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Chapter 264: Jia Zhang's Final Affairs

Thinking back carefully, perhaps the accidental death of Jia Zhang was caused by Wang Gensheng traveling through time and changing the trajectory of her fate.

The first time, Jia Zhang's fate began to change. The second time, Wang Gensheng condoned Bang Geng's crime of stealing chickens and even instigated her family to write a letter of apology.

As a result, these two people were not detained in the police station for more than a few days.

This gave Jia Zhangshi and Bang Geng the illusion that being caught and put in jail was no big deal.

He also developed a bad habit of stealing chickens and robbing chickens without scruples, and went to Xu Damao's house to steal chickens again and again.

This is the third time. Perhaps the system has already known that this is Jia Zhang's destiny.

So, until now, Jia Zhang was thrown into the river and drowned, but the system has not given any response.

At the police station, after further questioning and investigation by the public security comrades, Qin Huairu was asked to register for a long time. It was already dawn when the bodies of Bang Geng and Jia Zhang were brought out.

At a breakfast shop that opened in the morning, Wang Gensheng paid 20 yuan to the owner, borrowed a flatbed truck, and asked He Yuzhu to pull Jia Zhang's body back.

He Yuzhu and Bang Geng were pulling in front, Qin Huairu was pushing from the back, and Wang Gensheng just followed behind and watched to prevent the body from falling halfway.

Jia Zhang's body was lying straight on the flatbed, covered with a layer of white cloth, as if she was sleeping.

Two people walked in front, while Qin Huairu and Wang Gensheng followed behind with their heads down. The atmosphere was very sad and depressing, and no one spoke along the way.

When they returned to the courtyard, Yan Bugui had already opened the gate. The news that Jia Zhang's body had been brought back woke up most of the people in the courtyard.

Yi Zhonghai took the lead with the third uncle, the second uncle was waiting, and together with He Yuzhu, the four of them worked together to carry Jia Zhang's body back to the main hall of the old Jia family.

The moment she returned home, Qin Huairu seemed to have all her strength drained away. She sat down on the ground, sobbing silently. She looked very sad.

There were no tears in her eyes, but they were red. Her mouth was dry but no sound came out. Perhaps because of thirst, her lips had cracked.

After sleeping at the landlady's house for a night, Xiaodang and Huaihua also came back and lay in front of Qin Huairu crying. The scene looked too pitiful.

The atmosphere in the room was so desolate that it really felt like a mourning hall.

The first uncle, the second uncle, and the third uncle were all standing in the room, also wailing, and discussing how to set up the mourning hall for Jia Zhang.

Of course, it costs money to handle the funeral. The shrewd and calculating third uncle stared at Wang Gensheng, the richest man in the courtyard. Suddenly, his eyes lit up, as if he had found his backbone, but also his scapegoat.

Wang Gensheng, who sensed something, became alert, frowned and stared at Yan Bugui and said, "Uncle San, what's wrong with you? I advise you not to have any ideas about me."

Yan Bugui pointed at the corpse on the ground and said, "Look at this old Jia family's wife Zhang, could it be...?"

Without waiting for him to continue, Wang Gensheng waved his hand to interrupt him. There was no way he could ask Wang Gensheng to step up and pay for this kind of thing.

He also glanced at the first uncle Yi Zhonghai and the second uncle Liu Haizhong.

"Oh, what happened to Aunt Zhang? Was she harmed by someone?" An old man asked He Yuzhu, also trying to find a topic to talk about, as it was impossible for him to bear the cost alone.

"Yes, the police officer at the police station said that she and Bang Geng were carrying two chickens to the temple fair to sell. As soon as they left the city gate, they were stopped by several robbers who covered their faces."

"The temple fair was crowded with people, all kinds of people. Was Aunt Zhang beaten to death? No, one of her legs was broken and she was thrown into the moat, and the robbers ran away. When we went to Banggeng to find someone to fish her out, she was already dead."

"Later, police officers from the police station came out and fished her body out of the river."

"Fuck, these two people went to the temple fair to sell chickens? The chickens from Xu Damao's house were really stolen by them!" The second uncle Liu Haizhong also came over and interrupted.

The three of them started chatting on the spot, one after another.

"There's no one in the temple fair. How many people in the eight villages know each other? Not to mention covering their faces, it would be hard to find them."

“Even if you often go to temple fairs, you may not know a few people.”

"Yes, those who dared to beat a man to a cripple and throw him into the moat are all ruthless characters. Even if someone saw some clues, they would not dare to jump out and provide information. Aren't they afraid of revenge?"

"Yes, if we rely solely on the police station's public security comrades to investigate, who knows when they will get any clues."

In the courtyard, the aunts and uncles who came to watch the fun also started talking.

"You said that this old lady is the same. She is already very old, but she still steals chickens with her grandson and sells the stolen goods."

"Who says it's not true? Poor Xu Damao's family lost two chickens, and we only gave them 1 yuan, and they were even embarrassed at the general meeting."

"Hey, why are you still talking about this? I didn't steal your chickens. This is retribution for Jia Zhang's crime!"

"Well, no matter what, let's take care of Aunt Zhang's funeral first."

"Qin Huairu, let's go out and close the door first. Help your mother-in-law change into some clean clothes. She should wear something decent after she leaves."

There were a bunch of people in the yard, blocking the door to the house, and none of them could help.

Even if he could help, he didn't want to be contaminated by the corpse's aura, and hurriedly stepped back out of Old Jia's house.

The old man clapped his hands and drove everyone out.

Wang Gensheng also wanted to take the opportunity to sneak back home.

He ran to the police station at nightfall. He hadn't slept for a whole day and night and was indeed a little sleepy. Jia Zhang was gone, and he didn't want to get involved in the funeral arrangements. He just wanted to find a place to sleep as soon as possible.

But the third uncle seemed to have set his sights on him. He came up to him and said, "Wang Gensheng..."

"Third uncle, I've been busy all night and I'm very sleepy. I'm going to go back and catch up on some sleep. If you have anything to say, go find first uncle."

In fact, Wang Gensheng could sense that the three old men in the courtyard knew that he would be Director Wang in the Luoguxiang area reconstruction office in the future.

The third uncle Yan Bugui believed that Wang Gensheng was the most important one in this courtyard.

Whenever there was a problem, people would always go to him to discuss it, but Wang Gensheng really didn't want to take on this job, so he could only send Yan Bugui to an older uncle.

The third uncle gritted his teeth, looked very disappointed with Wang Gensheng, and pointed at his back with a trembling finger.