Chapter 224 Burial for Peace
When Zhong Chengfa saw Zhang Chunxue approaching, he instinctively stood up: "Mom... the police, what did the police say?"
Zhang Chunxue said calmly, "They said they would catch the murderer."
Zhong Chengfa pursed his lips and sat down again.
How do you catch the murderer...?
Even if they catch him, so what? The third brother is still dead!
Thinking of this, Zhong Chengfa couldn't help but tear up, his voice choked with emotion: "Mom, the third brother, the third brother, he just left like that... He wasn't even married yet!"
Zhang Chunxue stood before Zhong Chengfa, her gaze fixed on his bowed head, her heart filled with mixed emotions. She remained silent; she couldn't very well say, "Zhong Chengyi is dead!"
She couldn't bring herself to say those words.
Although Zhang Chunxue died in her previous life filled with hatred for her three sons and several grandsons, Zhong Chengyi is already dead.
Moreover, if it weren't for Zhong Chengyi last night, who knows what would have happened to her and Song Xingzhi!
“I’ll be staying here for the next few days,” Zhang Chunxue said calmly. “I won’t go back until Lao San is buried.”
Uncle Qi said he would choose an auspicious day for the burial, and the date he chose was three days from now. This means that Zhong Chengyi's body will remain in state for three more days.
In the next few days, many people from Zhongjia Village will surely come to pay their respects, and Zhang Chunxue, as a mother, will naturally be responsible for receiving them.
Zhong Chengfa nodded silently, without saying anything more.
Zhong Hongqing moved to Zhang Chunxue's side again and timidly called out "Grandma".
Zhang Chunxue merely glanced at him and gave a curt reply.
The old house in Zhongjia Village didn't have bed sheets or blankets, so Song Xingzhi planned to ride his tricycle to bring some back from town.
Zhang Chunxue knew that he had injured his hand and hadn't slept all night, so she insisted that he go to Zhong Aiguo's house to sleep for a while, while she rode her tricycle back to town.
After bringing back the bed sheets and blankets, Zhang Chunxue went to the village's supply and marketing cooperative to buy groceries.
These past few days, the people of Zhongjia Village have had to keep vigil at night and eat during the day, so Zhang Chunxue has to prepare food for them.
Zhong Aiguo, on the other hand, was in a notebook arranging the people who would keep vigil every night.
Zhongjia Village is a large family. Although they have now divided the family property, they still work together to help with such an important event. As an elder, Zhong Aiguo naturally took the initiative to coordinate. While arranging manpower, he whispered to Zhong Chengfa to take good care of Zhang Chunxue's feelings.
Zhong Chengfa could only smile wryly upon hearing this.
"Uncle Aiguo, you think too highly of me... My mother doesn't need me to take care of her at all!"
Zhong Aiguo thought about it and agreed. Zhang Chunxue didn't like Zhong Chengfa at all, so he simply asked his wife to talk to Zhou Mingli.
Most importantly, it was Zhong Chengren who stabbed Zhong Chengyi to death, and Zhou Mingli was Zhong Chengren's ex-wife, who had almost been killed by him before...
Zhong Aiguo was planning to have Yang Lifang come over to sleep with Zhou Mingli that night, to take better care of her, and to 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 from Zhongjia Village came to pay their last respects to Zhong Chengyi.
Zhang Chunxue watched with almost indifference as Zhong Chengyi was placed in a coffin and carried up the mountain for burial, her eyes showing no emotion whatsoever.
Liu Cuie kept crying, her sobs intermittent and disturbing to listen to.
Even Gao Xiuli's two sisters-in-law were wiping away tears.
Zhong Chengyi's grave was not far from Zhong Guosheng's grave, so Liu Cuie's crying became even louder after they reached the mountain.
"My son! My grandson! Why did you both die so young! You have made this old woman bury her children time and time again!"
Zhang Chunxue found it all laughable.
Liu Cuie knew better than anyone what kind of life Zhong Guosheng had lived in their home before.
As for Zhong Chengyi, Liu Cuie disliked Zhong Guosheng and separated him from the family early on, so how could she possibly have any feelings for Zhong Chengyi?
But now, she's crying her heart out, tears streaming down her face.
Zhang Chunxue watched this scene with a cold eye, feeling only irony in her heart.
Who is Liu Cuie trying to impress?
They came for her, right?
Sure enough, Liu Cuie started wailing again.
"What sins did our family commit! How could Guosheng and his son die so young... I wonder who cursed them!"
As soon as she spoke, everyone who had come up the mountain turned to look at Zhang Chunxue.
Song Xingzhi's face immediately darkened.
Although many people felt that Liu Cuie's statement was a bit excessive.
But at this point, no one was willing to stand up and directly refute her.
After all, if we were to say it out loud, wouldn't that be tantamount to naming Zhang Chunxue by name?
Zhang Chunxue is Director Song's wife now! Who dares to mess with her!
"It's probably because of you!" Zhang Chunxue said calmly. "After all, one is your son and the other is your grandson."
Liu Cuie's crying stopped abruptly.
She looked at Zhang Chunxue with some anger: "You, you, you..."
Zhang Chunxue slapped her forehead in annoyance: "Oh dear! We were cracking down on feudal superstition before! Liu Cuie, you keep saying 'ke ke ke' all the time. Even though there are no revolutionary committees now, you can still be easily singled out as a model for education."
As she spoke, she looked at Song Xingzhi.
Song Xingzhi understood and immediately nodded: "That's right, openly promoting feudal superstition should indeed be criticized and educated."
Liu Cuie's face twitched, and a look of panic appeared on her old face: "I...I..."
Zhong Guoqiang quickly interjected, "Oh, Mom! You're so old-fashioned! It's just that the second son and Chengyi are unlucky!"
He quickly said, "Let's bury Chengyi properly now!"
Let's get over this quickly!
The others quickly started filling the hole with soil.
Liu Cuie was pulled aside by Gao Xiuli, but she couldn't help but glare fiercely at Zhang Chunxue's back.
After Zhong Chengyi was buried, everyone went down the mountain.
Liu Cuie walked at the front, still unable to stop cursing: "I knew Zhang Chunxue was a jinx! She's the one who brought death to my second son and Chengyi!"
"Look at her own son, he died, and she didn't shed a single tear!"
"Mom! Stop talking!" Zhong Guoqiang glared at her. "Be careful Zhang Chunxue doesn't hear you."
Gao Xiuli also spoke in a low voice: "Didn't she and her three sons separate their household before? Although I don't know why, they must have had a big fight! I'm afraid they've been estranged for a long time!"
Liu Cuie continued to grumble and curse: "She's heartless! This is her own son!"
Gao Xiuli remained silent, but in her heart she thought, "When Zhong Guosheng died, you didn't cry much, you were only thinking about his compensation money..."
Isn't that your own son?
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