Chapter 622 It All Stinks

The people who spoke were not the children, but Sun Pingmei, who had lost the game long ago and didn't want to play anymore.

She supported her chin with her hands, her back bent, and sat next to Jiang Fubao, her eyes full of longing, like a young girl in love.

Jiang Eryong saw this.

He almost rolled his eyes to the sky.

"What? Are you still coveting the prince? Do you want me to step aside and give you a chance?" Jiang Eryong's tone was filled with jealousy.

How could Sun Pingmei, who slept in the same bed with him every day, not hear it?

She chuckled and immediately coaxed him, "No, I just feel sorry for her. How dare I covet the prince? Besides, my husband is the best husband in the world. No one can compare to him. Even if you want to trade with me for the prince, I won't do it."

Jiang Fubao was shocked by his second aunt's ability to coax people.

Sure enough, Second Uncle's expression changed immediately, and his cheeks turned slightly pink.

Seems a little shy.

"What nonsense are you talking about? The prince is so noble, you dare not mention it outside. You are just talking nonsense, understand? Come and watch me play cards, and I will give you half of the money if I win." Jiang Eryong said it toughly, but he was very pleased in his heart.

"Okay, boss, I'll sit over here." The story has ended.

Sun Pingmei brought a bench and sat next to Jiang Eryong.

The couple leaned against each other.

If you don’t know, you might think they are a newlywed couple.

Jiang Huanyu, who hadn't heard enough stories, pestered Jiang Fubao to tell another one.

Jiang Fubao had no choice but to rewrite the story.

"Many years ago, humans, gods, demons and monsters lived together. There was a kind of monster in the sea. Its upper body was human, but its lower body was fish. It was called a mermaid. In the kingdom of mermaids, there lived a little princess..."

Jiang Fubao can tell this kind of children's story fluently.

When it was midnight, firecrackers were heard everywhere.

“Crackle, crackle—”

Jiang Fubao also yawned.

After telling stories all night, her voice became hoarse.

But the kids enjoyed it.

After each of us finished a bowl of chicken noodle soup with two meatballs, we went to bed feeling full and warm.

Xue Huan and Jiang Fubao slept in the same bed. There was a warm hot water bottle under the quilt, and the feet of the master and servant were placed on it.

The sound of breathing came one after another.

The two of them slept until dawn.

Today's breakfast is tea leaf eggs with three-stuffed glutinous rice balls.

The sweet and salty taste is very appetizing, and I’ll also have a bite of the salted vegetable meatballs left over from yesterday.

It smells so good.

But glutinous rice balls are hard to digest, so Jiang Fubao only ate one and a half bowls before putting down the spoon.

After the snow stopped, it stopped falling.

But the snow was deep.

The snow on the roof was cleaned up by the servants, and the snow in the front and back yards was also shoveled away.

But it didn't prevent Jiang Fubao from playing in the yard.

One advantage of thick snow is that you don’t have to pay New Year’s greetings.

During the New Year holidays, until the snow melted, Jiang Fubao played in the village and had a very happy time.

It is the most relaxed and happiest time of the year for her.

The fifth day of the New Year is the last day that the Jiang family stays in the village.

The things have been packed and we will leave after breakfast tomorrow morning.

During the day, she went to the village entrance to play with the children as usual.

Jiang Kang and Jiang Ning became her little tails, always following behind her. The word "Meimei" was never heard from her again, and instead she was called "Master" over and over again.

“Ghost——”

Halfway through the game, a woman's frightened cry was heard from behind.

The children immediately gathered around.

"Auntie Yun, what's going on?"

The oldest child asked curiously.

"Ghost, there is a ghost there, and it snatched the cake from my hand." The woman called Aunt Yun pointed at a figure in the corner in front and said.

"How can there be ghosts in broad daylight? I'll go take a look." Boys are braver.

A boy about twelve years old walked out from the group of children, went to the front corner, kicked the man squatting on the ground to the ground, and stepped hard on his stomach.

"Hey, isn't this Fang Silang?"

The man exclaimed.

Jiang Fubao also turned his attention to him.

Fang Silang was seen lying on the ground, holding his stomach with one hand and tightly grasping a half-eaten cake with the other hand. Fearing that the cake would be snatched away, he stuffed the rest of the cake into his mouth even though his stomach hurt.

It's choking just looking at it.

"It turned out to be Fang Silang. I thought it was a ghost in broad daylight. It was really scary. How did he become like this with his hair disheveled? I feel even more stupid looking at him. I will go find Jiang Guangyi and ask him to take Fang Silang back."

The woman breathed a sigh of relief when she saw it wasn't a ghost.

But she was furious that her cakes were snatched away, so she prepared to go to Jiang Guangyi to seek an explanation.

Forget about paying money, she would at least scold him to vent her anger.

However, when the woman walked into the Jiang family's yard, she saw a foot sticking out of the house.

Driven by curiosity, the woman walked in.

Next second.

The screams came again.

“Ahhhhh—”

"Hurry up, someone is dead. There is a dead person here."

Although it was winter, Jiang Guangyi, who had been dead for many days, had already rotted away.

The corpse also stank terribly.

Perhaps because the snow had not completely melted, the stench of the corpse only spread in the house and did not spread far outside.

The woman fell to the ground.

The children also came in.

"Auntie Yun, what's wrong?" The child who asked her first continued to ask.

"Go find someone quickly, go quickly, there's a dead person, there's a dead person here." The woman was timid and didn't dare to look closely. She only knew that someone was dead, but she didn't know who it was.

"What, dead people?"

The children's eyes widened with fear, and some even took the opportunity to run back home.

There were tears of fear in my eyes.

The villagers gathered at the door of Jiang Guangyi's house.

Fang Silang, who was dirty, hungry, and had sunken cheeks, was controlled by someone.

Jiang Shoujia took the men into the house to check.

"It's Jiang Guangyi. He's dead."

"There are dried bloodstains on the ground. It looks like he was beaten to death. I'm afraid it was Fang Silang who did it."

"I've heard Fang Silang beating up the grandfather and grandson from time to time. Oh, where's Jiang Sanniu? Why can't I see her? The table in the room is covered in dust. It looks like no one has cleaned it for days."

"I checked the room, no one is there, Jiang Sanniu is not at home."

These people were talking at once.

"It's not a good idea to leave the corpse lying around all the time, Village Chief, what should we do?"

Everyone looked at Jiang Shoujia.

"Let's dig a hole and bury him." Although he was an enemy of Jiang Guangyi, Jiang Shoujia did not kill everyone in a hurry because death is like the extinguishing of a light. He left the body there and let it rot.

This action made the villagers look up to him immediately.

With such a broad mind, he is truly worthy of being their clan leader and village chief.

The brave men began to divide the work. Three of them dug the hole, and the others carried Jiang Guangyi's body to the grave on the mountain.

The villagers did not dare to get too close and all stood by the wall opposite Jiang Guangyi's house, for fear of being touched by the rotting corpse.

"What a sin! He died in such a tragic way that the villagers had to collect his body. When he was doing all these evil things, did he ever think that he would end up in such a tragic way?"