Chapter 51: You are also involved in the murder

A middle-aged man snatched Xiangnan's mother from the aunt's hands and slapped her in the face.

Their family lives close to Grandma Wang's family, and they are relatives, so they interact with each other quite often.

The crowd was in chaos, almost like everyone was complaining about their grievances. No one sympathized with the family, and most of them even cursed at them.

"You feel bad for your own son, but other people's children are not children. How old is the child of Widow Wang's family?"

"You are simply beasts. You are so cruel. We are all from the same village. Have you forgotten who Widow Wang's husband is?"

"That's Xiang Huai's only child, you two deserve to die..." Some angry aunts spitted at the two of them and scolded them harshly.

But both of them were completely immersed in the pain of losing their son and had lost any desire to live.

Xiangnan's mother kept banging on Xiangyu's iron door, "Please, kill me."

Xiang Yu didn't even look at her. He closed the door and went straight to her house. The village chief's son brought his men and turned Xiang Nan's house upside down.

We discovered that more than one household was robbed, because there was a lot of food piled up in the kitchen attic.

Xiang Yu entered the house and started searching Xiang Nan's room. Finally, he found a radio under the bed. While no one was around, Xiang Yu put the radio into the space.

After piling all the grain in the yard, the village chief's son took out the paper and pen he had used to record his day's visits.

He organized all the people in the village and had them stand outside the yard. As he called out each person's name, that person would come forward to receive the things they wanted.

Although some of the supplies looted from the south had been eaten, the supplies were still enough to last each villager for a while.

As the temperature dropped, most of the elderly people in the village could not survive this winter. Those who can stand here today are the only remaining villagers in Xiangjia Village.

Two pounds of rice, two pounds of flour, a dozen sweet potatoes, and a bag of corn kernels.

These are what Xiang Yu received.

As for Xiangnan's parents who were still alive, the villagers did not care about their life or death. Outside the crowd, Xiangnan's father carried his son's body on his back.

He stared at the villagers coldly, but his eyes were more focused on Xiang Yu, and he met Xiang Nan's father's murderous eyes.

There was no trace of panic on Xiang Yu's face.

This whole process lasted until the second half of the night. Xiangnan's father and mother did not leave but followed Xiangyu. They wanted to avenge their child.

After putting the things he had brought on the wooden table, Xiang Yu took out a raincoat from the space and put it on, without dealing with the two people outside the door.

Guessing that they would continue to pester him, the villagers had already gone back to their homes.

She opened the door and looked at the two people outside who looked like sculptures, especially Xiangnan's mother, whose eyes looked as if she wanted to eat her.

If you don't cut the grass at the root, it will grow again with the spring breeze. Xiang Yu walked towards the two of them, and Xiang Nan's mother picked up an axe from somewhere.

She raised the knife and slashed towards Xiang Yu, then ran forward two steps, and the dagger in her sleeve slipped out, and Xiang Yu dodged her attack.

The knife slid towards the wrist where she was holding the knife, and her cotton coat was torn, some cotton wool fell out, and a burning pain came from her arm.

The knife in Xiangnan's mother's hand fell to the ground. She was indeed heartbroken when facing her son's death, but at this moment when she was truly facing death.

But fear was filling her heart, she didn't want to die yet.

Xiang Yu acted quickly. Before she could react, blood spurted from her neck. She fell to the ground, looking at Xiang Yu with unwilling eyes.

"I'm afraid you are also involved in the murder," Xiang Yu looked at Xiang Nan's father, this silent man, and he perfectly interpreted the sentence.

A dog that bites doesn't bark.

She had carefully looked at the murder scene at Grandma Wang's house. There were five people, and their deaths were in different positions. It was definitely not something that one person could have done.

He had been shot in the right shoulder before, and because he had delayed treatment for too long, his injured arm had been frozen and numb.

He didn't have the strength to fight back against Xiang Yu. At this moment, listening to Xiang Yu's words, his eyes were full of shock.

"It doesn't matter, just kill me if you want..." When he killed someone for the first time, he knew that one day he would be killed too.

Xiang Yu didn't waste any time. After dealing with him, he grabbed a leg with one hand and dragged the two men back to their house.

Since the villagers had received a lot of food from Xiangnan's family last time, they ate it sparingly and thus managed to hold out for a while.

But the good times did not last long. No matter how much food there was, it would eventually be eaten up. Almost a month later, the villagers went up the mountain again to dig up tree roots and grass roots.

But the temperature at this time had reached minus 51 degrees Celsius. The villagers did not have good cold-proof equipment, and the soil also solidified due to the low temperature.

Digging is even more time-consuming and laborious. Who can stay in this temperature for an hour?

There was no food left and the firewood for heating had all burned out. Finally, the village chief's son asked everyone to choose for themselves, find some close people, and try to live together.

If you build a fire like this, it can warm more than one person.