When I walked to the end of the village, there was a clanging sound in the sound of the horn.

It's over, and the only cow in Mrs. Wang's family also fell.

Boss Guo's daughter-in-law was blowing the horn at the back of the team, and her man had to push the cart, but when she heard the sound, she saw that the team had stopped, and she couldn't blow it.

In the dark night, the eldest daughter-in-law of Mrs. Wang exclaimed: "What to do, the cow is not good." ”

The second daughter-in-law pulled her sister-in-law, her face was full of urgency: "What else can I do, quickly pick up the things, come over, and come here to unload the cow." ”

Mrs. Wang's daughter-in-law reacted faster, gave her garlic seedlings and pushed them to Wang Zhongyu, rolled up her sleeves and went to pick up the guy who fell from the car, "Big iron pot, our pot has to ......"

Before he could finish speaking, a dozen torches in the vicinity shone through.

Seeing the situation clearly, Mrs. Wang grabbed her daughter-in-law and immediately said, "Don't pot, don't touch it!" ”

Just look at the Wang family's car, which happened to smash on the big-bellied dead people that Tian Xifa said before.

The luggage quilt that fell from the car also fell on the dead man. And the big black cauldron that was crucial happened to be buckled on the head and face of one of the dead people, smashing the rotten head and face to pieces.

"Mother, pick it up and wash it, don't you have a pot to cook."

Mrs. Wang said in a deep voice: "How can there be water washing, if you touch it, you will get sick, you see that he has a mouse on his body." ”

Song Fusheng rushed over and said don't pick it up, don't be afraid of 10,000, just in case, so many people, you can't take the risk of picking up your big black pot. Once anyone gets the disease, the whole team can't run.

Zhang Luo said: "Come a few people, help unload the car and push it away, and leave the village quickly." ”

"What about cows? Kill now? ”

Without waiting for Song Fusheng to answer, Mrs. Wang said: "Do you still want to kill, don't do it, don't delay everyone's efforts, hurry up and pick up and leave." ”

The people nearby helped pile things on the unloaded cart, and the luggage barely picked up the top quilt from the dead man. Only this quilt didn't even touch the corners of the dead people.

Qian Peiying glanced at it by the light of the torch, and after aiming, her scalp was numb, and she deliberately found a topic to distract herself, and whispered to her daughter:

"That old Mrs. Wang's brain is really enough. Generally, old ladies pick the door, reluctant to do this, reluctant to that, let alone throwing things, eager to pick up the rags back. She is different, she can think more than her daughters-in-law, no cows, no pots. In the current situation, this is what we have to do. ”

Song Fuling nodded: "I guess she is also afraid of that in case, in case her family happens to be sick, she is afraid that everyone will pick up that pot and think blindly, and then throw it down to her family, so she would rather not do anything than take risks." ”

The speaker has no intention, the listener has a heart, Mrs. Ma's eyes flashed next to her, and she thought: I know, I know, if this happens to my own family, I promise not to pick it up blindly.

After the things were loaded, the team began to speed out of the village again, and hurried to the wasteland outside the village, eager to stay away from this village.

After walking about five miles away, Song Fusheng shouted, no need to blow the trumpet.

Mrs. Wang couldn't help but look back at the village, folded her hands and bowed, and begged in her heart:

"The few people I met just now, my Wang family didn't mean to disturb you, and the iron pot didn't mean to smash your face. Let the quilt be left for you to cover, so that you may be warm and leave. A pot is left for you to cook at that end, and the cow is also left to open the way for you to get there. I beg you, don't pester my family. ”

At more than two o'clock in the second half of the night, the most sleepy time, but this pedestrian is still walking on the dark road.

Qian Mishou hugged Song Fusheng's neck tightly, his head was sleepy little by little, but he just didn't sleep. Whenever the sleepy little head floated on Song Fusheng's shoulder, he woke up again.

Not only Mi Shou, but also every baby.

Because, after the children passed through the village, their eyes were full of fear of the night, and they did not dare to close their eyes, for fear that their parents would be gone, and they would be left alone.

Because in that village, there were so many dead children. The dead abandon the child, the child has no father and no mother, and dies of thirst and hunger.