Spring scenery in the fields

Chapter 160 Shen Dadong is dead

"I'm not afraid in broad daylight."

She definitely didn't dare come at night.

"Brother Shen, I just overheard that Uncle Dong wants to mortgage the homestead and fields to the head of the village."

"He said he wanted to make a good coffin, but the house and land have been sold, so what will he do in the future?"

Shen Rongshan looked at the tombstone next to him: "This is the tomb of Aunt Qian, Shen Hubiao's mother."

He was silent for a moment: "Uncle Dong...he has lost the desire to live. He has spent his whole life for his son, but in the end, he has to send his son to his grave."

Ji Wenhe also guessed: "If he took his son to surrender, gave out his accomplices, and then went to the head of the village to plead for mercy, then his son would not die, right?"

Shen Liuyun's husband and father-in-law both work in the government.

"Pay some money and serve a few years in jail. If you pay more, you can serve a few days in jail and then be released."

He told Shen Dadong about it at the time, but Shen Dadong didn't listen to him and insisted on keeping it secret for his son.

Shen Rongshan wiped the sweat from his forehead and sighed: "Uncle Dong is too spoiled."

"When he got into trouble as a child, Uncle Dong went to apologize to the people and was reluctant to beat or scold his son at all."

"I remember Uncle Qingyang said that if Shen Hubiao is not properly disciplined, he will regret it in the future."

Now, what Shen Qingyang said has been verified.

Ji Wenhe looked at the wooden tombstone and said, "It is said that loving mothers often spoil their children, but I didn't know that loving fathers can also spoil their children."

"The child I gave birth to at the cost of my life, in the end..."

"Forget it, let's not talk about it anymore. I'll go get you some water."

After the grave was dug, Shen Dadong gave him all his money and asked him to borrow a donkey cart to drag the two coffins back.

Shen Rongshan wanted to say something, but was stopped by him and told to go quickly.

At night, the two coffins were dragged back.

People working in the fields looked at each other in surprise when they saw him dragging two coffins into the village.

Zhou Xiaoyu said to her mother-in-law, "Mom, why did Rongshan come back with two coffins? Isn't Shen Dadong fine?"

Is it...

"Mom, do you think he is keeping it for himself?"

Feng Xiayun shook her head: "I don't know, but if it wasn't for me, who else could it be given to? There are only two people in his family, and his son died, so he's the only one left."

"If you ask me, Shen Hubiao's death does not deserve sympathy."

Shen Zhanguo was squatting on the ground, his clothes were clean, and he had no intention of going into the fields to help.

"When his wife died during childbirth, he didn't even think of making a coffin. He just wrapped her in a straw mat and buried her."

He sneered.

"Now that my son is gone and I am about to die, I want to make two good coffins."

As women, they can empathize with each other.

After ten months of hard work in the pregnancy, the midwife asked whether to save the baby for the adult or the younger one, and her husband said without hesitation that he should save the younger one.

In the end, the person was gone, with only a tattered straw mat left with him.

So the villagers don’t pay much attention to them. If they are not from the same village, they would feel awkward if they don’t talk to each other and they don’t even want to talk to them.

Feng Xiayun looked towards the west and said, "Shen Dadong is a good person, but he loses his composure when it comes to his son's affairs."

She thinks about her son in everything, makes plans for him, and cleans up his mess herself.

If his son wasn't involved, there would be nothing wrong with what he did.

Shen Zhanguo spat: "This is retribution."

Zhou Xiaoyu looked at him unhappily: "You are not even as good as him. He knows how to work in the fields, collect firewood and cook."

"You really think you are a young master. Let me tell you, if you don't help this year, you won't have any food at home in the future."

"What are you arguing about? There are so many people in the fields. If anyone hears you, what kind of woman would scold her husband like that?"

"It's okay if I don't scold him, but he should work. He does nothing at home every day, just waiting for free meals."

Zhou Xiaoyu is not afraid of her father-in-law at all. Her husband has become so lazy now because of him.

Seeing that the two were about to quarrel again, Feng Xiayun hurried to smooth things over.

"Hurry up and work, Zhan Guo, go pull the seedlings in the field."

Shen Zhanguo stood up and shook his sleeves: "No, I haven't gone. I haven't recovered from the cough I had a few days ago. I'm very weak. I have to go home and lie down."

How can you not feel tired if you just lie at home all day without doing anything?

Zhou Xiaoyu was so angry that she gritted her teeth. If she had the chance to do it again, she would never marry such a man.

That night.

Shen Rongshan changed the body of Shen Hubiao, which was already emitting a foul smell, into a newly bought piece of clothing and placed it in the coffin.

After he had finished everything, he went to the next room to call for help and found that Shen Dadong had eaten rat poison and was dead.

He hurriedly called the villagers.

Everyone gathered at the gate of the courtyard. Shen Zhong stood at the front, looking at the two coffins in the courtyard.

"The person... is really gone?"

Shen Rongshan nodded: "When I found it, it was already dead."

"This..." Lan Qiuhua took a half step back, "How..."

He didn't say a complete sentence for a long time.

None of the villagers who were watching said a word, and all of them had sad looks on their faces.

After a long while, Shen Zhong said in a deep voice: "Alas, now that he is gone, let him rest in peace."

"Shen Hubiao committed a crime and was beheaded. We can't hold a grand funeral. We should just find a few people to carry him and bury him."

Shen Ping asked: "Shen Hubiao can't, but his father can always do it. We are from the same village and have the same surname, so we can't just let it go so hastily."

No one around agreed.

Seeing that no one answered him, he tactfully shut his mouth and said no more.

Several young men carried the coffin, and without any ceremony, they directly carried it into the pit and buried it.

Ji Wenhe and Lan Qiuhua walked at the back and whispered, "Aunt Lan, why is the head of the village unwilling to hold a funeral for Uncle Dong?"

In her opinion, people with the same surname are more united.

"Well, it can be done, but who will pay for it?"

If she was asked to pay money, she would naturally not be willing to do so.

However, if her husband was at home and offered financial help, she would not stop him.

"Wen He, don't listen to what the villagers say, about having the same surname, being from the same village, or being from the same clan."

"When they really encounter trouble and are asked to take out the money from their homes, they will no longer say that they are members of the same clan."

"People are selfish. Everyone is having a hard time. Who would be willing to spend the money they have?"

"Look at the head of the village. He just said he would hold a funeral for Shen Hubiao, but when the time came, he didn't mention a single word."

Ji Wenhe understood that people are selfish and are willing to lend a helping hand as long as it does not affect their own interests.

In the face of interests, being from the same village, having the same surname, or being from the same family means nothing.

She did not go to the cemetery, but stood by the river waiting.

Lan Qiuhua stood beside her and looked at the village: "There is one less family in Shenjia Village."

Due to the war and famine, most of the people in Shenjia Village died or moved away, and now there are only fourteen families left.

After waiting for a long time, Shen Rongshan finally came back with a few uncles.

Without saying a word, everyone went their separate ways and returned home with heavy expressions.