Chapter 74 Send her to the death kiln
The three words "send her to the death kiln" have not appeared in Daliu Village for fifty or sixty years.
Wangfu heard it and wiped his nose curiously: "Grandma, what is the death kiln?"
The village chief said nothing, but raised his head and looked at the hill in the south.
Back then, when the locust plague hit the Southern Dynasty, starving people were everywhere.
In order to leave food for the labor force, many villages carried the elderly over sixty years old into the stone caves on the mountain, and then sealed the cave entrance, so that they starved to death. This is the death kiln.
This method is too cruel, and the village chief did not want to use it on anyone in the village.
But this old trouble, Mrs. Jiang, is really not worthy of eating anymore.
If he didn't treat her cruelly, he would be cruel to the Feng family.
So the village chief touched his grandson's head and sighed, "Wangfu, just remember one thing. No matter who approaches your sister Nuobao and bullies her and her family, you must protect her together with grandma. Do you understand?" After Wangfu
nodded, the village chief looked gloomy and called a few men to "invite" old lady Jiang into the death kiln!
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For three or four days, the snow kept falling, making the village white and clean.
Later, everyone heard that Jiang Dahai was imprisoned that day, saying that he was guilty of aggravating the crime of harming his brothers and would be executed in the spring.
Zhao took Xiruan with her and went back to her parents' home crying, crying until one of her eyes went blind.
When Mrs. Jiang was sent to the death kiln, she raged and scratched several villagers, so the village chief simply tied her up with ropes, gagged her with a rag, and sealed the stone cave.
From then on, Dalui Village was free of a disaster.
Feng finally had an outlet for the grievances she had suffered for many years and the hatred that had been pent up in her heart, and she could finally calm down.
After everything was settled, the Jiang family went to the mountain to comfort Jiang Dashan, renovated the grave, and erected a large stone tablet.
Seeing that there was some life in front of the grave, Xiao Nuobao raised his white and tender face and crossed his fat waist with satisfaction.
From then on, everything in the past was like yesterday's death.
The Jiang family will have a prosperous future!
The most important thing for the whole village right now is to clean up the house happily and wait for the New Year.
After the Little New Year, the New Year atmosphere will really come out.
Every household wipes and dusts, and cleans every corner that is usually not taken care of.
Then they paste window grilles and hang red lanterns. From the beginning to the end of the village, there is a festive New Year atmosphere everywhere. Jiang Feng got up
early that day and went to the old people's hall before eating the New Year's dinner to get back the rabbit skin that Old Li had tanned so that he could make a vest for his sister. Before
leaving, he still came to the inner room to see his sister.
I don't know when it started, but the Jiang family has developed a habit. If they don't come to see their sister a few times when they wake up in the morning, they will not be able to concentrate on anything they do throughout the day.
Little Nuobao was sleeping with her arms and legs spread out, looking like two pairs of big white radishes.
Jiang Fengnian was so fond of her that he resisted the urge to bite her. He rubbed his hands to warm them up and touched his sister's forehead.
After his elder brother left, Jiang Fenghu, wrapped in a shirt, ran into the inner room and just caught up with Little Nuobao who had just woken up.
"Sister, you've slept well. Let your second brother hold you. You're so sweet!"
Jiang Fenghu was not as considerate as Jiang Fengnian. He forgot that his hands were cold. He picked up his sister and held her in his arms and kissed her.
His stubble was too hard and it hurt Nuobao's face. When she woke up, the hedgehog touched her face, which made her so angry that she pulled Fenghu's hair.
"Er Guo Guo is a hedgehog spirit, Nuobao doesn't want to get close to you!"
"Ouch!" Jiang Fenghu was amused by this nickname, and he grimaced in pain, but he didn't let go.
Hearing the noise from the inner room, Feng ran over and kicked Jiang Fenghu in the butt.
"Second brother, you have a scruffy face and you dare to kiss my daughter without shaving. Are you itching again?"
Jiang Fenghu touched his chin in grievance when he saw that his mother was going to get angry.
"Mom, what man would shave his beard so cleanly? It would be a joke."
Mrs. Feng held the broom tightly in her hand: "Who cares if you are laughed at or not? Anyway, it is not okay if you hurt my daughter! If you do it again, be careful that I will beat you!"
Seeing that the broom in his mother's hand was about to show its power, Jiang Fenghu seriously suspected that he was not his biological son. He quickly put his sister down and ran outside to sweep the snow.
Little Nuobao smiled and patted his chubby paws, gave his mother a kiss, and said in a tender voice: "Second pot of idiot! Mother is still awesome!"
Mrs. Feng touched the daughter's face and saw that she was not pricked too red, so she smiled twice with relief.
