The black-bellied peasant girl is reborn, and her weird relatives are mad

"No, you can't leave." Zhao Chunfeng held Jiang Muxia tightly for some unknown purpose and refused to let her leave. She limped and endured the pain, rushed to Jiang Muxia, snatched the child from her arms, and said with red eyes: "You can't leave, I'll send the child over."

After saying that, she walked out of the door, locking it tightly before leaving.

Jiang Muxia could tell from her nervous eyes that she didn't let her go because she treated her as a support and a psychological sustenance.

Jiang Muxia was helpless. She looked through the tattered window frame. The sky was dim, making the room dark and gloomy.

She took out the firearm in her arms, blew it up, found the oil lamp on the table and lit it.

Lan sat on the ground, sobbing, cursing her youngest son for being unfilial, and glancing at Jiang Muxia. She was angry with her in her heart, wondering why she didn't say a word of good words for her and instead turned around to help the little bitch.

Jiang Hexin sat on the bed with his head down, not knowing what he was thinking about.

When Zhao Chunfeng came back again, Jiang Muxia asked directly, "What exactly do you want to do with me? Don't waste my time. The reason I am still willing to listen to you is that I still treat you as my own family."

Lan slapped the ground and yelled, "I don't agree. The little bitch can't be buried in the ancestral tomb. We still have to stay in the village..."

When Jiang Muxia heard the word "little bitch", she frowned and said unhappily: "Auntie De, she is your granddaughter, she is a little bitch, what are you?"

"I am... Anyway, I can only agree to help her find a place to bury her."

"Jiang Hexin, what is your suggestion...?"

Jiang Hexin buried his head and didn't say anything for a long time. When Jiang Muxia was getting impatient and was about to get angry, he raised his head with a dead look in his eyes.

"I do not know."

After thinking for a long time, he finally said this. Jiang Muxia despised him from the bottom of her heart.

"Chunfeng, can we have a good talk? I'll find a good place to bury her, and you'll let me go, okay? I'll listen to you from now on, and we'll live a good life, okay?"

Zhao Chunfeng didn't say anything, but looked at Jiang Muxia with a questioning look in his eyes.

Jiang Muxia shook her head, indicating that she couldn't help her make a decision. She walked closer to Zhao Chunfeng and lowered her voice, "The best way now is still the one proposed by Jiang Hexin. Burying her in the ancestral tomb is impossible, even if you sacrifice the lives of your entire family."

Zhao Chunfeng walked away with a sullen face and sat down weakly on the stool in the corner.

She held her head, her shoulders shaking, and she cried muffledly.

Finally, she raised her head and looked at the mother and son firmly, "I can promise not to bury him in the ancestral tomb, but Jiang Henan cannot be buried in the ancestral tomb either. He must be buried in the wilderness."

Jiang Hexin looked up suddenly. This was not a decision he could make.

Sure enough, after hearing this, Lan pointed at her and cursed, "You vicious woman, my son and his family of three have already been buried. Do you really want to dig up their graves and make them unable to rest in peace underground?"

"Safe and sound? He did such a horrible thing to my daughter, and he still wants to live in peace?" Zhao Chunfeng pointed at the mother and son, his eyes full of resentment. "He doesn't let my daughter live a good life, how can I let him live in peace? As long as I'm alive, I still have my children, and they will all grow up. One day, I will grind the bones of the three of them to ashes, and they will never rest in peace forever."

"You...?" Lan was so angry that she couldn't catch her breath and started coughing loudly. She coughed until her face turned pale and her eyes became lifeless.

I guess both mother and son didn't expect that the usually docile and obedient Zhao Chunfeng had eaten a leopard's courage today? She was so concerned about the ugly girl whom she had always looked down upon. What was wrong with her?

Jiang Hexin weakly scolded, "What do you want? Don't push your luck. Do you think moving the graves is a joke?"

"Move the grave? When did I say move the grave? I said dig up Jiang Henan's bones and bury them in the wilderness. Don't you understand what I'm saying?" Zhao Chunfeng was determined to fight them to the end. If they didn't do what she wanted, she would make their family extinct.

Jiang Hexin was scared. If she really went all out and her family's reputation was ruined, who would marry him? He was not even 30 years old yet. How would he live alone in the long days to come?

Jiang Henan is a selfish person. Selfish people always consider their own greatest interests first when encountering things. In his eyes, relatives and brothers can be abandoned.

Over the past decade, Zhao Chunfeng has taken good care of him. Now that they have a son and a daughter, their future life will definitely be better than now.

Jiang Henan's heart hardened, and a fierce look flashed in his eyes. He said to Lan: "Mother, just do as Chunfeng said. Just find a reason to dig up big brother and bury him in the back."

He was afraid that Lan would not agree, so he threatened her, "Anyway, I am your only son, so you will have to rely on me and Chunfeng in the future. If we can both live well, you can live a smooth life in the future."

Lan stood up with the help of the wall, glaring at her youngest son with gritted teeth, "You are really my good son, aren't you afraid that your brother will come to settle accounts with you tonight?"

Jiang Hexin sneered, "How dare you come to me to settle accounts? He was the one who ruined my daughter, and I have already spared him by not turning his bones into ashes. How dare you say such things?"

Lan threw the stick at his head. With a "bang", it hit his head. He cried out in pain, "Mom, why did you hit me? Did I say anything wrong?"

Lan shouted, "Marry a wife and forget your mother, marry a wife and forget your mother..."

He staggered out of the west wing, holding on to the wall.

"Okay, now that you've made your decision, will you follow me or move the coffin to the yard and find someone to bury it yourself?"

According to folk customs, unmarried men and women who died unjustly are not allowed to enter the house or the ancestral tomb.

I think Jiang Hexin and his wife understood this principle. They stopped him in unison, "No, no, we will follow the carriage to my land in Donggang and bury it in Yangshuwa."

Jiang Muxia raised her foot and left, "Hurry up."

Fu Zi was almost falling asleep while sitting on the shaft of the cart. Some villagers passed by and saw the black coffin on the cart. They thought it was unlucky and no one came forward to ask.

He blinked, sat up straight, and yawned, "Have you finished talking?"

"All right."

The couple limped out of the house carrying shovels. Looking like this, it was probably dark by the time they got there.

Jiang Muxia raised her chin and asked Jiang Hexin, "Can you drive a carriage?"

The geology of Yangshuwa is sandy, so it is not difficult to dig. It only took four people a quarter of an hour to take turns digging a pit big enough to bury the coffin.

After the coffin was buried, Jiang Muxia placed offerings for her and burned yellow paper.

She faced the north of the city, her lips slightly raised, her eyes thoughtful, and she whispered softly, "Jiang Lai Di, I hope you can live your life again, no longer experience suffering, and live your life in peace."

She and Fukuko drove away. As the carriage traveled far away, she could still hear the faint cry of a woman behind her.

Fuzi smiled and said, "Sister Jiang, are you scared of a coffin in a carriage?"

"People are much scarier than these dead things!" Jiang Muxia's heartfelt sigh came from the carriage.