I rely on the words of the husband [farming]

After a farce, Geng Daming was taken home by his wife, and everyone followed suit. Only a few people who were usually very kind remained, and the rest seemed to have forgotten what attracted them to come here in the first place. What is it for.

Several mothers-in-law and aunts looked at Qiao Yun and sighed, regretfully saying: "It's hard for you,? Stop kneeling, and get up first."

Someone said: "Is Lao Geng so drunk? He is choked and still not awake?"

Qiao Yun knelt for a long time, and when he stood up from the ground, he trembled when he heard this, and almost sprained again. A mother-in-law supported him.

"Oh,? You don't know. It's true that a drunk person doesn't know anything. He's just a puddle of mud and doesn't react at all. It's really possible to be choked. Besides, the village on the other side of the mountain Didn’t there also be one who choked himself to death when he got drunk? It shows that such things happen often, and it’s not uncommon.”

This is of course not unusual, Zheng Chengan knows that once a person is drunk to death, he can't control his limbs at all, even if his mouth, nose and windpipe are blocked by his own vomit, he can only feel desperately and cannot shout or move the body.That's why modern people pay attention to keeping the head slightly higher than the stomach when taking care of drunk people, just to prevent this kind of thing from happening.

The old man Geng's body had been cold all night, and it could not continue to be placed on the ground, so several men helped lift the body up and put it on a wooden board.

As soon as he turned over, the filthy smell from the old man Geng's face and chest came over, and there was a pool of yellow and green vomit mixed with mud on the ground. Several men suffocated and wrinkled Eyebrows, Zheng Chengan covered his nose, looking at those traces, his expression seemed to be moved.

Qiao Yun stood firm and said to them apologetically, "I'm sorry to trouble you."

"It's okay." Several people waved their hands.

Only Zheng Chengan didn't say a word, and even gave him a deep look.

His eyes seemed to have infinite insight, as if the deepest secret in his heart could be revealed just by looking at him, Qiao Yun subconsciously avoided it.

The people in the village simply helped to arrange the mourning hall, and then left one after another.

Zheng Chengan took a step behind and looked at Qiao Yun again.

Qiao Yun watched the others leave, as if he hadn't noticed his strange movements at all.

Someone noticed when setting up the mourning hall just now, Zheng Cheng'an always glanced at Qiao Yun from time to time, and the rest of the people thought they were really having an affair after being told by Geng Daming. It didn't take long before they all said goodbye.

In the end, he was so blatant that they stayed in front of Qiao Yun before they left the gate, and the familiar staring eyes appeared again.

The person walking at the end deliberately took a step slower, but with his ears pricked up, he only vaguely overheard, "...is it really..."

That person was a little inexplicable, and always felt that things might be different from what they imagined.

"He... did he really choke to death?" Zheng Chengan looked at him with a clear voice, but the words he said were like thunderbolts hitting Qiao Yun's heart.

At this time, he looked up at Zheng Cheng'an, but still said expressionlessly, "I don't know what you're talking about."

As if he didn't hear it, Zheng Chengan walked to the puddle of vomit on his own. The puddle of vomit had been fermented in the middle of the night, and it was almost impossible to identify what was inside, but if he observed carefully, he could still roughly guess what old man Geng was. what to eat.

That pool of yellow, with many lumps and solids inside, is the chicken you eat. The old man Geng likes to eat meat with big mouthfuls and drink in a big bowl. He swallowed the chicken without chewing it enough, so now there are many obvious features for him to identify.

In addition, there are some green silky flocs sandwiched in it. Zheng Chengan was also very puzzled at first, because in his memory, this kind of green is the most common kind of wild vegetable, and the old man Geng has never been able to take a bite. Touched, but now found in his vomit.

This abnormality made him immediately alert, carefully observing the reactions of everyone present.

But after observing for so long, even if he doesn't want to believe it anymore, he has to say that Geng Fulang is the most suspicious one.

Zheng Cheng'an often sees Geng Fulang digging these indigestible wild vegetables to eat by himself, and they often hang some on the rope at home to pickle some side dishes. Today, the whole courtyard is clean, and there is not a single one. One; the second is that Geng Fulang's words and deeds today are obviously a little abnormal. Even if he hates the old man Geng on weekdays, he has no emotion at all when facing his death, even when Geng Daming said that he would be buried with him. There was no restlessness or panic, only the shoulders relaxed slightly, as if it was a relief to be buried with him.

This is very strange, obviously after the old man Geng passed away, his good days should come.

That's why he carefully observed Geng Fulang's every move, but Geng Fulang turned a deaf ear to it, as if he hadn't seen it, which made people even more suspicious. Until just now, when he said that sentence deliberately, Geng Fulang remained calm, Looking at him from left to right, he is not surprised, confused, or angry like a normal person at all...

Only him, the calmer he is, the calmer he is, the more it shows that he has a ghost in his heart.

Geng Fulang's heart was turned upside down, and he still gritted his teeth and said, "What are you talking about, I don't know."

