Respect the little husband [farming]

The villagers kept watch here all night, the scorched ground was cracked, and several trees beside the fork also fell down. The scene was horrific. Many people thought it was a filth, and they were so frightened that they fell to the ground and couldn't get up.

In addition to the two corpses, someone salvaged another person along a charcoal trail leading to the river. His face was completely changed, his whole body was burnt to rotten flesh, but fortunately his body was intact and he was still alive.

"Doctor! Find the doctor quickly!"

Shen Wenxuan: "Exactly, there is a doctor living in my house."

After speaking, he went to the main room and dragged Dr. Zhao out who was comforting his little grandson.

Jiao Shihan also wanted to go outside to see what happened, but was stuffed by Shen Wenxuan, and then pushed into the bedroom to sleep.

"It's very chaotic outside now, it's not too late to look at it tomorrow morning, good boy, go to bed first."

Shen Wenxuan stroked his hair, inserted his fingers into his long hair, and slowly smoothed it down. Jiao Shihan shivered, and obediently lay on the bed, hugged Ping'er who was crying sleepily in his arms, and stretched his hair. The quilt also closed his eyes.

How can this person be so obedient?

Shen Wenxuan's eyes were dark, and he sat on the edge of the bed and stared at it for a while, feeling a strange burning feeling in his heart.

Slightly bowed his head and restrainedly kissed the hair tail that was about to fall out of his hand, staring straight at someone with closed eyes, seeing his eyes tremble slightly.

Very nice.

The corners of Shen Wenxuan's mouth curled up, and he smiled silently, got up, left a dim oil lamp on the table, and walked out of the courtyard.

Dr. Zhao was sitting outside giving needles to the man who was still breathing, with a serious expression on his face, looking very pessimistic.

His injuries were horrific. When Butcher Zhang fished this man out of the water just now, he pulled off a few pieces of charred flesh with all his strength. The villagers didn't dare to move at all, so they surrounded them with bamboo. Jian Jian built a shed to keep out the wind, and Dr. Zhao ordered those who were close to home to boil hot water at home.

The village head sent someone to the county to inform the government that what happened here was too horrific, and people were killed. This is beyond his control as the village head.

A few bold people stood outside the shed and looked at the scorched face for a while, then looked at the little clothes left on his body, thought of the other two broken corpses, and guessed:

"This, these three people are the three grandsons of the old Shen family, right? Look at the clothes on the three of them. Although they have been ruined a lot, you can tell that the patterns are the same. Are they from the same family?"

The other few heard the words and carefully identified them for a while: "It seems to be a bit similar."

"Doctor, can he talk?"

Dr. Zhao withdrew his blood needle, frowning: "It's all hurt like this, and his throat must have been burned out, of course not, but he still has a sense of consciousness, maybe he can nod and shake his head or something."

It was said that a man who was familiar with the old Shen's family asked, "Um...you, are you from the old Shen's family? If yes, just nod."

At first the scorched man didn't respond, but the man dared to ask a few more times before he nodded slightly.

"He, he, he really belongs to the old Shen's family. Isn't the old Shen's family in the east of the village? Why did he come to the south of the village?"

"Oh, don't make noise!" The man roared, and continued to ask: "Shen, Shen Gen?"

When the scorched man heard his name, his eyes became moist.

"Fuck! Is the old Shen's family here? Go and call the old Shen's!"

The village chief was standing outside the shed. Hearing that his body was cold, he didn't care about the burnt smell inside. He bumped away the people next to him and rushed in. His face was pale as death.

"Shen, Shen Gen?"

Shen Gen had just moved a few times before passing out. Dr. Zhao stuck a needle between his eyebrows and pulled his mind. Now that he fell asleep, he really couldn't be saved.

The village chief seemed to have been drained of all his strength, and he became limp, instantly aging ten years.

Shen Wenxuan stood beside Dr. Zhao, lowered his eyes and asked, "Can it be saved?"

Dr. Zhao shook his head slightly, he could hold on like this for a while, but it was impossible to save the job.