"We are going to make fried food today. You, my daughter, sit on the kang and wait. I will give you the fried food that is ready. I won't make breakfast for you, so that you don't have enough food to eat later." Mrs. Feng scratched Nuobao's belly, her eyes full of pampering.
She folded the quilt, swept the kang, took the small rattle and put it in the daughter's hand, and went to the outer room to sit around the stove, thinking about making fried food.
Before the New Year, they made enough fried food and saved it for the first month of the year. It was called "making fried food", which was a custom before the festival in the north.
It meant that the coming year would be prosperous.
In the past, when the family was poor and lacked oil and meat, being able to tighten the belt and fry a bowl of shredded radish meatballs for the whole family to eat was already a luxury. Now that
the family has enough food and drink, Feng naturally wants to make more to supplement the children's hunger.
While she was thinking about what to fry, Li Qiqiao had already put on her apron and said with a smile: "Mom, let's fry tenderloin, eggplant box, shrimp, yellow croaker, sweet potato meatballs, and radish meatballs, a total of six kinds, what do you think?" The daughter-in-law
had thought it through, Feng was relieved and couldn't help laughing: "Okay, let's do these six kinds, just do as you say."
"I'll take care of it by myself, mom, you go and have a rest." Li Qiqiao had already picked up the chopping board and started chopping meat.
With such a skillful daughter-in-law, Feng didn't need to worry about anything, she was happy to be idle, and went into the house to accompany the girl.
Hearing that there was fried tenderloin to eat, Feng Miao was so hungry that his mouth was drooling. He jumped off the kang and ran to the stove to wait.
Li Qiqiao asked him to help.
"It snowed last night, and the firewood in the basket got wet and hard to light. Lao Wu went to get something to start the fire and help the second sister-in-law light the fire."
Jiang Fengmiao was anxious to eat meat, so he searched the house for something to burn.
There happened to be a paper notebook next to the kang in the west room. Without thinking, he took it and threw it under the stove.
"Second sister-in-law, the fire is lit, pour the oil quickly." Fengmiao swallowed his saliva, and at this moment he was grinning.
He obviously didn't realize that he had poked a wasp's nest.
After Feng Jing came back from outside, he searched the house for several circles, anxious like an ant on a hot pot.
"Where is my homework notebook? I just filled it up and put it next to the kang. Who took it!"
Fengmiao's legs tightened when he heard it.
His little face turned pale with fear.
What? That was Fourth Brother’s private school homework… Apart from his sister, Fourth Brother’s most precious thing was his books!
“I… I didn’t see it, Fourth Brother. What… what is a homework book…” Feng Miao’s voice was so frightening that he almost did splits.
Hearing that his tone was not right, Feng Jing hurried over to take a look, and saw that there was still half a book of unburned paper under the stove.
Feng Jing was so angry that his face turned red, and he grabbed Feng Miao and was about to spank him.
“That was the homework I spent most of the month writing, the entire holiday period, how could you use it as burning paper!”
Feng Miao was anxious to eat meat, so he didn’t have time to think so much. Now that he was grabbed by Feng Jing and beaten, he cried and didn’t dare to call his mother.
After an unknown amount of time, Feng Jing was too lazy to beat him anymore, and he couldn’t use too much force on his brother, so he had to run outside and sit quietly.
Feng Miao covered his buttocks, groaned, climbed onto the kang, hid behind Xiao Nuobao, and was so scared that his hands and feet were shaking.
At this time, the aroma of fried pork tenderloin wafted out, and he didn't dare to go downstairs to eat it. He could only suck his saliva and secretly endure the gluttony.
Xiao Nuobao looked at his two brothers, one angry and the other crying, and couldn't help but hold his head in helplessness.
Alas, this family would really fall apart without her.
She had no choice but to call her second sister-in-law to bring the pork tenderloin to the kang, and first coaxed Feng Miao: "Wu Guoguo, don't cry, crying is so ugly, and Nuobao doesn't like it!"
Feng Miao didn't dare to lose her sister's favor, so she wiped her nose quickly, revealing a smile that was uglier than crying.
Xiao Nuobao shuddered, grabbed a handful of pork tenderloin to stuff his mouth, and thought about how to comfort the fourth brother.
The fifth brother would definitely be happy to have food and drink.
But the fourth brother's homework cannot be made up.
If he has to start over, he may have to stay up all night for many days. Thinking about it, Xiao Nuobao feels a little distressed.
Since the fourth brother studied in the private school, he has lost a lot of weight. Now he has a rare day off at home, but he can't be tired again.
She scratched her hair, her head was almost bald, and at this moment, a burst of shouting and cursing suddenly came from outside.
"You shameless man, you even steal things from us old guys. If it weren't for your literary talent and the fact that our two families are distant relatives, I would chop off your scumbag hands and claws today!"
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