He's dead? Mu Qingqiu's heart sank, and he had already guessed, since the stinky girl said it, it seemed that it was true.

Mu Qingqiu sighed in her heart, and let Xiao Yu and Mu Qingqiu stand outside the door as companions, where she could see, and she entered the house.

As soon as I entered the house, I saw a motionless boy lying on a pile of moldy grass rafts, Xiao Yu's little brother.

It's just that the boy's face is blue, his lips are purple, and he is obviously lifeless.

"Brother, brother, hurry up, Sister Bodhisattva gave you delicious steamed buns, hurry up and eat!" Perhaps because Mu Qingqiu entered the house, Xiao Yu followed in, took out a white-faced steamed bun from his arms, and ran towards the boy's little brother.

Mu Qingqiu grabbed it and stopped the little feather boy from approaching.

Mu Qingqiu felt a little sad in his heart, coaxed Xiao Yu to go out first, approached and squatted down, touched the boy's arm, and was cold and piercing, this kind of cold is not cold cold, it is a kind of cold air that drills straight into the bones.

Looking at the boy who is not much older than himself, who is already dead and can't die anymore.

Mu Qingqiu felt unspeakably uncomfortable in her heart, she knew the cause of the child's death.

Looking at his bare arms and the only gown on his body, and then thinking about the shabby robe dragged on his knees under Xiao Yu's gray jacket, it was obvious that the boy was wearing all his clothes on Xiao Yu.

There are also scratches on the boy's arms, small cuts on his hands, and I don't know what kind of work I did with that uncle before, I must be tired and cold!

Alas! It was she who miscalculated, she didn't know the life of a beggar, but she knew that a beggar also had his own way of survival.

She could prepare a padded jacket for Xiao Yu, but she didn't dare to interfere too much. After all, there are crimes everywhere, and she doesn't want to cause trouble to the two little brothers.

Xiao Yu and his brothers have grass huts to live in, but it is so cold here, and the grass on the ground is even wet.

No wonder Xiao Yu is not in good spirits. Without the care of the little brother and uncle, how is the little guy spending these days?

You must know that in the middle of the night in the cold winter, the low temperature will freeze to death.

Looking at the cold corpse on the ground, Mu Qingqiu couldn't help but think of Mu Qingqiu, the sister of Mu Qingqiu, the original owner of the body.

is another good brother who sacrificed himself and protected his younger brother.

It looks like he's been dead for at least a day or two, and it's winter that is too cold to keep it corrupted.

How can there be such a slum in Guyang Town? She thinks that she has been familiar with Guyang Town through the streets and alleys, but she doesn't know at all? Isn't there anyone who cares when the people here die?

Look at the situation. It shouldn't be the first time it happened.

Thinking of this, Mu Qingqiu couldn't help but feel a chill down his spine. If it's summer, the germs that come out when the exposed corpses decompose can easily produce a plague.

I haven't heard of a plague in Guyang Town. It's a miracle to think about.

After Mu Qingqiu went out, he pulled Mu Qingxuan with one hand and Xiao Yu with the other, Mu Qingxuan may have felt that the atmosphere was wrong, and pursed his mouth and didn't say anything.

Xiao Yu turned back three times in one step, and asked Mu Qingqiu reluctantly: "Hasn't my brother woken up yet?" When will my brother wake up! My brother is a big lazy pig. I've slept for a long time, ignoring people......" pouting and unhappy.

He didn't know. When a person dies, he will never come back.

Mu Qingqiu couldn't say this to Xiao Yu, she couldn't answer and didn't answer. only touched Xiao Yu's head and pulled his little hand, tightly.

to the street. Directly sent the two children to Zhang Dacheng and gave them the keys to the house. asked Zhang Dacheng to send the two children home, and told Mu Qingxuan again: "After you go home, you have to protect your brother-in-law and Xiao Yu, you know?" ”

When he said this, Zhang Dacheng was full of question marks, he didn't know that there was a small member of Mu Qingqiu's family, Mu Xiaohei.

