In order to welcome the upcoming summer harvest season, the women of Sanliu Village packed up the sacks at home and took them to the big puddle at the head of the village to clean them.

"Have you all heard, early this morning, the daughter-in-law of the fourth room of the Yang family crashed to death on the stone mill at the head of the village."

Wu Guixiang is the third daughter-in-law of the Fang family, and she likes to talk outside all day long. Now that there is such a big thing in the village, how can she not talk about it.

Squatting beside her was Liu Wang's daughter-in-law Chen Cuili, in her early thirties, a little emaciated, dark skin, a black mole the size of a bean at the corner of her mouth, grinning and revealing a mouthful of big yellow teeth, spitting stars splashing, "Why haven't you heard of it, who in the whole village doesn't know now." ”

Speaking of this, Chen Cuili raised her head and glanced around, and lowered her voice, "It is said that there is blood flowing there, and a lot of blood is splashed on the stone mill, which is really unlucky." ”

"But it's not," Wu Guixiang picked up the sack and shook it on the water, pulling her mouth and rolling her eyes, "Most of the people in our village who eat noodles point to the stone mill." ”

Three women in one play, and seven or eight women squatted on the edge of the pit, chattering about the Yang family.

The Yang family has four rooms.

"People are out of breath, I don't know why they should be carried back, it's really unlucky! Yesterday's marriage and today's funeral, I'm afraid the entire Changwu County won't be able to find a second one. ”

"Sister-in-law, you just don't say a word, anyway, she also married into our Yang family and became our Yang family."

"What kind of Yang family is she! It is Jiang Mengjiao of the Jiang family who is obviously talking to the fourth child. ”

Outside the old wooden door, sarcasm and gentle sighs came and went, and in the shady room, Yang Yanwen sat on the kang, and not far from the kang lay a door panel padded with adobe bricks.

On the door panel lay a pale, bloodied woman.

Tall, 1.65 meters, obese, and delicate, she can be regarded as a beauty in such a form, but it is a pity that an irregular red birthmark the size of a baby's fist is imprinted on her right cheek.

The woman was no longer breathing, and the family meant to bury the matter directly with a straw mat, and it was he who insisted that the fifth brother find someone to carry the person back.

The second sister-in-law outside the door was right, but she also married into the Yang family and became his Yang Yanwen's person.

The wooden door was pushed open, and a man with a figure of about 1.85 meters walked in. The man was emaciated, with long hair in high bundles, and wore a linen undershirt with over-the-knee shorts, and a pair of black mille-feuille shoes with patches.

The skin is a healthy wheat color, the facial features are well-rounded, and the eyes are exceptionally bright.

Looking at the visitor, Yang Yanwen's face was expressionless but full of expectation, and he pursed his chapped lips, "Yanwu, what do you say?" ”

Yang Yanwu didn't speak, and nodded vigorously.

Yang Yanwen had a smile on his face.

"Then you can find someone to carry the coffin back."

Yang Yanwu didn't nod, turned sideways, and raised his finger to the door.

Yang Yanwen turned his head and looked out of the door, Yang Dajiang took the lead, and Yang Erhe, Yang Yanfu and others walked in one after another.

Yang Dajiang's cloudy eyes swept around the house, and his gaze finally stayed on Yang Yanwen's face, and he sighed lightly, "Your grandmother's coffin has been carried in the yard, and your daughter-in-law died in vain, so you don't have to stop at home for three days." ”

Listening to Yang Dajiang's words, Yang Yanwen breathed a sigh of relief, looked at the person lying on the wooden board, and nodded.

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