She didn't believe them. There were a lot of gangsters there. If it really came to that, she, an outsider, would die without knowing how she had done it.

The best way is to let Lao Zhou die here, so that Lao Zhou's brothers and sisters will not know that Yaozu is not Lao Zhou's son.

If they are successful, they will be recognized by their clans and will inherit the family property legitimately.

This... is the safest way.

Old Zhou had just been in so much pain that his nose and eyes were streaming with tears, and now he was incontinent and couldn't even make a sound to beg for mercy.

Sun Lan endured the stench and watched him struggle on the ground with cold eyes.

The night was already very quiet. Apart from the occasional chirping of insects, not a single sound could be heard.

Old Zhou was completely unable to make any sound, and could only gasp in fear, with his body twitching from time to time.

Seeing that it was almost time, Sun Lan put him on a rotten mat and dragged him to the courtyard pond.

He kicked him down directly.

After finishing, she went back to clean the room.

I cleaned up the things that Lao Zhou, who had lost his incontinence, had left in the house, and chopped up the old mat and burned it.

There was also chicken soup on the table, which was all poured into the shit pit.

After everything was ready, she went to bed.

Unable to fall asleep, she just lay there with her eyes closed until dawn.

The elders in the village said that they saw the body in the courtyard pond.

Sun Lan knew that Lao Zhou's body had been found. She got up from the bed, patted her face, and then staggered to the courtyard.

"Xiaolan, oh Xiaolan, something happened to your Lao Zhou." In the group, old lady Liu shouted.

Sun Lan ran over in a hurry and burst into tears when she saw Lao Zhou's body which had been soaked overnight.

"Oh, Lao Zhou, why did you die? What would happen if you left Yaozu and me behind?"

Um?

Everyone looked at her strangely.

She gets beaten every day, and she still cries?

Isn't her family's Yaozu the son of a peddler?

"Xiao Lan, what happened? How did your old Zhou drown in the pond?"

Sun Lan said to everyone, "Actually, Lao Zhou has been unable to sleep at night recently because he knows that Yaozu is not his own son, and he is very depressed. He walks around in depression at night, and beats me during the day when things don't go his way. Yesterday... yesterday he drank a lot of wine, couldn't sleep in the middle of the night, and went out for a walk again. Unexpectedly, he fell into the pond in the courtyard."

Is that so?

Old Mrs. Liu thought, she had just told Sun Lan about Li Xiangyun drowning in the courtyard pond the day before yesterday, and now Old Zhou is dead, isn't it too coincidental?

This Old Zhou...could he have been killed by Sun Lan?

She made this guess, but she had no evidence and didn't dare to speak out.

At this time, the village chief asked: "What should we do now?"

Sun Lan said: "I want to take Lao Zhou back to my hometown to bury him."

"That's fine, do you want help?"

"Please, village chief, bring me some wood so I can burn Old Zhou."

"Ah? Burnt?"

"Yes, my Yaozu is still in the hospital, so we won't be going back for the time being. It's so hot, it will go bad if it's not roasted. I roasted it for him and put it in a jar so I can take him back to East City in the future."

The village chief thought this made sense.

"Okay, then everyone help us build a fire and burn him."

Everyone felt that Zhou's death was strange, but since he was a stranger, no one was willing to speak up for him.

Especially since he is a foreigner and has been fighting against locals every day, his good impression has been completely ruined.

Even if Sun Lan really kills him, so what? He deserves it.

Let's just pretend to be ignorant. Once the body is burned, we won't know anything.

It is the busy farming season recently and everyone is busy harvesting crops. In order to roast Lao Zhou, everyone even set aside a day to come and watch the excitement.

The news spread to the next village, and they ran to the village chief and said, "Old man Ye San, are you going to burn the bodies yourself?"

"Yeah, what's wrong?"

"I'm afraid it's against the rules."

"What?"

"You can bury it yourself, but you can't burn it yourself. You have to send it to the crematorium to burn it. And how can you burn a rotten corpse like your wheat stalk? You need a big fire in the crematorium to do that."

"Ah? You're still so particular?"

"Isn't it? Society is different now. Do you still think you are the boss? Do you have the final say on everything in the village? I advise you to ask the higher-ups. Don't let anything go wrong later and you won't be able to bear the consequences."

Hearing him say this, the village chief was also very worried.

After thinking about it, I decided to go to the team and ask.

When the captain heard this, he scolded him.

"I think you are getting old and confused. How dare you burn this?"

"What should I do?"

The captain said, "If you want to bury it, just bury it. That's fine. But if you want to burn it, you have to take it to the crematorium. It's illegal to burn corpses privately. If the higher-ups find out, they'll arrest you and put you in jail."

"Ah? I have to wait in line, is that serious?"

"What else? You must not burn it, understand?"

"Okay, okay. Got it. I'll go back and tell my family later."

"Well, I'll write you a note later, and you can take it to the crematorium and burn it."

"Well, thank you for your help."

"Who died in your village?"

"She is not from our village, but the daughter-in-law is from our village."

The other party put down the pen and said coldly: "Then you want me to write a note? Which village are you taking them back to their own village?"

"If we can't take him back, he's not from Lincheng, he's from Dongcheng, thousands of miles away from here. I heard it takes three days and three nights to get there by train, not to mention corpses can't be taken by train. His wife couldn't take the body back, so she said she burned it to ashes, put it in a can, and took the can back with her."

The captain frowned, feeling that this matter was a bit difficult to handle.

The village chief said, "It's so hot, we can't put it away. If it stinks, we won't be able to move it. I mean, we should just burn it now."

"Hey! This is not a good thing for you. It's not our team. How did he die?"

"It was like this. He drank too much and went out for a walk in the middle of the night. He slipped and fell into the pond in the yard and drowned."

"Is it the courtyard pond in your village?"

"yes."

"Why is it that pond again? Didn't a woman drown in that pond a few years ago?"

"right."

"Then another little girl fell in and nearly drowned?"

Hmm? Who is it?

Oh, by the way, he said it was Yeh Carol Jen.

"Yes, that girl is not dead."

"That person almost died, and now another one has died. Two and a half have died in less than ten years?"

Village chief: "..." My family is living well, how can it be considered half?

"I think you should fill up the pond in the yard. It always drowns people."

"That pond is an old one, it's been there for hundreds of years, and the surrounding land relies on it for irrigation, so it can't be filled up."

"It's unlucky to have so many people drown. We have to fill it up."

"This... let's talk about this later. You'd better write me a note and burn it as soon as possible to prevent it from stinking."

The captain thought about it and still felt that this was inappropriate.