Although Qian Guihe lowered his head, he seemed to feel Wu Zheng's surprise, and couldn't help but raise his head and nodded a little bitterly.

Such an answer really exceeded Wu Zheng's expectations.

Because in the countryside, if you want to say that there are people who don't help when you get married and have children, then it's forgivable. After all, not every family has children to get married, and if the children are young, they will wait until the children are older before they will help or something.

But who doesn't have an old man? Even if the old people in the family are gone, but when the old man in your family dies, someone else comes, can you not go to join the scene if someone else has a white matter? If you don't go, you will be poked in the back!

Wujiawa is such a custom, no matter who has a white matter, basically the whole village will be dispatched. For example, a few days ago, in the matter of Wang Qingjiang's family of three, even if that guy did all the bad things, the people in the village still went over to help.

The most important thing is that although Qian Xiaomao killed someone, it was a tyrant in the village who killed him? In such a situation, shouldn't the people in the village be grateful? Shouldn't they come over to help bury him?

He couldn't figure it out, and he didn't believe it, and when he was about to ask, he suddenly remembered the old man surnamed Sun he met when he entered the village, and hurriedly turned his head to look around.

It was only then that he realized that there was no one around. Not to mention those adults, even women and children, they are all stunned.

Seeing this scene, he finally believed Qian Guihe's words.

"Big nephew!" Gao Cuilan suddenly put down Qian Xiaomao's body, turned back to Wu Zheng and said: "You don't need to ask, the people in this village usually look down on us, and now Xiaomao has killed Sun Xiaomao's family, they are afraid of Sun Xiaosheng, so they will not come over to help." ”

"What's the point if no one helps?" Qian Xiaoping suddenly wiped away her tears, bent down and carried Qian Xiaomao's body on her back, and then said to Wu Zheng: "Brother Wu, I don't rely on others, I carry my brother to the crematorium by myself." ”

"Don't worry!" Wu Zheng waved his hand and said, "Let's go back to your house first, you give me Xiaomao!"

"No need Brother Wu!" Qian Xiaoping shook her head: "Our family already owes you too much, besides, this is my brother, and it was my responsibility to send him on his last journey." ”

In this way, it immediately touched the soft place in Wu Zheng's heart, and looking at the short but stubborn girl in front of him, he nodded lightly: "Okay, then let's go to your house first!"

Qian Xiaoping nodded, and then carried Qian Xiaomao's body on her back and walked towards Qiantang Village step by step.

She is less than 1.6 meters tall, and she is carrying a 1.75 meter Qian Xiaomao, which looks too reluctant. Even if she tried her best, Qian Xiaomao's two feet kept rubbing on the ground.

Wu Zheng wanted to make a move, but Gao Cuilan rushed over and picked up Qian Xiaomao's feet, followed behind her daughter, and walked forward slowly.

Looking at the backs of the two of them, Wu Zheng couldn't help but sigh softly, turned his head to Qian Guihe and said, "Uncle Qian, who is your village secretary?"

"Qian Guicai!"

"Take me to him!"

"No need, right?" Qian Guihe immediately shook his head, and his face suddenly looked bad.

With his expression, Wu Zheng understood at a glance, and it was estimated that when it turned out, this Uncle Qian was not less angry.

It's just that despite guessing this, he still sticks to his opinion. Qian Guihe couldn't resist him, so he had to take him to a courtyard gate.

The courtyard looks quite new, it looks like it has just been built for a short time, and compared to the low earth objects next to it, the gate building is as tall and imposing as the imperial palace.

The door was tightly closed, although it was not locked, but Wu Zheng pushed it a few times, and knew that there was a latch inside, so he immediately raised his hand and knocked on the door.

After knocking more than a dozen times, a woman's voice came from the courtyard: "Don't knock, we're going to the countryside." ”

Hearing this, Qian Guihe couldn't help but sigh and persuaded: "Big nephew, it's useless, let's go home." ”

Wu Zheng looked up at the tightly closed door, suddenly smiled coldly, turned his head and said, "Okay!"

When he arrived at Qian Guihe's house, Wu Zheng found that this family seemed to be worse than his own home. Although the house is also a mud house, after all, there is a courtyard wall gate.