Zheng Cheng looked at him steadily.

Geng Fulang's eyelids kept blinking, and beads of sweat were almost oozing from his forehead. After a long while, Zheng Chengan finally looked away, and said calmly, "I'm going back. Let Dong'er let my husband and Ah Mu watch first." There were too many people in the yard and it was too noisy just now, Dong'er was crying almost hoarsely, his mother and Lian Xing finally coaxed Dong'er back, closed the courtyard and room doors, and isolated him from the farce.

Geng Fulang raised his eyes in amazement, but saw that he seemed to be walking forward slowly without knowing anything, as if he was just a kind neighbor who came to help. He didn't turn his head until he reached the door, and glanced at the end of his eyes inadvertently. From behind, he said lightly: "At home, let's clean it up earlier."

Geng Fulang's expression changed suddenly, and he looked back.

Last night, the old man Geng came back drunk again, and there were a few more bruises on his body, and hatred suddenly arose in his heart, and he suddenly remembered the gossip in the village that day that there were drunk people in other villages who vomited at night and were caught. He choked himself to death, and then looked at the old man Geng who fell asleep after spitting out the sour water while supporting the tree. When his head got hot, he covered the old man's mouth and nose with a wet cloth towel.

The old man Geng struggled immediately, and he suppressed it tightly. After a while, he finally stopped moving.

But the old man Geng vomited too little acid water just now. After thinking about it, he hooked his fingers to his throat and vomited out the contents of his stomach, and then turned the old man Geng over so that he was face down Lying on the filth.

After doing all this, Geng Fulang couldn't tell what he felt in his heart, it might be joyful, it might be relief, it might be complicated, but there was no fear.

"You don't report to the police?" Geng Fulang looked at him with complicated eyes, his throat was hoarse, "You guessed it." Otherwise, he wouldn't bother to say this to himself.

"Why do you want to report to the police?" Zheng Chengan acted like a real neighbor, with just the right amount of blankness on his face, glanced at old man Geng's corpse, and said with a trace of disgust in his eyes: "Drinking like this, you deserve it!"

In the last sentence, his voice raised slightly, Geng Fulang was wondering, when he saw him push open the door, staggered, turned around and ran before standing still.

"He heard it?!" Geng Fulang was a little anxious.

"It's okay." Zheng Cheng'an said, "He has just arrived, so he can only hear the last sentence."

Geng Fulang was slightly relieved, and saw Zheng Chengan turned back to his house.

Hearing that the door next door was finally closed, Zheng Chengan finally let go of his raised ears, and sighed deeply.Although he comes from the new era, he is not a stubborn person in his heart, and has his own set of rules of conduct in his heart, so he not only exposed Geng Fulang's tricks, but also helped to conceal the truth in the end.

"How's the situation over there?" Shi Li asked when he saw him enter the door.

Lian Xing also looked over worriedly.

"It's okay, everyone helped set up the mourning hall, and we're all going back now. How is Dong'er?" Zheng Cheng'an didn't want to make them worry, and told them the good news but not the bad, so he fooled them by saying a few words.

"I cried for a long time, and I just put him to sleep, and Lian Xing is holding him."

Zheng Chengan raised his eyebrows and looked over, no wonder Lian Xing had been looking at him sideways just now, he was still holding a baby in his arms, after seeing Lian Xing's posture clearly, he couldn't help laughing, "Why are you keeping your body away? "

"Keep your voice down." Lian Xing said seriously, without moving, "Don't wake him up."

Zheng Cheng'an said: "Move around, don't stay in the same position, the child won't be able to hear you when he's asleep."

Li Shi also said: "I told him just now, he didn't believe it, so he kept avoiding himself."

Lian Xing was embarrassed, it's not that he didn't believe it, it's just that the child was moaning in his arms all the time, and he finally found a position that Dong'er could accept, for fear that if he moved the child would wake up moaning again.

Zheng Chengan had no choice but to do it himself, holding the child's buttocks and legs with one hand, dragging the neck and the back of the head with the other hand, and carefully took Dong'er over. Facing the enemy, Zheng Chengan lightly patted his back twice, shook him, and he fell into a deep sleep again.

Then he sent Dong'er to the big bed in their bedroom, Lian Xing's eyes sparkled, "Is Dong'er awake?"

Zheng Chengan smiled: "I'm not awake, don't worry."

Lian Xing was finally relieved, and belatedly felt that his stiff muscles had gone numb. Zheng Chengan also sat down and squeezed his arm. After pinching him, he began to be dishonest, and poked his fingers. Stomach, "how can I touch it, the muscles on the stomach are not obvious recently."

Lian Xing's face flushed, and he glanced at E'Mu quickly, Li Shi very consciously turned his gaze to the door, pursed his lips and said in an unhappy way: "I've eaten too much lately."

They all have small bellies.

I have to eat less, does my husband find it hard to touch, Lian Xing thought sadly.