Just when everyone thought he could go over and vent his anger for his daughter, Brother Li squatted down again, tearing his hair and started crying and howling, this time a little louder than before.

"Sihui! My daughter!"

"Useless man."

"How did Sihui end up with such a father?"

Everyone looked at him with disdain, not afraid of hearing their discussions. Their voices were loud, full of accusations and contempt. No one looked up to a man like him.

The two women over there rolled on the ground, covered in dirt, pulling each other's hair desperately, neither of them willing to let go first.

"elder sister."

A thin boy of about thirteen or fourteen came running over crying. His clothes were almost torn into rags. As he ran, the rags fluttered in the wind. He really looked like a beggar begging for food.

He is Sihui's younger brother, Li Jianguo, who is six years younger than her and has a deep relationship with his sister.

He was very bullied in the Li family. His stepmother always wanted to drive him away. She would beat or scold him at every turn and asked him to do all the dirty and tiring work. However, he was only given leftovers to eat and was half-hungry. His cowardly father dared not say anything.

Only his sister secretly gave him a little warmth. When she died, his only support was gone. He threw himself on his sister and pushed her hard. His crying was so sad that anyone who heard it would feel sad and cry. People around him sighed as they looked at this poor child.

"Jianguo! Stop pushing your sister. Her soul is still here! It must hurt you so much!"

An elderly lady in the village saw Li Jianguo pushing Sihui's body hard and hurried over to persuade him.

"Grandma Liu, my sister is not dead. Please help me save her! I kowtow to you."

Li Jianguo cried and looked at the villagers around him, hoping that someone would come and tell him that his sister could still be saved. Holding on to this glimmer of hope, he knelt on the ground and kowtowed to the crowd.

The ground was full of stones, and he knocked his head so hard that blood came out after two hits. Grandma Liu pulled him up.

"Poor child, Li Laogen, you should be more careful! Look how skinny this child is. He is your own flesh and blood. He will break the pot of wine to bury you in the future."

"That's right. Look at how skinny the child is. Then look at the two fat kids the stepmother brought. They are all wearing good clothes."

"Sihui is dead, be nice to Jianguo!"

The surrounding villagers blamed Li Laogen, making him unable to raise his head and crying with his head down.

The two women over there were still tearing each other apart. Rumbling thunder sounded in the sky. The setting sun that had just illuminated half the sky disappeared. Dark clouds piled up layer by layer. A strong wind blew up from the ground. The wind swirled around Sihui's body on the ground. Seeing this scene, the people present were a little scared.

"Stop it, Zhao Cuihua. Sihui is your daughter-in-law and must be carried to your home. It's decided."

When the village chief saw that the two families were still arguing after someone had died, he immediately became angry and shouted at Zhao Cuihua, not allowing any questioning.

Zhao Cuihua and Liu Jingyun, who were fighting over there, were pulled apart. They both sat on the ground with disheveled hair, gasping for breath. Lightning flashed across their faces, making them look like ghosts. They glared at each other, looking very dissatisfied and ready to fight again at any time.

"Sister is awake." When everyone was looking at Liu Jingyun and Zhao Cuihua, Li Jianguo suddenly shouted excitedly.

Everyone subconsciously looked over and found that Li Sihui, who was lying dead on the ground, was now sitting up, staring at everyone with eyes wide open, with a bit of confusion in her eyes.

I don't know who shouted first, "Oh my god! He's dead."