Chapter 31 Death by Poisoning

It's a mixed bag here.

There are all kinds of people.

Of course, the poor are the most numerous.

“Huff huff—”

"Young Master, the largest coffin shop in town is just ahead. I'll carry you there." Zhang Jinlan was panting heavily from exhaustion.

As time went on, the corpse on her back became harder and harder, and the woman's hands gradually became colder.

She felt very nervous.

If it weren't for these two taels of silver.

How dare she carry the corpse?

It seemed that Zhang Jinlan was thinking of the fields that could not grow rice and her grandson who was short of money to get married, so she made a concerted effort.

The body was carried to the coffin shop.

"Oh, I'm so tired, young master, please give me the backpack. It's getting late, and I have to hurry back to the village with my granddaughter."

Zhang Jinlan was not actually in a hurry, she was just afraid that the little brat would default on her debt.

It's not easy to ask for money.

After all, her mother just died.

I can only ask for the payment indirectly.

"Grandma, the doctor came to the village a few years ago. He said that only people who are poisoned will have black mouths and fingers. Why are the lips and fingers of this aunt black too? Is the aunt poisoned?"

Jiang Fubao's childish voice suddenly rang out in the coffin shop.

The boy was stunned on the spot.

He walked to the body and examined it carefully, seeming to confirm Jiang Fubao's words.

He raised his head, his face showing a mixture of hatred and anger, yet also with a hint of forbearance.

Jiang Fubao knew.

The boy in front of her should have known what was going on, so her reminder was not in vain.

She had already taken the woman's pulse the moment her grandmother carried her on her back.

After all, the absence of air in the nose does not mean that the person is dead.

Maybe he's in a coma.

After confirming that the woman's pulse had stopped beating, Jiang Fubao was attracted by the woman's dark purple fingers.

You know, only patients with heart and lung diseases will have purple lips and fingers.

But the woman did not have clubbing.

This rules out the possibility of purpleness being caused by illness.

Then there is only the last option left.

Poisoned!

But why did the doctor just now say that the woman died from exhaustion during childbirth?

Can't you really tell the simple symptoms of poisoning?

Anyone who can open such a big clinic is not an ordinary person.

Unable to feel the pulse, Jiang Fubao couldn't determine the woman's physical condition.

Anyway, she didn't believe what the doctor said.

Then I thought of the boy calling "Auntie" several times towards the house.

A conspiracy emerged in Jiang Fubao's mind.

woman's death.

I'm afraid it's man-made!

Seeing that the boy was really filial, she pondered all the way and finally couldn't help but remind him.

After all, she is only a three-year-old child and there is no need to be responsible for what she says.

Believe it or not, it depends on the boy himself.

"Fubao, stop talking nonsense. You may have misheard. The medical skills of the rural doctors are half-baked. How can they compare with the doctors in the town clinic? Young Master, we have to leave."

When Zhang Jinlan heard what Jiang Fubao said, she was so scared that she quickly covered her mouth, fearing that her granddaughter would say something else that would cause misunderstanding.

She knew the doctor.

He is a traveling doctor.

I came from another place a few years ago and stayed in Jiangjia Village for two days.

But his medical skills were very poor. He couldn’t cure any of the villagers’ illnesses.

No wonder he's running around.

I guess it’s because his medical skills are too poor and he’s afraid of being caught and beaten up.

What the granddaughter just said must have been heard from him.

How can I take it seriously?

She was afraid that her granddaughter would talk too much and cause others to think too much, so she immediately changed the subject and urged the boy to give her the money.

"I'll give you all these. No need to look for them."

The boy was silent for a while, then he put all the change he had picked up from the ground into Zhang Jinlan's hands.

"Oh, thank you so much, young master. Please accept my condolences. I am leaving first. You must take care of yourself."

Take the silver.

Zhang Jinlan's hands were shaking with excitement.

This is three and a half taels!

Her whole family couldn't earn that much money even if they worked for a whole year.

But he made money simply by carrying a corpse.

If I had known this, I would have asked her to memorize ten a day.

With this money, the eldest grandson's marriage was settled.

Zhang Jinlan carefully put the change into the money bag, put the bamboo basket on her back, held her granddaughter's hand, and left quickly.

It didn't matter whether the boy had money to buy a coffin.

She didn't say it.

What if the boy regrets it if he tells it out?

Walked about ten steps.

The boy ran out of the coffin shop.

He shouted loudly at the backs of the grandfather and grandson.

"My name is Shen Hechi, thank you for today——"

Jiang Fubao turned her head and looked at him. The next second, she smiled innocently at him and turned away.

"Grandma, he's thanking you."

Jiang Fubao deliberately said something to grandma.

"I know, this kid is really honest, giving so much money and being polite, but it's a pity, he has a bad fate, his mother died when he was so young, just now grandma heard him calling that woman in the house aunt, tut tut, his future life will be miserable, by the way, he just said what his name was, grandma didn't hear it clearly, never mind, after all, I won't see him again, who cares what his name is."

Zhang Jinlan had no doubts at all.

She really thought the boy was thanking her.

After leaving the coffin shop, the grandfather and grandson walked towards Wanlu Street, where people selling livestock could be seen everywhere.

There are cows, horses, sheep, pigs, chickens, ducks and geese.

Jiang Fubao's footsteps stopped beside a chicken stall.

"Grandma, there are chicks for sale here. Let's buy some and take them home to raise. Then we can go to the mountains to pick insects for the chicks to eat. When they grow up, they can lay eggs, and we will have more eggs than we can eat."

Jiang Fubao suddenly had an idea, she raised her head and spoke to grandma.

Anyway, I made three and a half taels today, plus the money from selling eggs, it’s almost four taels, so buying some chicks is no big deal.

When the chicken grows up and can still lay eggs every day, she will take the opportunity to put the foreign eggs in the refrigerator under the chicken's butt.

Pretend to be a chicken's offspring.

"Okay, let me ask you the price, little brother, how much is this chicken? How much is it?"

Zhang Jinlan saw her granddaughter looking at her expectantly.

She became ruthless.

Decided to buy a few.

"Twenty cents each, no bargaining!"

When the man selling chickens heard someone asking the price, he first raised his eyelids and looked at the grandfather and grandson in front of him from head to toe.

They were covered with patches.

His eyes became disdainful and he quoted a price in a very perfunctory tone.

"What? Twenty cents? That's too expensive. Even a hen that has been raised for a few years only costs sixty cents. Twenty cents for a chick. Do you really want to sell it?"

Zhang Jinlan was shocked.

It’s not like we haven’t raised chickens at home before.

A chicken, if killed, would only cost between six and twelve cents.

The bigger the more expensive it is.

Because newly hatched chicks are easy to die.

In the past, if she bought ten chicks, two or three would die if she was lucky, but if she was unlucky, it was common for half of them to die.

Now it has risen to twenty cents per coin?

Wouldn't it cost two hundred dollars to buy ten?

She suspected that the chicken seller was giving her a wild price.