Initially, the matter had come to a successful conclusion. However, Ermu's wife said all of a sudden with her head down, "Dad, the Zhang family's kid killed Ermu. I'm not bringing the barbarian to his house to pray for his funeral."
The young lady who was dressed in white, had a delicate face, and both of her eyes were as red as peaches from crying. Her name was Li Chunran. She was not a villager from Sichuan Village, but a woman from a family of educated youths in Qu County.
She used to work as an inspector in the county's fruit grocery company. She got to know Ermu when he was delivering mountain goods. She fell in love with him and married to Guawo Village later on.
Due to their different growth backgrounds, she was not afraid of the Zhang family's authority in this small mountain village that had lasted for hundreds of years.
"What did you say?" He Doushu was polite to the guests, but he was very dignified to his newly widowed daughter-in-law. He frowned and asked in a stern voice.
"I'm not going to the Zhang family's house to pray for his funeral. The villagers are not humane at all. Do whatever you want, I'll accompany Ermu in the underworld!" Li Chunran felt wronged and sad being questioned by her father-in-law in a stern voice. Instead, she lifted her head abruptly and shouted with her bloodshot eyes wide open.
"Accompany Ermu, accompany Ermu …" He Doushu fell into silence for a moment. His limbs were shaking and he said while laughing out of extreme anger, "What about the barbarian if you accompany Ermu?
Will he lose his father and mother when he's four years old, or will he accompany his father in the underworld with you? "
Her son was Li Chunran's only weakness at the moment. She was stunned on the spot after hearing that. Subsequently, tears the size of beans rolled down from her eyes slowly. She then turned around slowly and walked to the livestock pen.
He Doushu stared blankly at his daughter-in-law leading the young mule with smooth fur, then carrying his grandson who was running around. He Doushu wiped away his tears, lowered his head and muttered to himself, "Ermu you little rascal, you don't want to live such a good life, you don't want to live such a good life …"
Tao Lielin, who was standing aside, could not help but sigh too. His eyes turned red and he advised softly, "Uncle Doushu, this is fate, don't overthink it.
Don't we still have the soil to build? Raise it and educate it well. Go to university and do postgraduate studies. When the time comes, we can take you to the mountains to retire. Your life will be just as good. "
He Doushu came back to his senses, and a pleading smile appeared on his wrinkled face. "You're talking about Nephew Lin.
The bumpkin is my family's only hope. How dare you speak like that in front of the Zhang Family's Old Man Lisheng and ask him to do a good deed. The one who's guilty is Er Muzi, not his child … "
"Uncle Doushu, don't worry. Nothing will happen even if I don't say this.
Think about it, Lisheng will come to your house to help with the funeral later. How can he still be so stingy and do something behind the scenes? "
"That's right, that's right. It's all thanks to you, Village Chief Tao."
"Uncle Du Shu, please don't stand on ceremony with me.
Ermu's wife has led the mule, I will bring her to the Zhang family's old mansion now. "
"Yes, yes, I'll have to trouble you, Nephew Lin. Please help me pass a message to Old Man Lisheng. I've lost my son in my old age, so I can't visit him to ask for forgiveness. Please don't be calculative, please don't be calculative. "
"Don't worry, don't worry. I'll go now, Uncle Doushu. Don't worry a hundred times, a thousand times, everything will be fine." Tao Lielin walked in front as he spoke. He led Li Chunran, who was holding the mule and carrying the child, to the Zhang family's old mansion.
At the same time, Zhang Lisheng was putting all kinds of dried medicinal powder into a rough porcelain jar according to the method recorded in the ancient book "Thousand Worm Recipe" in the kitchen at home and mixing them together carefully.
He did not have an accurate weight measurement unit, but he had a strange intuition. He was adding and mixing the medicinal powder slowly but without hesitation. A strange herbal smell was slowly spreading out of the porcelain jar.
Zhang Lisheng nodded in satisfaction as he sniffed the strange herbal smell in the air. He stirred the medicinal powder in the porcelain jar with more strength, but he did not notice that the herbal smell that filled the house had spread out through the kitchen's hollow door frame.
The smell was spreading with the wind, and the intensity did not diminish at all. Soon, Tao Lielin, who was walking to the Zhang family's old mansion's entrance, smelled it.
Frowning, Tao Lielin mumbled to himself, "What's that smell?"
"The herbal smell, it's coming from the Zhang family's old mansion. Who knows what that murderer from the Zhang family is doing now." Li Chunran, who was behind him, squeezed out a few words from between her teeth and said fiercely.
"Ermu's wife, stop talking nonsense for the sake of the child. Otherwise, I won't care about this anymore," Tao Lielin turned his head and said fiercely. He then knocked on the Zhang family's old mansion's wooden door, "Lisheng, Lisheng, what are you doing? Open the door quickly, why is there such a strong herbal smell?"
Zhang Lisheng closed the medicine jar with the wooden lid immediately when he heard the knocking. He then ran to the courtyard to open the door and said, "Uncle Ah Lie, you're here. I'm making the stew."
Since the Miaowei land was humid, most of the food was mixed with herbs to dispel moisture. Tao Lielin nodded without doubting and said, "Lisheng, it's hard for you to be strong, sensible and able to take care of yourself when you're only a teenager."
