She agrees with Uncle Wang's help in building houses in neighboring villages.

After all, the villages near Jiangcheng are full of ruined villages. Collapsed adobe houses can be seen everywhere, and many families have been living in dilapidated houses and thatched houses.

If these people want to build houses, they must go to specialized brick factories to buy green bricks.

But the price of green bricks is simply unaffordable to ordinary people.

In comparison, soil and firewood are everywhere. As long as you put in some effort, build a brick kiln, and build a house on your own, you will save a lot.

Uncle Wang helped her family build a house and helped the government build flood control embankments. He has experience in this regard.

She had reminded him many times before that he must pay attention to quality control.

Who knows, something happened in the end.

"When did it happen?"

Li Yunniang looked ugly, "After lunch, I was waiting for someone to buy tofu at the door. I saw many people going to Xinghua Village. I went to inquire about it. It turned out that something happened to Uncle Wang."

"Uncle Wang has a very good character, and the collapse of his house is not his fault. But those people refused to let him go. They stopped his cattle and sent him to the government office."

Li Yunniang said bitterly: "I have really gone too far. I am worried about how you are going to come back."

Xia Qianqian remained silent.

Wang Yueyue on the side comforted her, "Auntie, you don't have to worry too much. If Uncle Wang doesn't break the law, the people in the government office won't do anything to him."

"My child, that's because you didn't know." Li Yunniang said worriedly: "The major matters in our Jiangcheng are under the control of the general, and the small matters are under the jurisdiction of the county magistrate."

"The county magistrate was so selfless that all the people he sent to the government office shed a layer of their skin. At Uncle Wang's age, if he was punished, he might not have a few days to live."

Several people fell into silence. Wang Yueyue remained silent, nodded to Xia Qianqian, turned around and went home first.

The Xia family's three mothers returned home, and the atmosphere was always gloomy.

After dinner, Yuan Bao held it in for a long time and finally said: "Sister, can you think of a way to save Uncle Wang?"

He was a little sad, "He is very good. He takes us to school every day. I like riding in his ox cart very much."

Li Yunniang sighed, "Yuanbao, your sister is just a farm girl, how can you speak for Uncle Wang in front of the county magistrate, let alone..."

She spoke in a low tone and sighed again, "I heard that a person died and was smashed beyond recognition. It's almost impossible to see. It's so tragic."

For Xia Qianqian, it is a bit difficult to go to the government office to save someone.

She has no right to intervene in human life cases.

But she didn't understand why a good house collapsed so quickly.

She talked to Uncle Wang for a while and got to know him somewhat.

He is serious and prudent in his work and is worthy of reassurance.

When he was building a house for her family, he helped mix the cement, visited the brick kilns, and counted the fired red bricks. Everything was done under her eyes.

She can see clearly, and there will be absolutely no problem if she follows his method.

After dinner, Xia Qianqian started to think something was wrong. After packing her things, she planned to go to Xinghua Village.

Seeing that she was about to go out, Li Yunniang was worried and chased her out, "Qianqian, where are you going?"

"I was so bored that I went out for a walk."

"It's getting dark, don't run around!"

"Oh!"

Exiting the entrance of Fu'an Village, follow the country road, cross a stone bridge, and arrive at Xinghua Village.

The sky was slightly dark, but compared to the tranquility of Fu'an Village, people in Xinghua Village were bustling with people. People gathered in twos and threes on the streets and talked a lot.

When Xia Qianqian first stood at the entrance of the village, those who were whispering to each other stopped talking and turned to look past.

If you are walking on the street in Jiangcheng, no one cares who you are, where you come from, and where you are going.

But it’s different in the village.

Everyone in the village is familiar with each other, so the sudden arrival of an outsider is naturally particularly noticeable.

Xia Qianqian turned around and pretended to walk forward from the main road at the entrance of the village. When she avoided the eyes of those people, she looked for an opportunity to hide under the shade of the trees at the edge of the crop field and walked along the base of the wall.

The sky is getting dark, the shadows of the trees are dim, and some candlelights are lit, flickering a little bit of light.

She walked around the village, looking for the sound of crying, and came to the door of a house.

The courtyard wall of this family is very short. Looking from my feet, I can see that a corner of the half-built house in the courtyard has collapsed, and bricks are scattered everywhere on the ground.

Next to the east wing, there is a main room with flickering candlelight and a mourning hall. The faint sounds of women and children crying can be heard, the sound is like a cuckoo bleeding, which is very moving.

Regardless of the family, when a man dies, it means that the family is broken up.

In ancient peasant families, a man is heaven.

From then on, the sky fell apart for this family.

Xia Qianqian walked around from the outer wall to the base of the collapsed wall, looking at the collapsed place through the faint moonlight.

The wall was only three meters high. It collapsed in the middle. The beam across it fell down and rested on another wall.

She stretched out her hand to pinch the cement between the two bricks, broke off a piece, and rubbed it slightly between her two fingers.

The feeling of sand between fingers is very subtle.

Xia Qianqian's brows furrowed.

There is too much sand and no stickiness. The quality of this cement is simply not up to standard.

If they had built houses and cement under the supervision of Uncle Wang, this kind of thing would never have happened.

Just as I was thinking about it, a child's weak voice came from the main room, "Mom, I'm hungry."

The children of each family don’t have much concept of life and death. Their father is gone, but they still want to eat.

After a while, I heard a woman sobbing and saying: "Come, Mom will make you something to eat."

There were footsteps in the main room.

Xia Qianqian dodged and hid at the base of the wall.

In the kitchen of the small courtyard, the sound of pots and pans could be heard. It must be the woman starting to cook.

Seeing the opportunity, Xia Qianqian quickly climbed over the wall and walked along the base of the wall to the main room.

Perhaps because the man died in an accident, it was taboo among the villagers, so no one came to pay condolences or keep vigil.

There is a table in the center of the main room, on which there are spiritual tablets, incense candles and other items used by the priests, all of which are good.

Under the dim candlelight, a black coffin was placed in the room.

Xia Qianqian stepped forward, took three sticks of incense, lit them, bowed gently, and placed them in front of the coffin.

"I don't want you to die unjustly, nor do I want you to unjustly accuse a good person."

As she spoke, she reached out and pushed open the lid of the coffin, revealing the person inside.

It's a man.

His face was livid, his lips were white, and there were wounds on his forehead.

He was indeed injured on the forehead and face, but it was not as exaggerated as Li Yunniang described.

Xia Qianqian approached and reached out to lift the clothes around his neck.

There is a cherry red bruise on the back of the neck.

She pressed it with her finger, and the erythema disappeared. Then she retracted her hand, and the erythema reappeared.

There may be another reason for this person's death.

After covering the coffin, she quietly walked out of the door and walked back quickly along the wall.

The sky is getting darker.

She took a detour and when she came to the village, she happened to pass by a newly opened tofu workshop.

A carriage stopped at the entrance of the workshop, and someone got off.

An old man ran out of the workshop. When he saw the person coming, he lowered his head and said, "Master, you are here."
Chapter completed!