debt repayment

When the plague came, she still didn't know what was going on outside. Day after day, she ate the food sent from outside, and she gradually lost her strength.

The symptoms on her body were consistent with the symptoms of the plague that swept through the capital, making Song Huiming unable to tell whether she was really sick or was poisoned for a while.

Her body was getting dilapidated and festered day by day, but Ms. Zhou still insisted on putting on a deity-like makeup. Above her neck was a statue of a Goddess who would show a sad state, and below her neck was a rotting wooden embryo that exuded a foul smell.

As soon as the wind blows, he trembles with pain.

The girl had already disappeared due to a serious illness. Seeing that the notes sent out disappeared, her mother, who had always cared about her and asked her how warm she was, seemed to have passed away just like her father. She had to grind the expensive tables, chairs and brick walls with her fingers. With a hoarse voice that could only be shouted: "Help! Help! Help me, help me, mother! Dad——"

Thousands of twists and turns, empty and sad.

She was bleeding from all seven orifices, and she couldn't see a piece of good flesh in her body. She died in the small courtyard, and then turned into a grieving ghost to seek revenge, which is also acceptable.

The girl died violently, and the weak spirit attached to the corpse.

It's so strange, she cried out for help in such pain before, in order to let people outside hear her pleading and realize her madness on the verge of death, she not only scratched her fingernails, but also knocked three or four bloody holes on her head. All the strength in my body was squeezed out, and no one outside noticed it?

Why did she die less than a day ago, and the food bucket that I hadn't seen for a long time was handed in from the outside again with a pole.

The food bucket shook in the air, but the people outside saw no one to pick it up, so they simply flicked the tail of the pole and threw the food pod to the ground.Only then did she realize that it was a dilapidated wooden barrel that fell apart as soon as it hit the ground, but no soup or food spilled out.

Protruding from the debris was a dirty rag covered in dust.

……Why?Why did they ignore Nu for so long, and finally remembered to visit Nu, but they didn't even bring food for Nu...?

Could it be that the father and the mother are still tired of such a useless daughter like Nu, and they don't even want to feed Nu?

The resentful soul was wondering, the small window was closed again, and servants in sackcloth and mourning came into the room.The leader wrapped his whole body tightly, for fear of catching the plague, only a pair of small eyes were exposed.As soon as he greeted the guys, Song Huiming recognized who he was.

It turned out to be Butler Li Er.

The man paced back and forth, sneaked into the room, stood in a corner far away from the corpse, squinted at her old furniture and all kinds of makeup accessories on the dressing table, and didn't even want to look at her, but only looked at her in disgust. He waved his hand and said, "Take it away, it stinks! Don't smoke the master!"

The domestic servants who had been prepared for a long time were dressed in white clothes, with poisonous grass leaves around their waists, carrying thick bedding and sackcloth, and stepped on the broken bricks and stones chiseled by the axe.

It's not yet autumn, and the last residual heat of summer should not be underestimated. Her smooth and tight flesh was like a ball of oil and water wrapped in a broken leather bag. Clear contents leaked to the ground.

Where are the parents?Why didn't they come to see the slave?

Is it because the slave's appearance after death is uglier than before?

The rotting body was sprinkled with thick white lime, then rolled into a roll of straw mat, and then wrapped in an unknown number of layers of sackcloth.

She was like a rotten stuffing in a huge rice dumpling, confused and frightened, unable to say what she wanted to say, what she wanted to ask these people clearly.

By the way, she remembered that it was said in the book that when a person dies, a mourning hall will be set up at home. Maybe the servants just want to take her into the coffin and tidy up her appearance so that she can see her parents last side.

She was lifted and moved out of the cage that had imprisoned her for many years.

It was late at night, and it was pitch black outside, and she couldn't see the layout of the house in the courtyard. She even suddenly understood that the servants who came to collect the body must be because of her terrible death, which made them unwilling to come to see her in the daytime.

Thinking of this, she instinctively felt that the torn wound was stabbed in half, and all the festering flesh was smashed into pieces.

That's all, as long as she finally sees her parents' wish, sees the world for the last time, and goes to the earth for burial, she can be reborn with peace of mind. She only hopes that in the next life she will be born with a beautiful face, loved by her parents, and have a good husband whom she likes.

Outside the small courtyard is a desolate meadow, there are no lights, but the wind is blowing loudly.

The resentful soul looked left and right, only hoping to see his coffin soon.

Unexpectedly, the wild grass grows as high as a person's knees. It is really a wasteland where even a grasshopper can't touch it.

The servants carried the bamboo poles and went into the endless darkness.

They walked through a very remote door and carried her out.

Strange, isn't there even a vigil night?

She felt sad in her heart, she just felt that she had been completely abandoned, and it was not easy to ask Li Er, who had been directing, where they were going.

Outside the door, a broken three-wheeled wooden cart was parked alone in the cool night wind, waiting for the passengers this time.

She was put into the small cart originally used to pull dead bodies.

She was shocked, and the last straw she grasped sank.