Shen Wenxuan: "Keep these silver needles dipped in blood, they are useful."

Dr. Zhao looked at him inexplicably, and was about to ask why, when there was a sudden earth-shattering cry outside, which made Dr. Zhao's needle tremble in fright.

Mrs. Wu knelt down next to her son, crying and vomited at the same time. She was so miserable that the old Shen's family stood beside her in shock.

They were still anxiously waiting for Shen Gen and his three brothers to come back. The ghost lamp has a number of ways, and it must be extinguished at home at the end of the day, but they couldn't wait.

Hearing that there was a fire in the south of the village, he didn't care. He didn't rush over until someone notified the three brothers that something had happened.

Originally they thought that when the villagers put out the fire, they bumped into the three of them who were filthy, and their excuses were all colluded, and they said that the three of them felt that their family had a prostitute, sorry for the villagers, and shamed the village. Want to kill relatives righteously.

Besides, there should be nothing wrong now, and with the help of the village head, they could have fooled this matter, but unexpectedly, they were pointed out, and what they saw were the bodies of the three brothers.

Mrs. Shen and old man Shen are getting old, they can't stand the stimulation, they are dizzy and about to fall backwards.

Shen Rou supported them from behind, and seeing her two elder brothers standing beside her in a daze, she couldn't hold on alone, so she simply let go, and the two elderly members of the Shen family fell to the ground immediately, she turned around and threw herself on them with a loud voice. cried sadly:

"Father! Mother!"

Seeing the miserable state of their family, the villagers couldn't help sighing, and comforted: "Shen Gen is still alive, just in the shed."

Xu suddenly froze, recovered from the corpses everywhere, turned around and rushed into the shed, she felt that her son was not here, and her son was the deadliest.

Except for Mrs. Wu and his wife, the rest of the Shen family ran towards the shed. Mrs. Wu raised her head from her son's fragments in her hands, her tear-stained face was full of resentment. stabbed to death.

It's all Shen Gen's fault!This matter was brought up by him, and he also tricked them into doing it. Why did only her son die? !Why is Shen Gen not dead! ! !

Full of anticipation, Mrs. Xu rushed in to take a look. The little joy that had aroused at first was instantly dissipated by the shock. Her legs softened and she fell to the ground.

"Doctor, you are a doctor, right? Please, please save my son! I am willing to go bankrupt, please—"

"Don't make noise." Dr. Zhao tried hard to bring back Shen Gen's mind, but many organs in his body were broken, so delaying rescue might be more like torture to him.

Mrs. Xu covered her mouth tightly and cried, the makeup on her face was all over.

Shen Wenxuan came out of the shed when the old Shen family members were crying. Standing outside the shed, he glanced at the village head and Mrs. Xu who were crying the most, and then looked at Shen who stood at the end with a numb face. Erlang, there is no trace of crying on his face, looking at the village head like this is really like a real father.

That's right, after all, when the original owner caught Xu's bed with the village chief, his second uncle stood by and watched the whole process.

The villagers sensed that something was wrong, and looked at the village head, Mrs. Xu and Shen Erlang with strange eyes.

Shen Erlang didn't care whether Shen Gen was dead or not, he turned his head and glanced outside the shed, his numb eyes met Shen Wenxuan, the corners of Shen Wenxuan's mouth curled up, he smiled, and silently said four words: You deserve what you deserve.

He is the only one who knows Shen Erlang's secret, and when he speaks out at this time, it is like telling Shen Erlang: their adulterers and sluts deserve what they deserve.

Shen Erlang slowly widened his eyes, the eyeballs were a little protruding.

In the Shen family, he is the least valued person in the middle. Shen's father and Shen's mother regard him as air, and only see the elder brother and younger sister in their eyes. After getting married, he is also bullied, betrayed, ridiculed, and sleepwalking by the people in the bed. He has generally lived for decades, neither like a human nor like a ghost.

At this moment, he turned his head to look at the Xu family and the village chief who were crying miserably, and the Shengen that had been burnt to a paste on the ground, a strange pleasure rose in his heart, and a burst of courage arose in his heart.

