Lancao grabbed the dumb girl's arm and tugged hard.

"Little grandma, let's go back quickly, this is not a place for us to stay for long. ”

"Little grandma Lancao, please, let's go-"

"Little grandma, good little grandma, why are you doing this-"

Lan Cao's words were naturally not heard, but Lan Cao's face turned white with fright, and she just muttered tremblingly.

Aunt Yang was also stunned.

The dumb aunt gently stretched out her hand, took the package and hugged it in her arms and left, so shocked that Aunt Yang hurriedly chased, hey, hey, what is this called, others can't hide, you are in a hurry.

There is a superstitious saying among the people of Lingzhou Mansion that if a child dies, it must be burned in the wilderness, and if it is left at home or burned far enough, then the child's soul will follow all the way back and continue to trouble the family.

Aunt Yang's man is a rough worker in the firewood house of Liufu, and he usually goes out to buy firewood, so this tired and not good work of burning children naturally falls on his shoulders, but he is sick today and can't go to the front yard to receive errands, so Aunt Yang had to come forward first to bring the child back for her husband and then urge him to leave quickly.

Who knew that someone stopped on the way to see the dead child, and just watched it, and left without saying a word.

What is this called?

I've heard of robbing gold, silver, jewelry, livestock, and beauties, but I've never heard of robbing children to death!

The dumb aunt walked fast, almost trotting into the door of the corner courtyard, the frightened blue grass stumbled behind to block, and the even more stupid Aunt Yang spread her footboard at the back to catch up.

Hey, hey, you turned out to be that little dumb child daughter-in-law, what are you doing, that's a dead child, aren't you taboo, how unlucky - pay me back, we'll take it out and deal with it.

The dumb aunt, who has always looked not very strong, is very neat in the work of robbery, and soon rushed into her room, and Aunt Yang forgot that this is the master's room, and chased after her tightly and pounced on it.

The dumb aunt put the package on the dresser and turned to look at Aunt Yang.

Aunt Yang bumped into this gaze and was suddenly stunned.

How could this little mute's gaze be so calm?

Like Qing Lingling's two pools of clear water, they are placed in front of them so calmly and quietly, there are no waves, and they are so clear that they can see through the bottom at a glance.

Can this be the eyes of an eleven-and-a-half-year-old child?

She was stunned and couldn't help but hesitate.

A strange feeling haunted me.

yes, what's weird about that?

Just now, not long ago, about half an hour ago, the people in the courtyard spread a news like the wind, saying that the ninth aunt's wife, who walked into the ghost gate with one foot, was alive and gave birth, and the child who was judged to die in the stomach by Wang Qiaoshou was actually born alive, and the mother and son were dragged back from the ghost gate, it was none other than the dumb child daughter-in-law of Liu Wan, the stupid son of Liufu.

Now, this child daughter-in-law, who has just made a great contribution, can't go to the old lady to ask for merit and receive the reward, how can she run here to compete with herself for the dead baby?

Aunt Yang was stunned, but some people did not hesitate, and they had quickly re-untied the white cloth wrapped around the child, and the bruised baby was re-exposed in front of everyone.

Lan Cao screamed, she was scared enough just by a quick glance outside, but now she was in front of her at a glance, she covered her mouth tightly, and her little face turned pale.

But she found that the little grandmother was not afraid at all, she stretched out her hand to pick up the child's nakedness, looked at it very carefully, looked at the throat part below the neck, looked at the stomach, and finally opened the mouth and nose hole, rolled her eyelids and looked, and even opened the little ****.

Lancao clung to the back of the dumb aunt's shirt, her original intention was to resolutely pull the little grandmother away and not touch the dead child again, but her hands were so soft that she didn't even have the slightest strength.

The dumb aunt fiddled with the child's little arms and legs, knocked on her stomach again, took a deep breath, and sighed again.

Lan Cao and Aunt Yang looked at it stupidly, and no one understood why this little mute looked at it so carefully, and why she sighed.

