"The ancients prioritized sons over women, so it's normal not to remember women's names." Fu Miaoxue said indifferently.
"Even if I don't remember the name, at least I will remember the calendar." Bai Youwei opened the page in Lizheng and pointed it to her.
Li Zheng's surname is Zhao.
Li Zheng's wife's surname is Ma.
So next to Lizheng's name was written: Zhao Ma, from Majia Village to marry into this village...
Even if the name is not written, Ma's information is clear, where he was born, who he married to, how many children and daughters he has, all of which are shown on the list.
Looking at Li again, there is no information except that she is Li Leizi's wife.
Fu Miaoxue followed a few pages and muttered, "Yes, it's so strange..."
"Either from this village or from another village." Shen Mo analyzed, "Considering that even the funeral of the Li family needs the help of the villagers, the Li family should have no other relatives in this village and married from other places. It is very likely that it may even have been bought.”
Du Lai said suspiciously: "If it was bought, Li Qianggui was already 70 years old when he died. After so many years, no matter how big the hatred should be, should it subside? Besides, people are already dead, and Li Zheng is also dead. Even if Mr. Li has resentment in his heart, it should be settled."
"...Look here." Bai Youwei turned another page, "It's the old woman just now, she doesn't have a name."
Li Leizi's next door neighbor, the old man's surname is Liu, so the old woman can only be called by the Liu family.
But Liu's family has a few more words than Li's: Liu's family has three daughters, who are married to a certain village, a certain village, and a certain village.
It seems that this place is really too poor. Any family with daughters would rather marry their daughters to other villages.
They turned the list back and forth several times, and they got a lot of information, but they were all scattered, and they couldn't piece together a complete clue.
Fu Miaoxue's brows twitched and she was a little manic-depressed. She complained, "Is the official game so mind-blowing? Why doesn't the Lucky Girl stop?"
Du Lai thought about it seriously, "Could it be because he died alone and was not buried properly? Why don't we go to Li's cemetery to see."
Bai Youwei nodded, "Not only Li's tomb, but also Li Qianggui's tomb, if Li Qianggui's tomb is intact, then the matter of 'carrying the corpse' will not make sense, Li's is really 'carrying the corpse' ' Is it really Li Qianggui's corpse?"
Fu Miaoxue rubbed her arms: "Don't say it, I'll get goosebumps!"
Bai Youwei glanced at her arm, "... Haha."
"Can't you describe your psychological feelings?" Fu Miaoxue put her hands behind her reluctantly.
"Let's go." Shen Mo glanced at the cloudy sky, "I hope to find it before it rains."
Shen Mo pushed Bai Youwei's wheelchair, Du Lai took Fu Miaoxue's hand, the two women stopped temporarily and went to the cemetery together.
…
The tomb is on the hill not far from the village.
That is where the four of them went down the mountain at first.
Going up the mountain road, every few steps, you can see several graves, simple small earthbags, standing tombstones, or pressing a few pieces of yellow paper with stones.
It was already dark and gloomy, and the rain seemed to fall at any moment.
Considering that Li Qianggui died last year, the tomb should not be too old, so Shen Mo and Du Lai split up and started looking for it.
It took some time, and they finally found Li Qianggui's tomb in a desolate field of weeds—
The tomb was dug open.
The rotten straw mats emerged from the damp soil, and bones were faintly visible under the straw mats.