Chapter Forty-Nine: Counting is Counting
Shunhua saw that Fu Muhibiscus had a difficult face, and hurriedly waved his hand.
pretended to give up, "Forget it, the girl's grievances can only wait for the future to be clarified, and I don't know how many decades it will take to find out who the murderer is.
She glanced at him, pretending to be pitiful and said, "Presumably, the real murderer laughed at Jiuquan, and the deceased died with hatred, and Fu Gongzi wouldn't mind." β
"That's not what Fu meant."
"That's a promise?"
Shun Hua turned his head in surprise and said happily: "Then this big dragon and phoenix will have a young man." β
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When you are unitary, the night is slightly cool, the cold wind is sad, a pair of white lanterns in front of the door, the house is full of white silk, and the wind in the house is gusting, causing the people who are watching the excitement to panic and hesitate.
The old widow, in particular, stood tremblingly beside Qu Xiaoniu, always suspecting that the insects flying around the beam were the souls of dead people.
"Little lady, don't cry yet, tell the third aunt, how did Xianggong die?"
The sisters-in-law in the village gathered around Fu Mujian, who was dressed in white and wearing yellow flowers on his head, chattering and asking questions.
"He... He's eating..."Fu Mujin feigned choking, peeking at the old widow's reaction.
The old widow looked flustered, her face changed greatly, and she thought to herself that she must have eaten the rat poison she gave and was poisoned.
In case, this little lady leaks the news and confesses her, but she will be in prison.
She hurriedly shouted, "Eh... What are you asking around the little lady, don't you see that people have just died and are just sad? Get out of the way, get out of the way! β
The sisters-in-law were rudely pushed aside and scolded back in annoyance: "What is this! Isn't it just about caring about the situation! She's from your family, huh? Your relatives! Such a barbaric, domineering old woman, let's see each other for the first time. β
The sixth aunt hurriedly accosted: "That's it." Let's look at the neighborhood and care! Dead old woman, you are disgusted! β
The old widow was not afraid, and hurriedly scolded:
"Are you concerned? It's clearly bullying people and provoking trouble! β
Before he finished speaking, a cane fell to the ground heavily, and the eldest couldn't help but speak.
"Who bullied her?"
Mrs. Qu bared her two teeth and stood up tremblingly.
"Just as you can! We can't care, can we? β
All of a sudden, the sisters-in-law surrounded the old widow and attacked her in groups.
The mourning hall, which should have been cold and gloomy, was actually lively, and the voices of people were endless.
ββ¦β¦β
Fu Mujin looked at this big scene in surprise, and didn't know where to interject.
Shunhua, who was lying in the coffin, couldn't bear it anymore.
What the hell is going on, why is it stuck here in the middle of a good play?
Still singing or not?
Think of a way, lady, Xianggong is about to suffocate in the coffin...
"Actually..."
It was the first time Fu Mujian had encountered such an embarrassment, he looked left and right.
Helplessly waiting for an opportunity to interject.
Finally, the group of sisters-in-law scolded the old widow who had won the battle, and the old widow who had suffered the defeat, covered her chest silently, and sat panting aside.
"Come, little lady, what did you want to say just now, go on, how did Xianggong die?"
The sisters-in-law asked with gossipy faces, looking excited, not at all like they had come to mourn.
"Heβ" Fu Mujian replied in a stiff voice, "My father-in-law ate some pig's head meat this morning. β
The sisters-in-law waited intently for him to continue.
"Uh-huh, and then what?"
Fu Mujin took a deep breath and finished reciting the words prepared by Shunhua in one go.
After that, he began to vomit and diarrhea, foaming at the mouth, and before the slave family had time to ask for a doctor, the husband whimpered and died.
He spoke so fast that the group of sisters-in-law looked confused.
β¦β¦
Suddenly, the third aunt seemed to have learned something, and shouted excitedly:
"Ahh I know. Her father-in-law ate the pig's head mixed with water and ate it to death. β
The sixth aunt hurriedly answered, "That's right, you must have eaten the pig's head meat mixed with poisonous water to eat people to death." β
Adulterated with poisoned water?
How could he have just mentioned those three words?
A group of sisters-in-law were talking about it, and the scene was out of control.
Suddenly, they were surprisingly silent.
turned around one after another, "Did the little lady report to the official?" Did you catch the pork stall owner who lacked heart? β
Fu Mujin paused and replied casually:
"The doctor saw it, said that it was poisoned, and was preparing to report to the official tomorrow."
The sisters-in-law's faces changed, and they admonished with a serious expression:
"It's better not to report to the official, little lady."
"Why is that?" Fu Mujin was puzzled.
"Do you think, your father-in-law was poisoned, if you report to the official, the official will definitely think that you were poisoned, not to mention being beaten by the board, and you may have to be beheaded!"
The third aunt held her hand, like the sixth aunt slapping her eyes.
"That's it, that's it, it's a lot of trouble to report to the official. Besides, your father-in-law either beats or scolds you all day long, and he deserves to die, what kind of official do you report? It's a lot of work.
"Listen to the words of the third aunt, according to the customs of the village, just handle the aftermath of your father-in-law. As for your father-in-law, how did you die, don't worry, everyone won't say a word. β
"This..."
Fu Mujin was a little hesitant, but in order to let the play continue, he had to respond.
"I wonder what the customs are in the village?"
Hearing this, the sisters-in-law nodded with satisfaction and scrambled to explain.
"If someone in the village dies, it stands to reason that they will be buried in the ancestral hall, but your father-in-law is not in the genealogy of our village, so you can only find a mountain stream, throw it into the river, and bury it in water."
"Water burial? Do you always treat outsiders like this? Fu Mu asked suspiciously.
The third aunt coughed weakly and said comfortingly.
"Little lady, don't be afraid, this is a long-standing custom in the village, not specifically for you, if our relatives come here and die, it will be like this."
The sixth aunt said: "That's right, if you die that day, you will be buried on the same day, and when everyone in the village has seen the remains, you can help you carry the body to the water burial." β
What the?! Die the same day, be buried the same day?
Shunhua's coffin board was about to be held down.
I wanted to pretend to be a ghost in the middle of the night, scare the old widow, and take the opportunity to find out the truth.
What should I do if I have been killed now?
Fu Mujian's eyes were startled, and he asked with a stiff expression: "In this way, will it be too hasty?" β
"No, it won't."
The sixth aunt categorically denied it, pointed to the coffin and scolded: "As far as your evil appearance is concerned, it is already kind not to put it in the fried, not to mention, now that everyone is dead, how can you treat him, he can still know, according to the sixth aunt, he should find a place on the cliff, throw it down with the coffin, and break him to pieces."
Find a place on a cliff and throw it down with the coffin... Go...
Smashed him to pieces... Bone...
The words of the sixth aunt kept echoing in Shunhua's mind.
Shunhua in the coffin gritted her teeth and sighed with tears: These sisters-in-law are really ruthless.
"Alright, everyone is almost there, let's start looking at the remains." Mrs. Qu said.
What the? What the?
So hastily decided?
Don't you ask the opinion of the dead?
Shunhua panicked and watched as the coffin lid was opened.