Tong Su lowered his head.
"On the bed is my sister, Xia Chaojin, who passed away last night. My mother was so distraught that she didn't have time to tell everyone, and because of this, my uncles exposed their disgust! Qingzhai was heartbroken and angry, and wanted to ask the village chief Bao Zhang to do it. This is a testimony. My mother and I are going to separate our family from my uncle. From now on, I, Xia Qingzhai, my mother, my son, my son, whether we are rich or poor, good or bad, have nothing to do with him! My uncle no longer has the right to rob the property left by my father!"
It turns out that it was Xia Chaojin who died, not Xia Qingzhai
In a moment of desperation, both of them forgot to check the identity of the person on the bed, and subconsciously believed it.
I just think about what I said before, and think about the mother and son. They were talking about "child" and "what if", and they didn't admit directly that it was their son who died!
Damn it, they deliberately tried to trick him!
The village chief's gray beard curled up and he said angrily: "Xia Wei, Xia Li! What else do you have to say?"
"I... I'm not... I didn't..." Xia Wei and Xia Wei were flustered and angry, hesitating, "It's not..."
"What else is there? Look at how majestic you were just now! Thinking that Qingzhai is gone, you show off your majesty as an elder and steal Xia He's inheritance? You also have the face!"
The old village chief was so angry that his chest was wheezing. He hit the two people's heads with his crutch and staggered. The villagers nearby rushed to help him worriedly. The old village chief still stared and wanted to slap the two of them.
"Separate the family! The family must be separated! I have laid out the plan of the village chief this time. I want you to continue to be Qingzhai's uncle. I am afraid that sooner or later his widowed mother and orphan will be killed! The whole village is watching. From now on , Xia Wei and Xia Li can no longer try to seize the Qingzhai family's property!"
"Hey, we're all watching for him..."
"Old village chief, calm down, don't be angry over these two things..."
The security guard was also angry: "Xia Wei, Xia Li, why don't you leave? Do you have the nerve to stay here?"
Uncle Xia and Uncle Xia were criticized by thousands of people. They blushed and looked embarrassed. They glared at Tong Su angrily and fled away with the whole family in despair.
"Chaojin... No, Qingzhai, it's Qingzhai..." Xia's mother was tortured by several surprises and was exhausted mentally and physically. Tongsu quickly reached out to support her. She looked desolate and her tears kept falling, "Qingzhai..."
This time of Qingzhai made the son cry on the bed, and what made him cry even more was that from now on, the daughter could only make men's clothes to survive in his son's stead!
The village chief, security chief and others did not know what was going on. They just thought she was crying for her dead "daughter" and came forward to express condolences.
Tong Su was relieved after solving the crisis between Uncle Xia and Uncle Xia. She helped Xia's mother aside and sat down, and seriously discussed with the village chief how to bury her "sister".
"... This man in the Xia family is really great. I heard that when he lived with his father in the city, he had been studying in a private school. He has been famous for his talent since he was a child! From the looks of him, he will definitely have a big future!"
"Please take more care of their family. It's pitiful..."
"You don't need to tell me! Hey, I just thought about how pretty the girl from the Xia family is. I wanted to tell my son about the future. Yesterday she looked fine, but why today - hey!"
The snow stopped, the clouds closed, the wind gradually died down, and villagers in twos and threes returned home through the thick snow. The busy farm work throughout the year finally had a time to take a break. Their tired bodies wished they could go home and burn a hot kang and have a good sleep. With.
The vast wilderness is covered by wind and snow, smoke curls from the kitchen stoves in the isolated village, chickens and dogs chatter around the dead trees, and horses are trampling on the side of the fence. Half of the flaming red clothes hang down from the horse's back, and someone chuckles.
"I wanted to come to the village as an excuse to drink hot water, but I saw a good show. Your Majesty, this boy is thin and sickly. Unexpectedly, he is still strong-tempered."