Why is this so?Why should the slave be locked up in this invisible room for ten years, until his death, without letting his parents see the slave for the last time?It is said in the book that this person died, and he will be buried in a mourning hall. Where are you taking this slave? !

Let slaves meet their parents!Don't just be buried like this!

Wronged souls are as terrified as boiled water.But no matter how hot the steam was, it couldn't burn the living people around her, it could only scald her own heart full of holes.

In late summer and early autumn nights, the wind is a bit chilly.She shouted and questioned, and no one or anything could answer her.

The little wooden cart traveled far, far, through a street hidden in the thick night that she had never seen before and had no time to take a good look at.

Lanterns were lit to illuminate the street, and under the dim light, one could actually see a lot of corpses piled up on the side of the road, either loaded on carts, or placed on the ground in disorder.They are also waiting to be sent away.

The wheels rattled, and she looked around, and saw a few carts moving, all of which contained corpses wrapped in sackcloth or straw mats.

She looked at them lifeless, like a soul rising into the air, bending down to see countless herself.

Like a dead night, she heard the cries of ghosts.The hoarse, erratic, ups and downs of crying are mixed in the wind, mixed in the white shredded paper money all over the floor, can't say enough about the reluctance to the world, can't explain the unwillingness to life's abrupt end.

How could so many people die?Could it be that the outside world is actually like this?

She fell into doubts about the whole world, and when she was struggling to extricate herself, she heard someone in her corpse delivery team scolding again.

"Hurry up, do you still want to go back to sleep?! How long do you want to hang around in this crappy place, and still want to get sick? Hurry up! Send people out quickly, and go back to ask the master and wife for rewards. If any of you don't know Anyway, I missed everyone's business, be careful and I will teach you a lesson!"

Li Er was so sleepy that he yawned, scolded and jumped, telling the man pushing the cart to work harder.In this way, a group of people left the streets of the city and came to the gate of the city, which was heavily guarded.

She was extremely surprised. In her few impressions of the outside world, the gates of the city would never be opened at night.

The present is an exception.

The capital was closed for three months, but the dead bodies of patients should not be hoarded in the city all the time. In order to dispose of the dead bodies, the government granted permission to open the door at night, so that officials who specialize in collecting dead bodies could transport the dead bodies of patients out of the city and cremate them uniformly.

The officers and soldiers guarding the city saw that the cart of the Zhou Mansion was not being pushed by the officials, so they shouted loudly and stepped forward to inquire.

"My lord, this is the token of my Duke of Zhou's family," Li Er said with a smile, "Unfortunately, our eldest lady died of an illness. Because she was ill, the master couldn't keep her at home for funerals, so we had to hurry The lady has been sent out of the city. After all, the lady is a person of status, she is the cousin of His Royal Highness, and the emperor probably ordered you to come here a few days ago, and asked the city guards to let the team that sent Miss Zhou's body out of the city go. Look, this The matter is not to be delayed, the younger ones have to quickly carry the young lady to the family tomb and bury her..."

As soon as the chief of the officers and soldiers heard the word Zhou Fu, he immediately restrained his serious expression.

"Let go."

The officers and soldiers brought a wooden sign and handed it to him.

"Come back when you return to the city."

Li Er nodded and bowed, took the wooden sign, and beckoned to the guys to push her out of the city wall.

A group of people left the city gate and gradually drifted away.

Most of the family tombs of princes and nobles are built on the mountains outside the capital, and the Zhou family is no exception.The servants went straight to their destination.

outside the city.The dirt roads in the mountains and fields are not comparable to the wide and flat avenues in the city, full of potholes and endless bumps.

If it weren't for being tightly wrapped by straw mats and shrouds, some of her limbs would probably have been knocked off by this wild mountain road.

The weeds that grow wantonly outside the city are very similar to the untended grass in her yard.

She hadn't had time to get close to the grassland, which was the most common in the eyes of ordinary people, when she was pushed up a small dirt hill.

Among the weeds in the mountains, faint blue flames can be seen.The eerie will-o'-the-wisps without temperature are like the eyes of countless cold-blooded animals, eerie and terrifying.

The cart was pushed into the woods.A group of people walked through the forest, walked for an unknown amount of time in the cool night, and came to a dark place.

This is where she belongs.

Countless tombstones of different ages stood before her eyes.Her pit seemed to have been prepared long ago, and the men worked together to lift her off the cart, like any long-sized piece of furniture, and carry her to the grave.

There is no tomb there. There are no structural parts for the burial, and it is clearly a hastily dug earth pit.

She had clearly lost the ability to breathe, and seeing the soil on her head getting tighter and tighter, she saw only darkness, and heard only the mourning of a stroke in the wilderness.

There are no parents who love her, and there is no decent funeral. Even the servants think her death is unlucky, and she is so stingy that she even sprinkles white paper flowers. The broken wooden coffin that was knocked out at random is only the sackcloth that fell to the bottom of the valley with her.

No, don't do this!I haven't lived well enough, I haven't seen my future husband, I haven't asked my parents to talk to me more, and I don't even have a decent funeral?Why?Why? !