There was a sound of walking on the snow outside the door, crunching, and the sound was coming towards the house, which startled Aunt Yang and hurriedly pounced on the child to grab the child.

The dumb aunt was faster than her, and she was no longer interested in the child, but tore the wrapped white cloth, and tore a large piece of hula along the edge of the coarse cloth, and held it tightly in her hand.

Where did Aunt Yang dare to stay, she hurriedly picked up the child and grabbed the door in the squeaky nest and left.

It was a strange face with a frosty face that entered.

Lancao recognized that this was Qin's mother who was doing rough work in the big lady's yard.

Qin's mother ignored everyone, glanced at the door of the house, snorted, turned around and left, walked all the way and looked down on the snow, Lancao panicked, Qin's mother looked at the petals that the little grandmother sprinkled all the way just now, it turned out that Qin's mother followed the petals to find the person who folded the flowers.

"It's broken, it's broken, little grandma is broken now-" Lancao was so anxious that she stomped her feet, "Mother Qin, this person is very bad, she can give you a little wrong if she has nothing to do, but now she has grabbed a strong handle, okay my little grandmother, what are you doing here, isn't this stuffing the handle into people's hands and asking people to come to trouble?"

It seemed that Lancao really had no idea, and she was so frightened that tears bounced down her little face.

Naturally, the dumb aunt couldn't hear her, she sat quietly in front of the dresser, took the rouge box, dug out a finger of rouge and wiped it on the table in a slightly concave place, then poured some water, and gently stirred it with a hairpin to stir out a pool of red juice.

She spread out the snatched white cloth, groaned for a while, and suddenly dipped her little finger in rouge water, shook it on the white cloth and wrote.

Lancao was stunned again, she had the impression that this little grandmother would sweep the floor, sweep the yard, fold quilts, wash clothes, and do rough work, as well as draw embroidery and cut clothes, it is not surprising that she will do this, after all, it is the same as these girls and rings of orchids and orchids, they are children who grew up in poor families, and they have naturally followed their parents to learn the skills of life since they were children.

It's just that in Lancao's memory, it seems that the little grandmother can't write, right?

The daughter of a poor tenant naturally has never entered the school, so when she entered the door of Liufu, her shabby background became a big joke, and everyone laughed and talked about it for a while. Fortunately, she was mute and couldn't hear anything, so it was good that her ears were pure, so as not to feel uncomfortable when she heard it.

So what is the little grandmother now pulling on the white cloth?

It's not like a trick, it's not like the accounts composed of the numbers written down by the bookkeeper, it looks like words, but, if you look closely, it doesn't look like words, Lancao carefully recalled the words on the signs hanging on the various hallways of Liufu, and she went through the front hall, where there were a lot of plaque couplets, and the words on it didn't seem to be like this...... What exactly is the little grandmother writing and marking?

Is it random graffiti?

Alas, after all, it's mute, it's not just the ability to hear and speak that is missing, it seems that the mothers-in-law and sisters-in-law outside are right, dumb people, in fact, their minds can't be compared with normal people, it's a big difference, it can only be said that it's a little better than a real fool, it's not completely stupid.

The dumb aunt wrote two lines of words in one breath, weaving white cloth at home, and there were red scratches on it, and the strokes were like blood books written in blood, which made people's eyes hurt and their hearts were hairy. The white cloth absorbs water and dries quickly, and the dumb aunt rolls it up, makes a small roll, and gently stuffs it into the pocket of her underwear.

Lan Cao saw that she was finished, hurriedly wiped the dressing table, and prepared to go to the kitchen to serve food, but she was busy, and she hadn't eaten breakfast yet. The dumb aunt was just about to sit down and rest, when the door was dark, and a fat body stood at the door like a god, completely blocking the already low door.

A gloomy voice couldn't hear any joy or sorrow, "Did you people from the corner courtyard climb the plum blossoms of the eldest lady? ”