But this house is good, not to mention the gate, even if the wall of the earthen courtyard has collapsed in several places. However, the yard was cleaned up quite clean, and some cucumbers and beans were planted.

When he entered the house, Wu Zheng felt that it was dark in front of him, and the situation followed the cellar, if it weren't for his excellent eyesight, he would not be able to see things clearly.

In the middle of the room, there was a small bed, and Qian Xiaomao was lying on the bed with his head facing in, covering his head and face with a quilt. At his feet was a small table with a photo of Qian Xiaomao in a military uniform.

There were apple snacks on three plates, which seemed to be sacrificed. A broken tea bowl filled with some ash from the bottom of the pot, and three long incense sticks seemed to have just been lit, and there was curling blue smoke.

In a broken iron basin, it seemed that the paper had just been burned, and in the black ashes inside, there were some residual smoke wafting around.

Seeing all this, Wu Zheng couldn't help but sigh.

He had never seen such a poor family, and even the sacrifice was replaced by three shriveled apples.

On the edge of the morgue, Qian Xiaoping sat there silently, looking at Qian Xiaomao on the bed with a dull face, but there was not a tear in her eyes.

The snow-white teeth bit her lower lip tightly, and the little girl's vegetable-colored cheeks seemed to be twitching slightly. The expression seemed to be sad and angry, but more than that, it was helpless despair.

Can the little girl not despair when her only brother is dead? There is no one in the village who has died, can the little girl not feel helpless?

Stubborn, that's just the appearance in front of outsiders, when you get to your own home, even if you are a strong little girl, I'm afraid you will reveal the weakness hidden in your heart, right?

Wu Zheng sighed in his heart, but he had to continue to sprinkle salt on the little girl's wound and said, "Pingping, follow me to the village to call someone for help!"

Qian Xiaoping raised her head suddenly, and found that Wu Zheng's face was full of seriousness, not like a joke, and she was stunned for a moment.

But soon, she stood up silently and walked out of the house first.

Gao Cuilan originally wanted to stop it, but was stopped by Wu Zheng: "Auntie, leave this matter to me, you just wait at home!"

"......"

"Wife, just listen to the eldest nephew!" Qian Guihe reached out and pulled off Gao Cuilan's clothes, and then sat down with his head down.

Finding that Gao Cuilan's face was full of worry, Wu Zheng didn't explain much, just nodded, and followed Qian Xiaoping out of the courtyard.

Out of the gate, Wu Zheng pointed to Qian Xiaoping, who was standing at the door, to the opposite door: "Knock!"

Qian Xiaoping bit her lip, glanced at Wu Zheng, and then walked over and raised her hand to knock on the door.

But she knocked for a full five minutes, and there was no sound from inside the door, as if there was no one inside.

Qian Xiaoping banged on the door hard, but tears couldn't help but flow. Wu Zheng understood that the little girl's self-esteem had been greatly frustrated, but he did not have the slightest comfort, and said, "Go to the next family!"

The next one suffered the same thing, although the door was not locked outside, Qian Xiaoping knocked more than a dozen times, and there was no response inside.

Then came the third, and then the fourth...... This kind of thing is repeated all the time.

It wasn't until the thirteenth family, that is, the one where Wu Zheng met the old man surnamed Sun, that the situation finally changed.

Qian Xiaoping only knocked a few times, and the door was opened from the inside, and it was the old man Wu Zheng met who came out.

It's just that the old man just opened the door, and an angry roar came from the courtyard: "Old immortal, are you looking for death?"

Then, a middle-aged woman rushed out of the courtyard and grabbed the old man's arm.

"Let go!" The old man struggled violently, turned around and roared: "The second one's family, Xiao Mao grew up watching him, he died, can I not go over and take a look?"

"What do you see, don't pull us if you want to die!" The middle-aged woman roared violently, and then scolded Qian Xiaoping: "Get out, your family is a broom star, hurry up, don't stand in front of my house." ”

"What did you say?" said the old man, furious.

But he just said this, and was pushed out of the door by the middle-aged woman.

"Bang!" The two wooden doors were tightly closed, and then a woman's roar came out: "Sun Decai, go and see! You old immortal, don't want us to let you raise you in the future!"