I just know how to cook. Uncle Ah Lie, let's talk business. "
"That's right, let's talk business. The Fuermu family has brought their child here to attend your funeral.
Take this young mule with you. Let bygones be bygones if there's any mishap or mishap in the past.
Ermu's wife, say something. "Tao Lielin turned his head and stared at Li Chunran with a serious expression as he spoke.
Li Chunran lifted her head and looked at the young man who seemed to be a little panicked standing at the doorstep. She could not help but reveal a hateful expression on her face.
"Ermu's wife, carry your child properly and say something." Seeing Li Chunran's hateful expression, Tao Lielin, who was calm, urged her immediately with a hidden meaning in his words.
Li Chunran was shocked. Her expression softened as she looked at her son who was dozing off in her arms.
After a moment of silence, she took the initiative to pass the young mule's reins to Zhang Lisheng. She said with her head lowered, "Old Lisheng, the child is still young. I'm asking you to hold … hold a funeral for his father on his behalf."
To a person who still had a conscience, it might be easy to kill people who deserved to be killed. However, it must be very difficult to face their innocent family members who were devastated.
Zhang Lisheng missed the calmness and calmness he had when he was chanting witchcraft incantation. However, it was impossible for him to say 'pst shh …' at that very moment.
"Sister-in-law, I'll go now. I'll go after I change my clothes. Wait for me.
Uncle Ah Lie, wait for me. I'll go change my clothes. "Zhang Lisheng tied the mule to the wooden buckle of the door and ran to his bedroom while he was panicking.
Just like that, Zhang Lisheng who was dressed in Miaowei's best appeared in Ermu's bamboo house over ten minutes later.
In reality, the funeral did not require any help from this young man who was only in his teens. His presence was just a symbol of reconciliation between the Zhang and He families.
Not long after, the villagers who had received Li Chunran's funeral invitations in the past appeared in Ermu's house one by one. With the help of the crowd, the funerary characters, flowers, stone tables, and other necessities for the funeral were quickly prepared.
At two to three o 'clock in the afternoon, Ermu's house was finally filled with heart-wrenching cries.
Although he had nothing to do, Zhang Lisheng stayed at Ermu's house for a few hours. He only returned home after dinner in the evening when the elders who helped with the funeral began to leave.
The young mule was still tied to the latch of the old house's front door. It had been hungry for a whole day, and it had begun to beat its hooves anxiously.
If Li Chunran had not put on the bit in advance when she sent it into the Zhang family's house, this big animal would have already started to scream.
Zhang Lisheng looked at the young mule and caressed its smooth and shiny fur. He took out a handful of grass that he pulled from the side of the road and shook it before throwing it on the ground. The mule lowered its head and kept moving around.
Seizing the opportunity, he ran into the kitchen quickly. He put the crude porcelain jar that contained the dried herbal powder into the basket and carried it on his back. He then pinned a sharp, short boning knife to his waist and covered it with his coat. Finally, he grabbed a big, dry rag and returned to the courtyard in big steps.
The young mule was still moving its head, so Zhang Lisheng tied the rag on its eyes.
To the domesticated animals in the mountain village, covering their eyes meant that they were going to start working. They would naturally have sweet fodder to chew on after they were done with their work.
Therefore, the young mule soon quieted down and let Zhang Lisheng lead it out of the house.
A young man in Miaowei attire was carrying a bamboo basket on his back while walking a mule that weighed 600 to 700 pounds on the stone road in the village. Such a scene was rare even for the Miaowei and mountain people.
However, since the people in Guawo Village had treated Zhang Lisheng as an old man, nobody would question him no matter how strange he was doing.
On the contrary, a foreign traveler who knew Mandarin asked in a slurred tone, "Young man, it's late now. What are you going to do with the horse?"
"This is a mule," she said.
I took it to sacrifice, sir, "Zhang Lisheng smiled and replied in fluent English.
The middle-aged traveler with a big beard was slightly stunned and said while laughing heartily, "Young man, your English is great but I'm French."
This time, Zhang Lisheng did not answer him. He just led the mule and left on his own.
There were still two police cars parked at the village entrance that were used to prevent more serious criminal cases from happening again.
Since it was not a regular monitoring mission, the police officers seemed to be a little relaxed. They were smoking and chatting outside the car.
Seeing Zhang Lisheng walking over with a mule, they looked at each other in confusion. Before they could regain their senses, they saw Zhang Lisheng walking into the dense forest casually.
Naturally, the Miaowei people from Western Sichuan knew how scary the dense jungle was, especially since it was already night time.
A middle-aged criminal police said with a dumbstruck expression, "Captain … Captain Long, Zhang Lisheng has entered the jungle, we don't have to follow him right?"
The leader this time was Long Guangsheng who had verified Zhang Lisheng's age before. He threw the cigarette butt away with an embarrassed expression and stomped on it hard, "I saw it. This guy is young but he has many tricks up his sleeves.
"Don't worry, Captain Yang asked us to watch this place to prevent something serious from happening again. We're not his babysitter. Zhang Lisheng has gone into the jungle himself, we can't do anything about it."
Although he said that, Long Guangsheng was so mad that he almost crushed his front teeth when he thought about the mission that his leader gave him.
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