Spring scenery in the fields

Chapter 158 Gathering at Shen Dadong's House

Li Chunhong thought of what Lan Qiuhua had said to her today, and looked up at the person in front of her: "Village head, I can't afford the money."

"You watched Xiaoxian grow up, and we were from the same village and the same surname, and from a big family. You couldn't bear to see him break a leg."

"Why don't you lend us some money? Don't worry, we will pay you back even if we have to sell everything we have."

Shen Zhong glanced at her and said, "Xiaoxian's family, it's not that I don't want to help you, my family is in trouble too, with so many people."

He sighed and said, "I can't help you, but you still have to think of other ways to take the person to the town."

"If you hadn't been so ruthless, he wouldn't have become what he is now!"

Li Chunhong responded: "I will definitely find a way to cure his leg, but if there is no other way, I will come to you for help in the end."

"I hope you can help us because we are from the same village and have the same surname. We will definitely remember your kindness."

Shen Zhongmu frowned, feeling a little unhappy: "You should figure out a solution to the problem you caused. I can barely take care of my own family's affairs, so how can I have time to help your family?"

After saying that, he flicked his sleeves and left.

Shenjia Village is famous. After the uncles and uncles who had the final say are gone, Shen Zhong becomes the person with the most weight in words, and there is also Shen Qingyang.

But Shen Qingyang doesn't like to meddle in the village's affairs and never intervenes.

Li Chunhong stood there, looking silently in the direction of home.

At this time, Shen Xiaoxian had not eaten or drunk a sip of water, and was lying on the bed wailing.

Ji Wenhe eavesdropped but didn't hear clearly, so he moved closer to them and vaguely heard their conversation.

He turned back and asked loudly, "Brother Shen, Aunt Lan, when are you going home?"

Lan Qiuhua straightened up: "I asked him to go back when it was dark, but he refused to leave and said he wanted to stay and help plant the seedlings."

"You've come just in time. Call him back. He's been busy all day. Go back and have a good rest."

She then asked, "Are you planning to finish planting all the seedlings tonight?"

Shen Suya walked over from the ridge of the field and went to the edge of the field to pick up the rice seedlings: "Mom said that the moonlight is beautiful tonight and it will be cool at night."

"Let's just finish planting the rice seedlings tonight. Dad and brother will go to town to find work early tomorrow morning."

She sat on the ground with a sad face: "I am so tired, I really don't want to do it anymore."

It was so hot at noon that we couldn't stand it, so we went back to the foot of the mountain and rested for a long time.

Ji Wenhe looked at the few remaining seedlings and said, "That's pretty fast. Are they all planted in this short time?"

Shen Suya shook her head: "No more."

It wasn't that fast. I had to drain the water, pull the rope, pull up the seedlings, and then go back to cook.

"I guess I won't be able to go back until very late tonight, and I also want to finish planting the seedlings as soon as possible."

She looked towards Wang Erfeng's house: "By the way, didn't Daguoshu hurt his waist? Can he go to the fields to plant rice?"

"I heard that he went to see a doctor and said that he was almost well and couldn't stay at home any longer. Aunt Wang advised him not to listen, so she just let him be."

Ji Wenhe nodded, and then heard Lan Qiuhua calling Shen Suya and asking her to deliver the seedlings over.

Seeing that they still had some time, he turned around and went back to rest.

I didn’t get enough sleep last night and my waist is still a little sore.

I didn’t know when Shen Rongshan returned home at night because he slept so soundly.

When I woke up the next day, the people around me were gone.

The rice was left in the pot, and there was a pheasant, three pheasant eggs and a basket of wild vegetables beside the water tank.

Shen Rongshan went to the mountain to find it.

After Ji Wenhe finished his breakfast, he chopped up the wild vegetables, poured water into them and mixed them with two handfuls of black flour.

They ate more and more, and there were fewer and fewer wild vegetables. There were many that they did not eat, and even if they were chopped up and mixed together, they could still pick them out.

We have to think of a way. There are not enough vegetables in the vegetable garden for the people to eat, so there is no way to feed them.

Walking to the steps and looking to the east, Shen Rongshan was in Wang Erfeng's field.

After feeding the animals in the wasteland, she heard Lan Qiuhua's voice behind her and said.

"Why doesn't Shen Dadong go to the fields to plant rice? None of the seedlings in his vegetable garden have been moved."

Ji Wenhe shook his head: "He is too sad, so he is lying at home."

Everyone was busy with work in the fields and didn't think about him at all.

Suddenly, a bad idea popped up in my mind: "Aunt Lan, do you think he will..."

She didn't say the next few words, but Lan Qiuhua could tell what she meant from her expression.

I was shocked and said, "Oh no, I hope nothing bad happens. Let's go and have a look."

Ji Wenhe put down the basket and ran after her.

The two arrived at the door of Shen Dadong's house and saw that the courtyard door and bedroom door were open, and looked at each other.

Lan Qiuhua held onto the fence and shouted inside: "Tiger..."

As soon as he shouted a word, he immediately shut his mouth.

Shen Hubiao had already been beheaded. If she shouted his name, it would be like stabbing someone in the heart.

She gently touched the person next to her: "Wen He, call him."

Ji Wenhe nodded: "Uncle Dong, are you home?"

……

There was silence, no response.

"Uncle Dong, it's me. I'm Shen Rongshan's wife. Are you home?"

Still no response, it was so quiet inside as if no one was there.

Lan Qiuhua frowned: "Is he not at home?"

"He should be here. No one has seen him leave the village."

If he had left the village, given the gossip level of the villagers, the news would have spread far and wide.

Ji Wenhe sniffed and smelled an indescribable odor: "Aunt Lan, Uncle Dong's family doesn't have chickens. Are there too many flies in their house?"

"And... do you smell a... foul smell, like something rotting?"

I stretched my head and smelled it. The smell was coming from inside the house.

"vomit……"

She turned around and retched, pointing inside the house.

"The smell... is, uh, coming from inside."

It's hard to describe the fishy smell. I've never smelled anything so stinky.

"Aunt Lan, Uncle Dong..."

Lan Qiuhua secretly said, "Wen He, hurry up and go to the field to call for help."

Ji Wenhe hurriedly ran to the fields, shouting as he ran: "Oh no, something happened at Uncle Dong's house, come quickly, go and take a look."

After shouting a few times, everyone in the fields put down the seedlings in their hands.

She ran to Shen Rongshan and said, "I smelled a foul odor in their yard, and there were a lot of flies."

Wang Erfeng, who was standing next to him, clapped her hands fiercely: "Oh no, the person is not going to die at home, is he?"

When the others heard this, they trotted towards their home.

Everyone gathered at the gate of the yard, and no one dared to go in to check.

Shen Rongshan is a brave man. He has killed people on the battlefield and has seen all kinds of corpses.

He walked in without any fear, but when he reached the door and saw the scene inside, he was immediately stunned.

Shen Zhong arrived late, squeezed from the back of the crowd to the front, and asked anxiously: "Rongshan, what did you see?"

"Uncle Dong..."

"he died?"

"No." Shen Rongshan frowned, "He is using needle and thread to sew Shen Hubiao's head onto the corpse."