"He's not my son." Shen Erlang turned his head and said forcefully, his eyes were empty, with some madness oozing out, "You don't have to cry, he's not my son!"

His voice was a little louder. Xu was crying so much that she couldn't shake her body, so she raised her head and scolded him:

"What are you talking about?! Are you crazy, you! My son has become like this, and you can still say these words! Get out! Get out! Why did I marry such a wolf-hearted thing like you... ...."

Mrs. Xu couldn't help crying when she scolded her. Shen's father and Shen's mother didn't say a word when they saw their son being scolded. Shen's mother thought he was looking for trouble at this time, and she gave Shen Er a sideways look, and patted the surprised village chief. .

Looking at this weird scene, Shen Erlang really didn't know whether he was crazy or the family was crazy, he was obviously the son of the Shen family and the husband of the Xu family!

If suppressed for too long, there will always be an explosion, and the attitude of this family at this time successfully ignited the first barrel.

"He's not my Shen Erlang's son! He's not! You two adulterers! You, your Xu family have been ambiguous with the village chief since the second year of your marriage to the Shen family. I know all about it when they got into bed. I have seen it all! The Shen Gen you gave birth to is not me—"

"Shen Er!" Shen's father roared, grabbed him and held him beside him, "I know Shen Gen makes you feel uncomfortable, but you can't talk nonsense!"

Shen Er felt that his father was holding his arm abnormally hard, and raised his head to look directly into his eyes. There was a threat in it, telling him to stop talking. Shen Er looked at Shen's mother again, and she stared at him holding her breath. , looking like he wanted to slap him.

"You all know?" Shen Er realized this, his heart turned cold, "Do you all know?"

No one answered his question, Father Shen and Mother Shen looked away.

"We'll talk about this later."

沈二目光凝滞，呆了半晌，忽的长吼一声：“啊啊啊啊啊啊啊啊啊！我我杀了你们！你们合起伙来瞒着我，就我一个人傻乎乎地为了这个家装I don’t know, I’ve been pretending for more than ten years!”

No matter what, he knocked Shen's father away and rushed towards the village chief, looking like he was really going to kill him.

The village chief was startled, and hurriedly got up, walked around in a circle and ran out of the shed. The Shen family restrained Shen Erlang, and quickly gagged him, so that he could not say any more terrible things.

Dr. Zhao looked at the messy people in the room, and took a look at Shen Gen, whose heart was fluctuating at the moment. The stimulation just now made him wake up a little bit. Dr. Zhao sighed:

"I can only go so far, you should prepare for the funeral."

"Bring Shen Gen back!" Shen's father made a final decision, pressing Shen Er, who was struggling constantly, and hurried out. Xu Shi still wanted to beg the doctor, but Shen's mother pinched her hard, so she could only carry Shen Gen away crying. Get up and walk out of the shed.

The Wu family found a pocket to pack up their son's body, and they fell far behind.

The whole family is walking in a hurry, and the undercurrent is surging.

Shen Er suddenly went crazy, leaving them no time to settle accounts with Shen Wenxuan.

The people in the village looked at each other in blank dismay, they didn't expect to see such a big show, so they dispersed a little.

What a farce tonight.

At dawn, the officers and soldiers of the county government came, and Shen Wenxuan did not expect to see the two acquaintances.

"Boss, yesterday I heard from the brothers in the government office that there was a sudden vision here last night. I didn't expect it to be true. You see that there are cracks in this place. Was it struck by lightning?"

Ge Li, a soldier who had a confrontation with Shen Wenxuan when he left the city, said in surprise.

Ge Wucheng, the boss he was talking about, rode his horse around this fork in the road, and said: "Don't jump to conclusions."

The arresting yamen moved quickly, driving the villagers who were still here to watch the excitement to a little further away, and sealed off the area.

Zhang Butou: "Didn't it mean two dead and one injured? Where are the people?"

