Chapter 73
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Yan Furong's big watery eyes were still swollen.
She cried all night last night.
Her flower-like face was much more haggard.
Her willow-like figure was even more timid.
She sat in front of the wooden window.
She heard her uncle's cousin deliberately say to the maid outside the window, "Hmph, you still think you're a young lady? You're sad all day. You don't do embroidery and waste paper and pen.
To think that father raised her for nothing. "
She shrank a little. Her family business had withered, and her relatives had all changed their faces.
She missed her family.
But she remembered her dignified and kind old father. When the brutal short-haired ghost held the so-called village assembly,
He was beaten to death by the angry mob shouting, "Return my family's life."
She remembered her kind and beautiful mother.
She just executed a few dirty servants, and those wicked slaves called her a "female tiger." So she covered her face and threw herself into the well to die.
She remembered her handsome brothers.
His unfaithful concubines and maids accused him of raping women.
How many women died.
Because of this, he was executed by the rebels.
She was immediately overwhelmed with grief.
Hatred rolled in. She wrote, "Sorrow and self-pity in my boudoir.
The winter snow has arrived. This body is like a withered lotus. "
She wrote for a while.
She wiped her tears with a brocade handkerchief.
Her cousin's panicked shouts came from outside the window. "What are you doing? What are you doing? "
A pleasant female voice said, "Where is your father?"
Her heart trembled.
She quietly pushed open the window and peeked out through a crack.
She saw her cousin in the corridor.
She was blocked by a young woman and some people.
Oh! It was so scary. The linen-clothed man beside the woman.
Don't hold a gun. Isn't it the "short-haired ghost"? She remembered it for the rest of her life.
The young woman frowned and took a few steps. Her posture was extremely beautiful. Yan Furong felt that she was familiar at first glance. This was the bearing of a young lady who had been well-educated. It was almost instinctive.
When the woman turned her head, she was even more familiar. She almost cried out. Wasn't this the woman who came to raid her house with the leader of the Yunnan short-haired ghost that day?
"The ancestral hall …" Her cousin's prestige in front of her was instantly extinguished, and she answered timidly.
Yan Furong looked down on such two-faced people. Even if she was living under someone else's roof now.
The woman glanced in Yan Furong's direction. Yan Furong jumped in fright and hurriedly hid behind the window. He thought: She didn't see me, did she?
Lin Daiyu could clearly see the half of the face behind the wooden window that quickly shrank back as if it was frightened.
She had a photographic memory and whispered, "So this Miss Yan is arranged to stay here?"
Zhang Yilang thought he had misheard, but Lin Daiyu gently shook her head and walked out of the Yan Family's branch with a smile.
The ancestral hall was usually the most magnificent building in the village.
The ancestral hall of Yan Village was no exception.
Moreover, there was a rich man in the Yan Village. When the ancestral hall was built, the entire village paid for it. Naturally, it was built with green tiles, white walls, black wooden fences, and solemn doors.
Even the couplets at the door that wished for longevity and longevity were printed in gold.
It wasn't as if no one had been possessed and wanted to steal from him. However, they were all beaten to death and fed to the dogs.
Today, there was a rare hubbub at the entrance of the ancestral hall.
Many peasants in ragged clothes blocked the entrance of the ancestral hall and shouted, "You're still lying to us! We all saw your family's worker, Big Dog Hu, come back with some 'land allocation certificate' and got 18 mu of land. The volunteer army's field keeper immediately let him into the field! "
The temple attendant of the ancestral hall, who was also Zong Zheng, saw that something was wrong and hurriedly said, "It's hard to buy a family name with a thousand gold coins. We're all relatives with the same surname. How can we believe the words of a foreigner?"
The short Zong Xiang beside him also hurriedly said, "That's the clan land and ancestral hall land. It's shared by people with the surname Yan. That short-haired thief confiscated our land and even did some 'distribution'. Even a person with the surname Hu can get it. Isn't this a sin? "
Seeing that they were still making noise, Zong Zheng simply shouted with his eyes wide open, "When the ancestral hall was built, which of us didn't pay for it? Who didn't have a share of this ancestral hall land? If you really believe those short-haired thieves and cause trouble in front of the ancestral hall, then you don't deserve to have the surname Yan! Ha, who dares to go to that short-haired b * tch and divide our own clan land? How can you deserve to have the surname Yan? "
"Then, Yan Nan's death was also caused by people with the same surname?" A woman's voice suddenly interrupted his quibbling.
Yan Nan? Oh, Yan Nan!
Some of the peasants had already retreated, but when they heard the two words Yan Nan, they were suddenly shocked. They all looked at Zong Zheng and whispered to each other.
"Who? Who! "Zong Zheng was flustered and exasperated as he looked around for the person who spoke.
The person who spoke walked over from under the shade of a willow tree. That extremely beautiful appearance, graceful posture, and more importantly, the gun on her waist and the linen clothed short-haired ghost behind her made the surrounding peasants unconsciously move away.
"It's me." The beautiful woman looked up at him. Her eyes were full of emotions, but there seemed to be a storm in them, "You're talking about the 'short-haired thief's b * tch'."
Zong Zheng stared at her.
She smiled and said, "Today, I'm not here to divide 'your own clan land'. I'm also not here to register. I'm just following the Revolutionary Army to deal with an unjust case. "
As she spoke, she stepped behind her. A few scholars wearing long robes and Blue Silk from the Revolutionary Army walked forward, carrying an open empty coffin with shovels in their hands. Following behind him was a weeping widow and a young boy.
"Yan Nan's wife and son!" The crowd suddenly exploded.
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