Kicked the scumbag and married his uncle, and she was reborn as a medical concubine to dominate the

The dam was successfully reinforced and the people were protected from the floods. The court distributed disaster relief materials in a timely manner, and even wealthy local businessmen donated porridge.

The plight of the people has been improved. Basically all the villains who were turned into bandits due to the disaster have been brought to justice. There are still some who are still at large, and the government is trying their best to hunt them down.

The originally lifeless city came to life again, and life and production slowly returned to normal.

Everything is going in the right direction, but the death of the governor Zhou Mu has brought endless sadness.

After serving for more than [-] years, Zhou Mu has always been dedicated to his work and is well-known among the people in the Jiangnan area.

On the day of the burial, people lined the streets to pay their respects.

Of course, the saddest thing among them was Zhou Mu’s relatives.

"Actually, the rush to repair the embankment is all due to my brother-in-law. I just built on the foundation he established and completed the final reinforcement that was not completed in his place.

My brother-in-law has served the country and the people all his life without any selfish motives, but he ended up like this. Good people don't live long, and God is not blind! "

Jiang Cong, who got his wish and became a great hero in assisting in disaster relief and turning the tide, knelt down in tears in front of Zhou Mu's tombstone, crying so hard that he was heartbroken.

On the contrary, Mrs. Zhou, who almost fainted after seeing the corpse, looked surprisingly calm.

"He said that he didn't have any big ambitions and just wanted to be content with the situation wherever he went. Now that he is sitting in the position of the county guard, he can only do his best to protect the peace of the people.

Now he has done it. He sacrificed his life to protect the Jiangnan area from floods. Although I can no longer see his face clearly, I know that at the last moment of his life, he must have left with a smile.

If he really has a soul in heaven and sees everything slowly returning to its original order, he will feel at ease and feel that his death was a worthy one. He has no regrets and I am happy for him.

Since marrying him, I have always supported all his decisions. In this life, following him, I have not lived a wealthy life, but I have experienced a lot of dangers.

But I never regret marrying him. On the contrary, in the eyes of others, he may be mediocre, but in my eyes, he is a hero that no one can match. "

As she spoke, the tears in Mrs. Zhou's eyes couldn't help but overflow, "The deceased is gone, may you rest in peace."

Throwing the last few pieces of paper in her hand into the brazier, she stood up with the help of her servants, lit incense, bowed three times to the tombstone, and then inserted it into the incense burner.

"Let's all go away. He liked to be clean and worked hard during his lifetime, so he didn't have time to enjoy much peace. Now that his soul has returned to his hometown, he has a chance to have a good rest. Let him rest quietly for a while."

After the words fell, Mrs. Zhou turned and left.

Often the calmer a person appears, the more intense the sadness in his heart will be. After taking a few steps, his vision turns black and he stumbles and faints.

Fortunately, it was nothing serious, but I was overly sad and depressed.

Xu Zirui prescribed a medicine and gave it to his servants, and told them to deliver the medicine on time and take good care of him.

A figure behind the screen looked at the haggard man lying on the bed, and clenched his hands tightly at his side.

After staying for a moment, he finally turned around and left.

On a quiet night, the middle-aged man with a big belly lay on his back on the bed, his heavy breathing accompanied by snoring from time to time.

It was sunny during the day, but windy at night.

The leaves rustled against the window.

The sleeping person was disturbed, turned over, and his breathing became much quieter.

Maybe the door and window were not closed tightly, and suddenly they were opened by the wind with a "bang" sound, and the cold wind rushed into the room. The person on the bed shivered and was woken up by the cold.

He remembered that when he was sleeping, the doors and windows were all fixed, but they were all blown open.

Opening his sleepy eyes, Jiang Cong frowned and got up from the bed impatiently.

Sitting next to the bed and putting on shoes, a shadow suddenly passed by the window.

"Who?" He was shocked, and he immediately woke up.

There was no response for a long time, and the shadow that just passed by seemed to be just his illusion.

Just when he thought he had seen it wrong, the figure flickered in front of him again.

"who?"

The surroundings were eerily quiet, with only the whistling wind blowing constantly. This atmosphere made people more and more panicked. Jiang Cong put on his shoes and stood up, holding a lamp and heading towards the door.

"Who are you? Now that you're here, come out openly and stop pretending to be a ghost!"

He seemed to see a white shadow floating in the air, but in an instant, it disappeared again.

Jiang Cong has never believed in ghosts and gods, but Xu has done too many bad things, and the more he talks about it, the weaker his voice becomes.

"what!"

As he looked around, the white figure suddenly came up to him. His hair was disheveled, his arms were stiff, and his orifices were bleeding.

Jiang Cong was shocked. The lamp in his hand fell off. He subconsciously tripped over something while retreating, and his heavy body fell to the ground.