"I was carried back. The two dead and one injured were from the old Shen's family. They live in the east of the village. You can ask the village chief to take you there." Shen Wenxuan said standing at the gate of his house with his hands behind his hands.

His face turned pale for some reason, and he coughed for a while after speaking, if Dr. Zhao hadn't gone in to cook, he would have felt his pulse.

"Who are you?" Zhang Butou frowned and asked.

Shen Wenxuan cupped his hands slowly: "My surname is Shen, and my name is Wenxuan. This is my home." He looked sick and dying.

"Your home?" Catcher Zhang glanced at him, and looked at the distance between the crime scene and Shen Wenxuan's home, "This is so close to your home, you didn't see anything when it happened?"

Shen Wenxuan shook his head and coughed again: "No, I've been feeling unwell for the past few days, and I went to bed very early, only to hear a loud noise, cough, cough, cough, cough, cough, cough, cough."

Zhang Butou: "I heard that it was midnight when the accident happened. They live in the east of the village. Why did they come to the south of your village at midnight?"

Shen Wenxuan continued to shake his head: "I don't know."

Ge Wucheng got off his horse, Zhang Butou bent over and said, "My lord."

Ge Wucheng: "Master Zhang, you don't need to be too polite. I heard that there is a vision here, so I just came to see it."

As he spoke, he glanced at Shen Wenxuan, but Shen Wenxuan looked away as if he didn't know him.

The head catcher took a few steps back, straightened up and asked, "Where's the village chief? Come out!"

"Here, here." The village head quickly came out from behind the men, his face was pale, and at this moment he ran up to the official and smiled flatteringly.

Catcher Zhang took a look at him, and sent several people to follow him to Lao Shen's house to find out the situation.

The rest stayed in place to search for clues, but after searching for a long time, they found nothing except the piece of scorched earth.

The scorched earth could not be simply caused by fire. The few broken trees scattered all over the side looked like a thunderbolt fell from the sky, split the place and caught fire.

It's just that it was neither windy nor rainy, so where did the thunder come from?

The whole place also smelled of burnt meat, which was very evil.

Ge Wucheng walked around here, suddenly felt something was wrong, looked down, and saw that there were burn marks on the corners of the fallen leaves under his feet, he glanced at the surroundings, turned around and called, "Zhang Butou."

"My lord." Zhang Butou came over immediately.

Ge Wucheng asked him to look at the fallen leaves under his feet: "This place is quite far from the fork in the road. There are no burn marks on the fallen leaves next to it. This is the only place where there are. Zhang Putou can send someone to check what's going on."

Zhang Putou was worried that he didn't have any clues, and his eyes lit up when he heard this: "Yes."

Shen Wenxuan coughed weakly, it was when the fuse was burned.

When burying the lead wire the day before yesterday, he deliberately found dead leaves and left some clues.

Tsk, finally found it.

Seven or eight arresters carefully turned over all the fallen leaves here one by one, and almost found a line that pointed directly to the jujube tree at the door of Shen Wenxuan.

Wait until you are under the jujube tree and then go forward——

"Damn! What's going on here? Why is it so smelly?!"

Catcher Zhang pinched his nose and poked it with the hilt of his sword: "It smells like blood."

As he spoke, he raised his head and looked at Shen Wenxuan, feeling a little suspicious in his heart: "This is your jujube tree, tell me! What are you doing here?"

Shen Wenxuan was puzzled: "Although this is my jujube tree, I just moved here, so I don't usually take care of it, what's wrong?"

Zhang Putou stared at him for a second or two, then turned his head and said, "Dig this up, I want to see what is so stinky."

Several people worked together, and soon found the package buried inside, and turned to ask for instructions: "My lord?"

Zhang Putou frowned: "Open it."

A policeman started to untie it, and almost at the same time, everyone backed away in fright, their stomachs twitching and wanting to vomit.

The exposed maggots crawled back into the meat as soon as they saw the sun, and the rotten and limp rooster wriggled strangely a few times. The smell was indescribable, not just a simple rancid smell.

