They've all separated, so what does it matter to me if they get poorer and poorer?

Chapter 1: Did the original owner commit suicide for love?

"My nephew's wife was truly devoted to my nephew. She committed suicide for love without hesitation. Well, well, at least they are finally reunited. He will have someone to keep him company on the other side, and my nephew won't be too lonely. It is an honor for our Liang family to have such a virtuous woman!"

“Mingxuan, good boy, don’t be sad. Although your sister-in-law is gone, you still have your uncle and aunt. From now on, you will live with us. Your uncle and aunt will take good care of you and won’t let you suffer any grievances.”

The woman's words were so heartbreaking and sorrowful that they brought tears to the eyes of anyone who heard them.

Another woman quickly interrupted her: "Sister-in-law, let's talk about other things later. It's more important to deal with your nephew's wife's funeral arrangements first. Minglang died on the battlefield of the Western Expedition, thousands of miles away from our Xijiang Province. I think it would be better to cremate your nephew's wife. Cremated souls are lighter and can fly far away, so that she can go west and reunite with Minglang."

"this--"

The idea of ​​Bai, the second wife of the Liang family, shocked everyone: cremation? Burn Xu's body to the ground?

Why does that sound a little creepy?
Xu Zhichun was also startled, thinking to herself, "Didn't the ancients believe that burial is the best way to ensure peace? This second aunt actually wants to cremate me. What about the idea that the soul can fly far away? Is there really such a thing?" She just didn't believe it.

Forget it, let's get back to life first.

Otherwise, it would be a bit strange to hear them discussing whether it's better to burn themselves or bury themselves.

Xu Zhichun only vaguely remembered that the original owner fell from the mountain, but she really didn't know whether she jumped to her death for love.

Her head was still spinning, probably from blood loss. Her hands were also weak; she reached out to try to lift the white sheet covering her, but her fingers trembled and she couldn't manage it.

A young woman suddenly let out a piercing scream: "Ahhhhhh!"

Everyone was startled!
Bai, who was still trying to persuade the young woman of the benefits of cremation, was especially frightened. Startled from her pleasant conversation, Bai's temper flared, and she glared at the young woman angrily: "What are you bluffing about? Nephew's wife, what are you shouting about?"

Mao, the eldest daughter-in-law of the Liang family's main branch, was almost in tears. Her index finger trembled as she pointed at Xu Zhichun and screamed uncontrollably, "He's come back to life! He's come back to life!"

"what?"

"What are you bluffing about?"

"A zombie? What zombie?" someone wondered, but upon closer inspection, they shouted even louder than the others, "Ah! A zombie! It's really a zombie!"

The scene was chaotic, filled with screams, cries, running away, terrified people, and shoving.

Xu Zhichun's head was spinning from the noise.

She was terrified of being trampled to death in the chaos. Her weak body was stimulated and a surge of strength was generated. She finally managed to throw off the white cloth, prop herself up with one hand, and sit up with difficulty, coughing incessantly while covering her mouth.

"Quiet! Quiet! All of you shut up! What do you mean, 'came back to life'? Minglang's wife isn't dead at all! Minglang's wife isn't dead! Quick, come here, two women, quickly help Minglang's wife up and back into the house to lie down. Minghai's mother, pour a bowl of hot water. Minghai, hurry and take the oxcart to Quanshan Village to fetch Doctor Jiang!"

Xu Zhichun looked up at the old man who was giving orders. This was the village head of their Liangjia Village, a very good man.

Xu Zhichun gave Liang Lizheng a grateful look.

With Liang Lizheng's shouts and arrangements, the chaotic scene gradually returned to normal.

Everyone looked at the bright sun outside, and a surge of courage rose in their hearts. Then they turned to look at Xu Zhichun, and gradually they all relaxed.

Right, it's broad daylight in March, the sun is high in the sky, how could something as absurd as a zombie coming back to life happen? It's not the middle of the night!

That Mao fellow is truly ignorant and unreliable; his loud and boisterous pronouncements have led everyone astray.

It was a false alarm. Two or three women rushed forward and helped Xu Zhichun up, then helped her to bed in the room.

"The Xu family is truly lucky to be alive."

"Yes."

How could such a thing be mistaken?

"Who knows! But it's always good that the person is still alive."

"makes sense."

"This is truly a case of surviving a great calamity and being blessed with good fortune."

"Hey"

The proverb goes like this, but it doesn't seem quite right for Xu Zhichun. She lost her husband at a young age, has no in-laws to care for her, her brother-in-law is still young, and she has no children of her own. Even if she survives this ordeal, her future looks bleak.

Everyone in the village knows what kind of people her uncles' families are. Just wait and see!
The eldest aunt Zhang, the second aunt Bai, and the two families, including Uncle Liang and Uncle Liang Er, looked at each other in surprise. When they came to their senses, they rushed over to show their concern, showering each other with kind words.

The village head's wife—Liang Minghai's mother—fed Xu Zhichun a small bowl of warm water. She saw that Xu Zhichun had recovered, but because of excessive blood loss, her face was still very pale and she looked very weak.

The village head's wife then said, "Mrs. Xu needs to eat something good to replenish her energy. Aunt, do you think we should cook her some egg drop soup?"

Second Aunt Bai subtly stepped back, looking away and pretending not to have heard.

Aunt Zhang gave an awkward smile: "Well—it's all cold and empty right now, starting a fire would take too long. Does anyone have a fire ready? Would you like to borrow one?"

Whoever borrows the stove is responsible for cooking, so it has nothing to do with her. As for the eggs, either the family is willing to give them to her, or she can ask Xu for them herself; of course, she can't be allowed to take them.

Zhang felt a little pleased, thinking she was really clever and had some ideas.

The village head's wife was a little disapproving, but she didn't say anything.

Just as she was about to tell her daughter-in-law to go back and cook a bowl of egg drop soup and bring it over, Aunt Zhu'er, who lived next door to Xu Zhichun, hurriedly said with a smile, "There's a fire in my stove, wait here, I'll go cook it right away."

Xu Zhichun knew from the original owner's memories that neither of his eldest uncles nor his second uncles' families were good people. His two aunts made excuses and refused to help even with this small favor, simply because they couldn't bear to part with the eggs.

She nodded and smiled weakly at Aunt Zhu'er, "Thank you, Aunt Zhu'er. I'll return the eggs to you when I'm better."

Aunt Pearl waved her hand: "It's just two eggs, what's there to repay? No need, no need!"

He turned and went off to do his work.

The village head's wife didn't even look at Zhang and Bai's faces, and smiled at everyone, saying, "Alright, her aunts and I are fine here. Everyone, please disperse. With so many people gathered here, Xu can't rest properly. If you care about Xu, you can come and visit her later when she's feeling better."

The room was cramped, and since the person had already woken up, there wasn't much to see. Everyone offered a few words of comfort to Madam Xu and then left one after another.

The project has started!

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