Today, I Have Yet to Become a Doll

Chapter 529: The village directory

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This question is not too critical, but Bai Youwei always cares about it.

Every household in the village has two or three children, so why doesn't the Li family have a single child? As a result, there is not even a person to stand a memorial tablet after death.

The old woman immediately shook her head: "Li's body is weak, she is too delicate."

The old man in the room replied: "Li Shi was a little young when he got married, and he almost lost his life when he gave birth for the first time. Although he saved his life later, the child did not live for a month, and the children born after that were also all dead. He didn't grow up, he died early in his infancy..."

After the old man finished speaking, he sighed and said, "I'm tired... old lady, is there any water?"

The old woman's face fell, she got up and went into the house, closing the door with a bang.

After answering the three questions, the NPC left the stage.

The four people outside the door looked at each other.

Fu Miaoxue murmured, "Aren't ancient people married very early? They get married at the age of fifteen or sixteen. If Li's age is even younger... How much younger? Fourteen years? Thirteen years old?"

Bai Youwei reminded her: "Li Leizi is full of leprosy and is very poor."

Fu Miaoxue's face was cold: "It's so ugly, how hard did her parents think about marrying their daughter?"

Du Lai: "Maybe Li's family is even poorer. In ancient times, many people were so poor that they would marry off their daughters in exchange for some dowry gifts, or leave them for their sons to marry."

"There is another possibility." Shen Mo said, "Li's appearance is ugly, or his body is ill."

What kind of pot goes with what kind of lid, if Li Qianggui is a poor idiot full of leprosy, then Li may also have some flaws.

"It's a little troublesome." Du Lai smiled, "We don't know Li's information, name, age, where he lives, we don't know any of these, and we still can't infer the reason why the female corpse keeps going."

"At least you can rule out revenge for your husband." Bai Youwei calmly analyzed, "Without children, an ugly husband, and a poor family, I don't think they will be a loving couple in such an environment, I'm afraid there will be more resentment."

Shen Mo thought for a moment, then raised his eyes to look at the sky, "Lizheng's house usually keeps the name books of the whole village. If you go now, it should be too late."

Du Lai nodded.

When it comes to stealing, no one is more skilled than him.

Du Lai quickly found a home where clothes were dried, put on the villagers' gray linen clothes, grabbed a handful of loess on the ground, rubbed it evenly, and smeared it on his face, making the whole person inconspicuous, and then He bowed his head and went to Lizheng's house.

Shen Mo, Bai Youwei and Fu Miaoxue were waiting for him outside.

It didn't take long for him to come out.

He came out too fast, and his expression was gloomy. Everyone thought he had missed and didn't get the name book. Unexpectedly, Du Lai took out a name book from his arms and handed it to Shen Mo.

"I got it." Du Lai frowned slightly, "But there is no Li's name on it."

Bai Youwei was stunned, and then thought of something, "Show me."

Shen Mo just opened the first page and handed it to her after hearing the words.

The first page is an introduction to the topography of the village, roughly how many people there are, how many fields, how many crops are planted, and so on.

In the back is the information of each family, arranged according to the generation, from the grandfather to the present.

Bai Youwei found Li Qianggui's name.

His parents have long since passed away, and his two older brothers have also passed away. Li Qianggui lived to be 70 years old, which is considered a long life. If he hadn't been beheaded, he might have lived a long time.

Next to Li Qianggui's name, there is a small line of words:

"Wife, Mrs. Li."

No name, no age, no introduction, like a vassal that exists or doesn't exist, no one knows.

Bai Youwei frowned, turned a few pages, and took a deep breath.

"Most of the women in this village have no names."