Enduring his nausea, Zhang Catcher moved close to the knife handle and took a few glances. He saw steel needles, evil spirit talismans, copper coins and the big red "Xuan".

A layer of goose bumps suddenly appeared on his body, and with a shake, Zhang Butou retracted his knife handle and hurriedly stepped back: "This, this, what the hell is this?"

Ge Li was surprised: "This, this can't be the art of witchcraft?"

Zhang Butou heard the words, and immediately looked at Shen Wenxuan: "Is this your witchcraft trick? No, it's not right."

He thought of the character "Xuan" in red, and asked, "You, what did you say your name was? What Xuan?"

"My lord, Shen Wenxuan." Shen Wenxuan said, coughing a few more times, this time coughing so badly that he felt as if he was about to cough up his lungs.

A catcher came up to Zhang Butou's ear and whispered: "My lord, I seem to have heard that whoever's name is on this voodoo thing is cursed, and he is so sick, it can't be... ..."

Zhang Butou took several steps back silently, keeping a long distance away from Shen Wenxuan.

"This... what we dug up is all right?"

The policeman shook his head: "I don't know."

Zhang shop head slapped him: "What's the use of you?!"

Ge Li looked at the chicken carcass, looked back at the intersection, and then looked at Shen Wenxuan. He felt that he was the truth, and whispered to his lord:

"Is it because you can't curse others, but you curse yourself to death?"

Ge Wucheng glanced at him: "Shut up."

"Boss, this is too evil, should we find a sorceress to have a look?" the policeman suggested.

Zhang Putou slapped him again: "Nonsense, you have to tell the magistrate about this first, you find someone to watch this place, I'll go back as soon as I go."

As he spoke, he got on his horse and galloped away.

Ge Wucheng whispered to Ge Li: "It seems that this trip is not in vain, go and check this Shen Wenxuan and that old Shen's family, it may be useful."

Ge Li retreated in response.

Shen Wenxuan coughed a few more times in a dignified manner and went back to the room, fetched water to wash off the pimples on his face, and straightened his waist, which didn't look like he was exhausted just now.

The rouge given by Wang Muze did not expect to be useful.

After Shen Wenxuan finished washing, he wet the handkerchief again and wiped his face for Ajiao who walked over in a daze.

"Finally woke up, little lazy cat."

Jiao Shihan closed her eyes and let him wipe her face up, humming a few times.

Shen Wenxuan wiped him off bit by bit with a smile. The sun shone on his face, and he could faintly see the fine hairs on his skin. Ajiao opened his eyes, the light brown eyes were almost transparent, and Shen Wenxuan was lost for a moment. god.

"...My younger brother is really good-looking."

Jiao Shihan opened his eyes wide, his face flushed.

"Brother, brother is also very good-looking."

Shen Wenxuan laughed, touched the top of his head, and took advantage of the situation to part his long hair and tie it up with a headband.

"Let's eat first, and I will comb you after eating."

Jiao Shihan nodded, and was led by Shen Wenxuan to sit on the dining table.

Dr. Zhao got up in the middle of the night, and now he has made breakfast, and is eating porridge with a tired face.

Ping'er was much better, and he ate the pie that his grandfather had made with great difficulty.

Shen Wenxuan peeled the egg and fed it to A Jiao, watched him take a bite, and said:

"Sometimes, people from the government should come to search the house. After they finish the search, we will go to the county to live for a few days and vacate this house to avoid bad luck."

Dr. Zhao paused, and had a bad feeling: "You go to the county... where do you live?"

Shen Wenxuan glanced at him: "What do you think?"

作者有话要说：感谢在2020-11-1920:16:56~2020-11-2018:13:13期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who cast the landmine: the villager is so charming, he likes sand sculptures and sweet texts, Civil Affairs Bureau *?(???)?*1;

Thanks to the little angels for irrigation nutrient solution: 20 bottles of cocoa; 10 bottles of Tsing Yi and Civil Affairs Bureau *?(???)?*; 5 bottles of Xiao Wu;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!