like a box.