Zhong Chengfa saw Zhang Chunxue approaching and subconsciously stood up: "Mom... the police, what did the police say?"
Zhang Chunxue's expression was calm: "They said they would catch the murderer."
Zhong Chengfa pursed his lips and sat down again.
How to catch the murderer...
Even if they caught him, what would happen? The third brother would still be dead!
Thinking of this, Zhong Chengfa couldn't help but tear up, his voice choked with sobs: "Mom, the third brother, he, the third brother just passed away like that... He wasn't even married yet!"
Zhang Chunxue stood in front of Zhong Chengfa, her eyes fixed on his lowered head, a mixture of emotions welling up in her heart. She remained silent, unable to say that Zhong Chengyi's death was a good thing.
She couldn't say that.
Although Zhang Chunxue died in hatred for her three sons and grandsons in her previous life, but... Zhong Chengyi is dead.
What's more, if it weren't for Zhong Chengyi last night, she and Song Xingzhi wouldn't know what would have happened!
"I'll be staying here for the next few days," Zhang Chunxue said calmly, "I won't go back until the third brother is buried."
Uncle Qi said that the burial would take place on a specific date, and he chose a date three days later, which meant that Zhong Chengyi's body would have to remain in the body for three more days.
There will definitely be a lot of people from Zhongjia Village coming to pay their respects in the next few days, and as a mother, Zhang Chunxue will of course be responsible for entertaining them.
Zhong Chengfa nodded silently and said nothing more.
Zhong Hongqing moved to Zhang Chunxue's side again and timidly called her Grandma.
Zhang Chunxue just glanced at him and responded calmly.
There were no sheets or quilts in the old house in Zhongjia Village, so Song Xingzhi planned to ride his tricycle to bring some back from the town.
Zhang Chunxue knew that his hand was injured and he had not slept all night, so she forced him to go to Zhong Aiguo's house to sleep for a while, and then she rode her tricycle back to town.
After bringing back the sheets and quilts, Zhang Chunxue went to the village supply and marketing cooperative to buy food.
These days, the people in Zhongjia Village have to keep vigil at night and eat during the day, so Zhang Chunxue has to prepare food for them.
Zhong Aiguo took a notebook and arranged the people who would keep vigil every night.
Zhongjia Village was a large family, and although they had now split up, they still worked together to help handle such a major event. As the elder, Zhong Aiguo naturally took the initiative to take on the task of coordination. While arranging the personnel, he whispered to Zhong Chengfa to take good care of Zhang Chunxue's emotions.
After hearing this, Zhong Chengfa could only smile bitterly.
"Uncle Aiguo, you really think too highly of me... My mother doesn't need me to take care of her at all!"
Zhong Aiguo thought so too. Zhang Chunxue didn't like Zhong Chengfa at all, so he simply asked his wife to talk to Zhou Mingli.
The most crucial thing is that it was Zhong Chengren who stabbed Zhong Chengyi to death. Zhou Mingli was Zhong Chengren’s ex-wife and had almost been killed by Zhong Chengren before...
Zhong Aiguo was planning to have Yang Lifang come here at night to sleep with Zhou Mingli, to take better care of her and make her feel more at ease and secure.
For the next three days, Zhang Chunxue was busy with these trivial matters until the day of the burial.
On the day of the burial, many people came to Zhongjia Village, including relatives and friends to see Zhong Chengyi off for the last time.
Zhang Chunxue watched with almost indifference as Zhong Chengyi was placed into the coffin and carried up the mountain for burial, without a trace of fluctuation in her eyes.
Liu Cui'e was crying all the time, and her crying was intermittent and made people feel upset.
Even Gao Xiuli and her two sisters-in-law were wiping their tears.
Zhong Chengyi's grave is not far from Zhong Guosheng's grave, so after reaching the mountain, Liu Cui'e cried even louder.
"My sons! My grandsons! Why are you so short-lived? You make me, an old woman, see your children die time and time again!"
Zhang Chunxue just thought it was ridiculous.
Liu Cui'e knew better than anyone what kind of life Zhong Guosheng had lived in their home before.
As for Zhong Chengyi, Liu Cui'e didn't like Zhong Guosheng and separated him from the family early on. How could she possibly have any feelings for Zhong Chengyi?
But now, she was crying sadly with tears and snot.
Zhang Chunxue watched this scene coldly, feeling only irony in his heart.
Who is Liu Cui'e doing this for?
Come for her!
Sure enough, Liu Cui'e started crying again.
"What sin did our family commit? Why did Guosheng and his son die so young? I don't know who brought bad luck upon them!
As soon as she said this, all the people going up the mountain looked at Zhang Chunxue at the same time.
Song Xingzhi's face immediately darkened.
Although many people think that Liu Cui'e's statement is a bit excessive.
But at this time, no one was willing to stand up and directly refute her.
After all, if this were said out loud, wouldn't it be equivalent to naming Zhang Chunxue?
Now Zhang Chunxue is Director Song's wife! Who dares to mess with her?
"Maybe it's you who's unlucky!" Zhang Chunxue said calmly, "After all, one is your son and the other is your grandson."
Liu Cui'e's crying stopped abruptly.
She looked at Zhang Chunxue angrily: "You, you, you..."
Zhang Chunxue slapped her forehead in frustration. "Oh! We were cracking down on feudal superstitions before! Liu Cui'e, you keep saying 'kekeke' all the time. Even though there's no Revolutionary Committee now, you could still easily be singled out as an example."
As she spoke, she looked at Song Xingzhi.
Song Xingzhi understood and nodded immediately: "That's right, openly promoting feudal superstitions should indeed be singled out for criticism and education."
Liu Cui'e's face trembled, and her old face suddenly showed a bit of panic: "I... I..."
Zhong Guoqiang quickly spoke up: "Oh, Mom! You are just an old thinker! Isn't this just because Lao Er and Cheng Yi have bad luck?"
He quickly said, "Let Chengyi rest in peace now!"
Let’s get over this quickly!
Others also quickly started filling the soil.
Liu Cui'e was pulled aside by Gao Xiuli, but she couldn't help but glared fiercely at Zhang Chunxue's back.
After Zhong Chengyi was buried, everyone went down the mountain.
Liu Cui'e walked in front and couldn't help cursing: "I said Zhang Chunxue was a jinx! Lao Er and Cheng Yi were killed by her!"
"Look, her own son died, and she didn't shed a single tear!"
"Mom! Stop it!" Zhong Guoqiang glared at her, "Be careful Zhang Chunxue might hear it."
Gao Xiuli also spoke in a low voice: "Didn't she and her three sons separate before? Although I don't know why, they must have had a big fight! I'm afraid they have been separated for a long time!"
Liu Cui'e continued to curse: "She has a heart of stone! This is her own son!"
Gao Xiuli remained silent, thinking in her heart, when Zhong Guosheng died, I didn't see you cry too much, you were just thinking about his pension...
Isn’t that your own son too?
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