The coffin rolled on the ground a few times, fell to the ground, and cracked.

Zhang Cuihua, who was wearing a dirty dress, rolled to the ground. Under her disheveled hair, her face was livid.

"Ah ah ah..." The crowd burst into exclamations.

Everyone turned their heads one after another, not daring to open their eyes.

Zhang Xiaohua's expression froze for a moment, then she rushed over, lay on Zhang Cuicui's body, and began to cry, "Mom, you died so miserably, so miserably."

"Even after you died, you were trampled on your body and bumped into the undead. Why is your life so miserable?"

"Mom, if you are around, you must see that person's face clearly, and you must look for her and seek her life."

Zhang Xiaohua screamed indiscriminately. Li Yunniang was so frightened that her legs became weak and she grabbed Xia Qianqian, "Qianqian, her death has nothing to do with you. Go back quickly and don't let..."

Don’t let Zhang Cuicui, that unreasonable and evil spirit, get to you.

Xia Qianqian's face remained as usual, and she looked at the person on the ground with cold eyes.

On the other hand, Mrs. Li, with a "pop", collapsed on the ground, frightened and confused, her eyes were dull, and she murmured: "Will she come looking for me? Don't come looking for me!"

She paid for the money, asked Zhang Cuicui to find the man, and Zhang Cuicui went to jail for her.

From the beginning, she had been worried that Zhang Cuicui would turn her in.

Now that Zhang Cuicui is dead, Li does not have to worry about going to jail. Instead, she starts to worry that Zhang Cuicui's soul will come to claim her life.

"Mom, what are you talking nonsense about?"

Wang Yueyue wanted to help Mrs. Li up, but Mrs. Li suddenly shrank into her arms in fear, hugging her tightly, trembling with fear, "Yue'er, what should I do? Mom doesn't want to die yet. She doesn't want to die."<

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Wang Yueyue didn't know why, so she could only pat Li's shoulder and comfort her: "We are all living well."

Xia Qianqian kept staring at Zhang Cuicui's face on the ground.

Zhang Cuicui is tall and strong, and her body is also in excellent shape.

That day, even though she beat her hard, her vital parts were not hurt. Why did she suddenly die after living in prison for just five days?

Under the disheveled hair, on the dirty face, the eyes are slightly protruding and the brows are ferocious.

A trace of doubt crept into her mind, and Xia Qianqian stepped forward quickly. With quick movements, she reached out and lifted up the clothes around Zhang Cuicui's neck.

A blue-purple mark spanned her entire neck, which was shocking.

"What do you do?"

Zhang Xiaohua was startled by Xia Qianqian's sudden behavior and asked sharply.

When he looked down and saw the scars on his mother's neck, he was so frightened that he began to stutter, "This... this is..."

"Your mother didn't die of illness, she was strangled to death by chains."

Xia Qianqian stood up with a serious expression, "You should send her to the government office and let the adults find out the truth. Don't let her die in vain."

"Impossible! How is it possible!" Zhang Xiaohua looked at the scars on Zhang Cuicui's neck and murmured: "Clearly..."

When she was informed to go to the prison to collect her body, her father cried and said, "Your mother was seriously injured, fell into the sewage, and drowned."

Luo Hong promised solemnly: "As long as you do one thing for me, when I clear my grievances, I will definitely seek justice for your mother."

Zhang Xiaohua agreed one by one, left the prison, and found a coffin for her mother. She was so angry that she hurried to Fu'an Village to seek justice for her mother.

But why is this happening...

Zhang Xiaohua's face changed drastically. In her memory, her father was holding on to the iron railing with both hands, and the iron chain on his wrist was trembling and making a crisp sound.

In my ears, the jailer's urging sounded again, "Get the body out quickly. If you don't think the dead person is unlucky, it is impossible to let anyone in to meet the prisoner."

Zhang Xiaohua's face was ashen. When she raised her eyes to look at Xia Qianqian, a tear finally fell from the corner of her eye, "You are wrong. My mother was tortured in prison, so she behaved like this."

She stood up in despair, and cupped her hands towards Xu Jiang, "Grandpa, village chief, my mother was not sentenced. She died unjustly. I think our ancestors will not blame her, so let me bury her in the ancestral grave."

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The people around were talking a lot, but Xu Jiang was silent for a long time and said, "If she makes a mistake, go down to the underworld and let her and her ancestors repent."

Xu Jiang was relieved by these words.

Zhang Xiaohua suddenly changed into a different person, turned around and asked people to help lift the coffin onto the carriage, and then put Zhang Cuicui into the coffin.

The carriage turned around and headed for the ancestral graves in the northwest corner of Fu'an Village.

In the afternoon, a small mound appeared in the ancestral graves in Fu'an Village.

The grave was very simple. There was no stone tombstone in front of the grave, and only a branch was inserted at the end of the coffin as a mark.

A pile of yellow paper is pressed against the grave with a piece of soil.

Zhang Xiaohua knelt on the grave, looked blank and shed tears for a while, then turned and left.

In Fu'an Village, Zhang Cuicui's death made everyone sigh. As for how she died, it was not everyone's concern at all.

Fu'an Village has returned to its former tranquility.

That night, Mrs. Li of the Wang family fell ill again.

Wang Feng, the head of the Wang family, came back in the middle of the night and used a carriage to take Mrs. Li to Jiangcheng for medical treatment.

It is said that Mr. Li had a high fever and was in a coma, shouting: "Don't come to me, it's not me, don't blame me..."

At nine o'clock the next day, Xia Qianqian stood up, took out the beans that had been soaked overnight, and started grinding the beans with a millstone.

The traditional stone grinding is too laborious.

She first took out a food processor from her Ruyi bracelet, processed some beans in advance, and ground them all into soy milk.

When Li Yunniang got up and came to the workshop, she saw several barrels of soy milk and her daughter was pushing the millstone. She felt extremely distressed and asked, "Qianqian, did you get up in time?"

She hurried over, took the millstone pole in her hand, and said angrily: "Your body is not made of iron. You do so much work during the day, and you get up so early, how can your body bear it?"

Xia Qianqian smiled and said nothing.

Grind all the beans in two large pots into soy milk, filter it with gauze, pour it into the pot, simmer slowly over high heat, and skim off the foam. After the soy milk is cooked, add some brine to the slurry, stir lightly, cover and simmer.

Cook for a while.

Then open the lid and scoop out a spoonful of the white and tender bean curd.

Li Yunniang came up to the spoon and took a look. She couldn't help but be overjoyed and said: "Qianqian, you did a great job."

"This isn't even tofu. Mom, you get a few bowls. I'll fill a few bowls of tofu first and make some condiments later. We'll have it for breakfast."

"Okay!"

Xia Qianqian poured the tofu into several bowls, then spread a layer of white gauze on the square grinding wheel, took out all the remaining tofu in the pot, and poured it into the grinding wheel.

Fill it up, wrap it in white cloth, put a bamboo board on top, and put a big stone on top to set it.

Do everything well.

Heat the oil in a pot, put the minced pepper and ginger into the pot and stir-fry until the aroma comes out. Put the minced garlic in the bowl, pour the hot oil, and when it sounds "sizzling", add vinegar, sesame oil and other substances into the bowl, and then

The aroma rises.

The secret sauce is ready.

Pick up a spoon, scoop a spoonful onto the tofu, and sprinkle with chopped green onion and coriander.
Chapter completed!