"In ancient times, people favored sons over women, and it was normal not to remember women's names." Fu Miaoxue said disappreliantly.

"Even if you don't remember your name, at least you can write down your calendar." Bai Youwei turned the page in the middle and pointed it to her.

Li Zheng's surname is Zhao.

Li Zheng's wife's surname is Ma.

So next to Li Zheng's name was written: Zhao Ma's family, married into this village from Majia Village......

Even if the name is not written, the information of the Ma family is clear, where he was born, who he married to, and how many sons and daughters he had, all of which are shown in the name book.

Looking at the Li family again, there is no information except that she knows that she is the wife of Li Lezi.

Fu Miaoxue followed and read a few pages, muttering, "yes, it's weird......"

"Either from this village, or from another village." Shen Mo analyzed, "Considering that the Li family even needs the help of the village people to handle the funeral, the Li family should have no other relatives in this village, and it is very likely that they will marry from other places, and they may even be bought." ”

Du Lai said suspiciously: "If it was bought, Li Qianggui was 70 years old when he died, after so many years, no matter how big the hatred should have subsided, right?" Besides, the person is dead, and Li Zheng is also dead, even if the Li family has resentment and hatred in his heart, it is time to end it. ”

“…… Look here. Bai Youwei turned the page again, "It's the old woman just now, and she doesn't have a name." ”

Li Lezi's next-door neighbor, the old man's surname was Liu, so the old woman only got the title of Liu.

But Liu's is a little more than Li's: Liu's has three daughters, who married to a certain village, a certain village, and a certain village.

It seems that this place is really too poor, and anyone who has a daughter would rather marry their daughter to another village.

They flipped through the roster several times, and got a lot of information, but it was all scattered, and they couldn't piece together a complete clue.

Fu Miaoxue's eyebrows furrowed, slightly depressed, and complained: "Are formal games so brain-consuming? Why doesn't the wreck girl stop? ”

Du Lai thought about it seriously, "Could it be because he was lonely when he died and was not buried properly?" Why don't we go to the cemetery of the Li family? ”

Bai Youwei nodded, "Not only to see the tomb of the Li family, but also to see the tomb of Li Qianggui, if Li Qianggui's tomb is intact, then the matter of 'transporting the remains' does not make sense, is the Li family really 'transporting the remains'?" Is it really Li Qianggui's remains? ”

Fu Miaoxue rubbed her arms: "Don't say it, I have goosebumps when I say it!" ”

Bai Youwei glanced at her arm, "...... Hehe. ”

"Isn't it okay to describe how you feel?" Fu Miaoxue unhappily put her hands behind her back.

"Let's go." Shen Mo glanced at the cloudy sky, "I hope I can find it before the rain." ”

Shen Mo pushed Bai Youwei's wheelchair, Du Lai took Fu Miaoxue's hand, and the two women temporarily stopped and went to the cemetery together.

……

The tomb is on a hill not far from the village.

That's where the four of them originally descended.

Walking up the mountain road, every few steps you can see several graves, simple small earthen bags, tombstones, or a few pieces of yellow paper pressed with stones.

It was already dark and gloomy, and the rain seemed to fall at any moment.

Considering that Li Qianggui died last year, the grave should not be too old, so Shen Mo and Du Lai started to look for it separately.

It took some time, and they finally found Li Qianggui's grave in a desolate overgrown-

The grave was dug open.

The rotten black straw mat peeked out of the damp soil, and under the straw mat, white bones were faintly visible.