The manure cart left the city and swayed for a long time along the way until it reached the fork in the official road, where Duan Yidao was seen standing there waving.
After Lao Li stopped, he asked cheerfully, "Is it okay to put it here?"
"Just put it here. We are on different paths, so it won't bother you."
Duan Yidao took the dung bucket down by himself, and then took out some silver and said, "One tael of silver for one bucket of dung. I'll send the bucket to your house later."
"Oh, don't bother, I'll give the bucket to you." Old Li said generously.
Early this morning, when he was about to collect the night incense, two people came and said that they were performing a ritual at home and needed an old night incense barrel, so they wanted to rent his night incense barrel.
One tael of silver would make a fortune even if you bought it, let alone renting it.
However, there are many supernatural things like this in the countryside, so he didn't ask too much. What's interesting is that the girl even helped him collect a few night incense before leaving.
Duan Yidao left Lao Li's address and asked him to return to the city later, and he would send it back to him.
As soon as Lao Li left, Duan Yidao took out a full wooden basin from the night-scented barrel, then turned the barrel over, and a large piece of oilcloth rolled out of it. When the oilcloth was spread open, Ah Xing was inside.
Ah Xing got up and asked, "Where's Xiao Tao?"
"In the basket." Duan Yidao said.
The two men took the medicine bag off the backpack and pulled Xiaotao out from among the miscellaneous items.
"Sister, we're out." Xiao Tao looked around and said excitedly.
Ah Xing didn't dare to get close for fear of fuming others. Xiao Tao reached out and grabbed her sleeve, saying happily, "Sister, we are free."
Duan Yidao laughed and said, "Come out quickly and change into the clothes you prepared. Don't let anyone see you."
The three of them walked along the path for a long time and finally found a small stream. Duan Yidao washed his hands and left first. Xiaotao was fine, but it was mainly Ah Xing who wanted to wash her face and hands thoroughly and change her clothes.
By the time Duan Yidao returned from delivering the dung bucket, Ah Xing had already dressed up as a woman, and Xiao Tao had also changed her clothes.
The three of them got on the donkey cart and headed for the agreed place together.
Grandma Zhang is old, and can't be put into the backpack like Xiaotao, nor can she be put into the dung bucket like Ah Xing. Although Grandma Zhang feels that she can fit into the dung bucket, objectively speaking, her body shape definitely cannot fit into the dung bucket.
According to rumors, several women who escaped from the Chen Mansion died in the past two days. Song Yuehua felt sad, but then she thought of a solution.
The next day.
Three coffins were carried out of Qingzhou City. Two of the coffins were accompanied by family members, while the other one was alone, carried only by a few hired coffin bearers.
The guard stopped him and asked, "What's going on?"
An old man stepped forward and whispered a brief account of what happened at the Chen Mansion. After hearing this, the guard frowned and said, "You guys are making such a big fuss. Isn't this ruining Mr. Chen's reputation?"
The old man didn't expect him to say that. "What should we do? This person has to be buried after he dies."
The guards did not want to embarrass these people, and only said, "The coffins must be removed. This has a bad influence. Besides, the people are dead, so it doesn't matter if they are wrapped in straw mats. They are just a few bitches, how can they deserve to be put in coffins."
"This..." The old man looked at the guard's friendly face and felt strange in his heart, but he was speechless.
When Song Yuehua was about to take out her purse to bribe.
A young man in a long gown and with a pretty face came out from behind the old man's coffin and said, "People say the dead are the greatest. It's not nice for you to say these things in front of the dead. They are all decent girls. Why should they be insulted until death?"
"Do you have the right to speak here?" the guard shouted.
The old man quickly put the man behind him and said, "The child is ignorant, so don't bother with him."
The guard snorted coldly, pointed his sword at the people carrying the coffins and said, "Put down all the coffins. I suspect there is something wrong with the coffins. I want to open the coffins for inspection."
Song Yuehua gritted her teeth and wanted to stab someone.
"Sir, the coffin is nailed shut. It would be unlucky to open it again." The old man trembled and knelt down to beg.
The guard laughed loudly and said, "I am protected by the government. Even gods and demons dare not invade me. What is auspicious or unlucky? I am the most auspicious."
"Yes, well said!"
Another guard echoed, "If these sexy ghosts have the ability, just come to me at night. I promise to make them linger..."
"Hahaha!"
The guards at the city gate were all amused by the obscene words.
Song Yuehua looked over and saw that except for the old man, the rest of the family members were all kneeling on the ground, with their heads down and not daring to make a sound.
Just as several people were about to step forward to pry open the coffin, the young man got hot-headed and blocked their way, saying, "Are you really not afraid of retribution?"
"retribution?"
The guard laughed. Seeing that the men were about to resort to violence, the old man pulled the young man over and said, "Don't mess around."
The old man asked again, "Sir, if there is no problem after checking, can you let us pass?"
The guard said impatiently, "Do you think what I said is bullshit?"
"I dare not! I dare not!"
The old man quickly stepped back, pulling Song Yuehua over with him, and shook his head helplessly at her.
After they had opened the first two coffins and checked them, they had just opened the third one when a carriage arrived. The servant sitting in the carriage cursed, "What a bad luck! It's blocking the city gate so early in the morning."
Song Yuehua saw the carriage with the word Chen printed on it and whispered to the old man next to her, "Is that Chen Ganzi inside?"
The old man took a look and said, "No, only the Chen family uses a two-headed carriage."
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