"Forget it, brother-in-law, you can send Xuan'er and Xiao Yu to Aunt Luo's house next door! Drag her to take care of it, I'll go back later. With that, he turned around and left.

Zhang Dacheng shouted in the back: "Qiu'er? What's wrong? What happened? He wanted to help, but unfortunately he looked down and saw two little children, he was a little stunned, Mu Qingxuan naturally knew him, but who was the other little boy?

Mu Qingqiu has always had ideas, and every idea is good, Zhang Dacheng has a little blind trust in Mu Qingqiu, and he doesn't think much about it, so he directly closes the stall, carries the two children to the ox cart, and takes hot roasted sweet potatoes to eat, and drives the ox cart to Zhushan Village.

After settling Mu Qingxuan and Xiao Yu, Mu Qingqiu went to the market entrance again and asked the beggar on the side of the road where Xiao Yu's uncle had gone.

But the result turned out to be that it was not Xiao Yu's uncle at all, Xiao Yu and his little brother were not their own brothers, and that uncle usually took care of Xiao Yu's two brothers to see that these two children were not taken care of, and he was kind enough to help.

And the kind uncle, as early as more than ten days ago, died, was injured while working, the wound was not treated properly, infected and infected, and the person passed in a few days.

Xiao Yu was originally an orphan, and suddenly appeared in Guyang Town a year ago, and no one knew where he came from. It was the little brother and the mother-in-law who depended on him who picked up Xiao Yu, and since then the mother-in-law has taken the two little boys to beg for food to live.

Unfortunately, a few months ago, my mother-in-law died, leaving only two little boys.

Although the beggar was numb, when he heard that the little boy had died, he could not help but grieve and sigh that the mother-in-law had taken away her poor grandson after her death.

Mu Qingqiu's heart was very complicated, and he hurriedly went to the nearest Xian Zhai and didn't enter the door, but only called Zhao Dezhu out, and asked Guyang Town under the eaves how to deal with the dead people on the street.

Zhao Dezhu was stunned for a moment, his face became stern, and he asked what was going on, and Mu Qingqiu told what he saw.

Listening to Mu Qingqiu's words, Zhao Dezhu frowned, sighed and said, "You go home first!" I'll find someone to report this to the director, and you don't care. After speaking, he muttered secretly: "How old is the girl, why are you not even afraid of the dead?" ”

Mu Qingqiu thought about it, Zhao Dezhu found someone to report, which is more believable than when she talked about it as a child.

Before leaving, he asked a little uneasy: "How do you deal with this kind of corpse that no one collects?" …… Won't it be thrown into a mass grave, right? "In my previous life, I didn't throw the dead into the grave at every turn, and let the jackals, tigers and leopards bite them, which was too cruel.

There won't be such a bad thing in this era, right?

"You kid, listen to whom's nonsense? Our Guyang Town is backed by Wolong Mountain, can there be no place to bury people? Rest assured! The council arranges for someone to handle it. ”

When Mu Qingqiu heard this, he looked at Zhao Dezhu, felt that it didn't look like he was lying, nodded and left.

Thinking of the dead little boy, and thinking of the damp and gloomy grass hut area, and the beggars whose lives were threatened at any time, Mu Qingqiu suddenly remembered the houses by his river, those houses were empty, why not let them live?

As long as you clean up and buy some quilts and mattresses, it is better to live in a house than a straw hut.

Thinking of it, Mu Qingqiu immediately ran to the river and opened a house by the side of the fork, she remembered that this house was a five-entry courtyard, and there were quite a lot of houses in it. (To be continued.) )

ps: Thank you: the peace and blessing of the beginning of the plum and the cold; Thank you: Lemon is jealous and so sour for the reward! (*^__^*)~~ Hehe, today Monday, the recommendation is in place, but unfortunately I just read the click, quite sad! ~~ Click 48, I don't think it's like 'die'! Σ(°△°|||) ︴