front back.
Everyone watched as the tall maid roughly inspected the blackened and stiff body.
After confirming that there were no other fatal wounds, Mrs. Bian said: "It seems that he was struck to death by lightning. Cover him back."
The white cloth was covered again, and the oppressive and weird atmosphere just now eased slightly, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief.
"What's her name?" Mrs. Bian asked Bian Yuanxue, turning her head.
"Chen Tang." Bian Yuanxue replied with a very sad look on his face.
A personal maid who was face to face every day suddenly became like this. She felt really uncomfortable. Bian Yuanxue felt that she might not be able to eat or sleep well today.
"I remember that when this group of people came to the mountain, there were several pairs of sisters." Mrs. Bian looked at her personal servant Caiming, "Does Chen Tang have any sisters?"
"Yes," Caiming nodded, "I have two sisters, one named Guifang and the other named Xiaoyu."
The two little maids whose names were called in the crowd instantly turned pale as paint.
From Chen Tang's death to now, they have not dared to express their sadness at all, let alone mention it in front of others.
Having been in the mountains for almost three years, they knew what Mrs. Bian meant when she asked this question.
"Which two?" Mrs. Bian turned back and looked at the crowd.
Everyone who knew them looked at them one after another. Guifang trembled all over, and fell to her knees with her legs flopping: "Husband, madam."
"Where is the other one?" Mrs. Bian said.
Xiao Yan blinked uneasily, lowered his head and walked out of the crowd.
"Is it them?" Mrs. Bian confirmed for the last time.
"yes."
"Kill him." Mrs. Bian said calmly, as if she just wanted to drink a glass of water.
"Madam!" Xiaoyu also knelt down, "Madam, please spare my life!"
"Madam, we haven't contacted Chen Tang for a long time. We serve Luoxia Garden!" Guifang cried.
Mrs. Bian waved her hand, and Caiming on the side immediately stepped forward and ordered them to be taken down.
All the maids were silent and looked downcast, as if they were in their own way.
The screams of the two maids begging for mercy gradually faded away. Mrs. Bian looked at Chen Tang on the ground and said, "Bury her. It's not good to just throw her away after being struck to death by lightning."
Aunt Feng nodded: "Yes."
"Choose two more maids to come over," Mrs. Bian said again, "they must be clean."
Aunt Feng understood the meaning of cleanliness and nodded again: "Yes, madam."
Mrs. Bian turned back and looked at the burned house in the distance. She paused and walked over.
At this time, it started to drizzle again, and the yard was covered with a big cloth, so there wouldn't be the same panic scene as before.
There has been no progress in cleaning up the burned ruins. Piles of burnt wood and black dust are crowded inside, and the smell raised by the rain is very unpleasant.
"Are there not enough manpower?" Mrs. Bian said.
Aunt Feng followed her and responded: "Well, I'm almost too busy."
Mrs. Bian looked at the rain with a cold expression and said nothing. After a while, she turned around and left.
If Chen Tang was not Bian Yuanxue's maid, she would not have come here personally to ask about what happened today. She would feel upset every time she came to Houshan.
And it would be even better if something happens to those aunts' maids. If you take the opportunity to do something to harm these aunts, and then blame these maids' sisters, it will directly save a lot of people to eat, and also relieve some pressure on the people behind the mountain.
Mrs. Bian crossed the stone bridge and reached the sloping and collapsing cliff. She really wanted to stomp down so hard that the women who were following her would fall to their death, so that she could be in peace and save trouble.
There were two more corpses in the back mountain, and a few brave servants carried them and threw them to the bottom of the northeasternmost cliff.
Qian Qianqian held a wooden basin covered with oilcloth in his hands. There were many paper money and ingots under the wooden basin.
Mrs. Liang casually sprinkled the paper money down, and several servant girls knelt down and worshiped, muttering something to each other, which basically meant that every injustice has its owner, every debt has its owner, and no matter what happens, don't look for them.
Mrs. Liang looked at these servants coldly and reacted calmly.
On the hilltop on the other side, Xia Zhaoyi was also holding a wooden basin, watching the tall servant girl and two others dig up the wet soil and pile it aside.
The white cloth on Chen Tang's body was already wet and looked so tight that none of the servants dared to glance away.
As the soil was dug down, the color became darker and darker, the rain in the sky became heavier, and there was a lot of water in the soil pit.
One person raised his head and looked towards Xia Zhaoyi: "Ah Li, come down and scoop out this water."
Xia Zhaoyi did not move and said calmly: "I don't do it lightly."
Several servants were stunned, and the man just now said: "What did you say?"
"I said, I don't do it lightly." Xia Zhaoyi repeated calmly.
The servants and women looked at each other. It was the first time they saw a child slave dare to say such a thing.
The tall servant girl was in bad luck today and was already full of grudges. She hit the ground with a shovel, splashing a large amount of muddy water, and said angrily: "You little bitch, say that again!"
"Why don't you do it easily?" A middle-aged man's voice suddenly sounded.
The servants looked over. Su Juren was holding a bamboo umbrella and wearing a plain green robe, standing on the earthen steps not far away. He looked at Xia Zhaoyi and asked.
Several servant girls were stunned and shouted one after another: "People from Su Ju."
Xia Zhaoyi raised his head, looked at the man briefly, and said, "If you don't want to do it, you just don't want to do it."
"There's always a reason why you don't want to do it, right?"
"I asked you to do it, will you do it?" Xia Zhaoyi asked back.
The maids didn't expect that she would dare to talk to Su Juren like this. One of the maids stepped forward and shouted: "Ah Li, please be honest and come down!"
"Ah Li?" Su Juren looked at Xia Zhaoyi, "Are you Ah Li?"
The little girl's face was calm and gentle, and she stood beside the small pit holding a wooden basin. She did not show any fear at all because of the ferocity of the servants.
There were a lot of bruises on her face, and the corners of her lips were all swollen, but her face was very clean, and her hair was almost not messy under the old umbrella. It was so different from the child slaves he had seen in the backyard.
big.
"I'm Ah Li," Xia Zhaoyi said, "Su Ju is a good person."
Su Juren smiled, glanced at the servants, and said, "You seem to have offended them. Aren't you afraid that they will trouble you or beat you to death?"
The servants chatted among each other, and one of them said: "Su Juren, we did not target her intentionally."
Su Juren ignored it and looked at Xia Zhaoyi: "Are you afraid?"
Xia Zhaoyi looked at him again, her eyes lingered on his shoes for a while, and she shook her head: "I'm not afraid."
"Not afraid?"
"Why do you think this is scary?" Xia Zhaoyi asked again.
Su Juren paused and looked into her eyes.
It is as clear as the moonlight washed by autumn water, and seems to be reflected in the lake, clear and moist.
Yes, why do you think this is scary?
Su Juren secretly laughed at himself, wasn't he already not afraid of anything?
This chapter has been completed!