Previously, when the little maid ran out of the house, the steward had mentioned that the shabby thatched hut should be set on fire and burn them to death.
But at that time she felt it was not necessary.
What else can that little maid do? It's just in the palm of her hand.
Killing her would make your hands dirty.
But who would have thought that it would not be easy to reach out and touch a little girl in another city only three or four days away.
She was careless. Mrs. Lu leaned back on her chair dejectedly and said, "It's my fault. I can only trouble you to deal with the aftermath."
Mr. Lu smiled and shook his sleeves casually: "What a big deal."
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The master and servant in the Xinghua Cottage outside Xu Cheng lived a very regular life.
Before dawn, Qixing would go up the mountain to sweep the tombs of his grandfather and mother, and then collect prey. No more, no less, just two or three. Then he would pick up some firewood, carry down a small bundle, and pile up the more.
Come and pull the wooden ox.
This wooden cow is also strange and strange. It can actually walk. However, the villagers seemed not surprised. When asked, they said it was a cart.
It seems like they all have one of these cars.
However, the children in the village climbed on the wooden cow and played with it every day, and it looked really worthless.
And the girl Qingzhi was not idle either, cleaning the house, cooking, feeding the chickens, ducks, and donkeys, and watering the vegetables and flowers growing along the fence. After finishing all this, the sky brightened, Qixing also came down from the mountain, and took a simple wash.
The master and the servant are eating.
After dinner, they hurriedly got into the car and took the prey to the city. The Qing Pheasant girl went to the restaurant to sell the prey, while Miss Qixing went to Linglong Workshop to work.
On this day, they will stay in the embroidery workshop and work all night until the afternoon of the next day before taking the car home and falling asleep from exhaustion.
Although you don't have to go to the city when you wake up, you still have to do housework. This is not considered a rest. After a day's rest, you will go to the city to do work again.
It's really hard work. You can't stop for a day. If you stop, there will be no food.
Poor and pitiful.
If you stay at home, where will you live like this?
Manfu looked at the thatched cottage shrouded in darkness in front of him. What's wrong with being the concubine of the Third Young Master?
The Lu family has a great cause, and the third son will definitely become an official. How many people are envious of this day, and even dream about it. Why is this girl so reluctant to think about it?
Never mind that we had an agreement in the past, an agreement is not a big deal, what matters is that we can live a good life.
Young people, as my wife once said, don't know that the world is hard, and they don't know what a good life is.
That’s all.
If you seek your own death, don't blame others.
Manfu patted the oil can hanging on his waist, took out the black cloth, and laughed at himself. In fact, there was no need to hide it. The eldest man specially chose him because he worked in a relatively remote village and had hardly ever been to his home.
The Miss Qixing didn't recognize him at all.
Besides, so what if you recognize it?
He held a hatchet tightly in his hand.
Killing pigs and slaughtering sheep is fatal with one knife. Remember him, and you will take revenge in the next life.
If he lives well in this life, who cares about the next life!
Manfu walked towards the thatched cottage. In the past few days, he had figured out the master and the servant. Today, they came back from working in the city. They were exhausted and went to bed early.
Qixing slept in a separate room on the left, and the maid Qingzhi set up a small bed in the main room.
He goes in and kills the lady first. If the maid hears the noise and comes over, there is no need for him to take an extra step. If the maid is asleep, he will go over and let her die in her sleep.
Then sprinkle the kerosene on the ground. The house is made of wood, and the wooden shed behind it is piled with firewood. It is undoubtedly a big firewood pile. A fire can burn vigorously without wind.
Well, take away the wooden cow before burning it, so that you can give it to the children to play with.
When people in nearby villages heard the noise, it was too late to put out the fire.
The master and the servant were burned to bones on the firewood pile, and no one knew the traces of their killing. At that time, people mourned and buried the bones on the mountain, reunited with their dead grandfather and mother, and several storms
After a few rains, the lakeside was clean and the world became peaceful and quiet.
Manfu raised his feet and stepped over the fence. The chickens and ducks in the small courtyard were sleeping and occasionally made chirping sounds. The donkey also slept, and it was silent.
He walked slowly, but he didn't care just because there were two weak women living here. The weak women living alone in the countryside would even set up traps that made noise in the yard. If they accidentally bumped into and stepped on them, they would make a clanging sound.
, the whole village won’t be able to hear it, but the neighbors will be alarmed.
He had been staring in the dark, especially before dusk, watching what the master and servant were doing in the front and back yard of the house.
Nothing was done and nothing was left lying around.
The maidservant was very diligent and kept the simple thatched cottage courtyard clean.
Manfu silently took one step at a time and stood in front of the house door.
Sliding doors and picking locks was something he had done a lot in the village when he was young, and he was very familiar with it.
Moreover, this is not just a sliding door to pick the lock, this woodcutter is very sharp.
He held his breath, gently raised the knife and stabbed it into the crack of the door. It hit the door latch, shook it left and right, and even hit the wooden stick supporting the door.
Manfu gently turned the hatchet and heard a thump. The other hand holding the door felt the door loosen.
opened.
Manfu was overjoyed, and at the same time he heard a knock from behind the door. The wooden stick holding the door seemed to have lost its support and fell backwards...
As expected, the wooden stick made a sound when it hit the ground after the door was opened, setting off a warning.
Manfu didn't panic at all, so what if he was warned? He only had to take one step into the room, and another step to reach the bedside. He could kill the woman with one knife before she even woke up.
Thoughts flashed through his mind, Manfu pushed the door hard, but there was no sound of a wooden stick falling to the ground behind the door, but a cold light struck him, and the knife he had stretched out in the crack of the door was violently hit.
The knife bounced back from the crack in the door. In the dark night, Manfu only felt a cold light flash before his eyes.
In order to make it easier to pry open the door, he bent over and put his head and face close to him, so almost instantly, the knife hit his head and face.
The man screamed, fell to his knees, and hit the door, which opened in response.
The night inside was darker than outside. Manfu was kneeling on the ground, eyes wide open, and he could faintly see the figure of a girl sitting on the bed.
No screams, no getting up.
"You're here," she said.
It seems to be welcoming guests.
This was Manfu's last thought, and the next moment he fell to the ground.
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The village woman Wang has always been disappointed, especially in the past few days, the weasel has dragged away two chickens from the family. This is a big dish at home during the Chinese New Year, not to mention how important the daily eggs are.
She wished she could move the remaining chickens next to her bed and sleep with her ears pricked up.
In my sleepy state, there seemed to be chickens crowing, and firecrackers going off and crackling.
It's still early for the New Year.
Wang woke up suddenly, and as she opened her eyes, a clearer noise rushed into her ears.
It's firecrackers!
She looked out the window again, and it was pitch black.
Even if there are naughty children and crazy adults, burning bamboo and playing with them during the New Year holiday should not be done in the middle of the night.
problem occurs!
Mrs. Wang pushed her husband, who was sleeping soundly next to her, and said, "Get up quickly."
Then he rushed out the door.
When the husband followed him out of the house in a daze, he saw his wife standing in the yard looking in one direction.
"What's wrong? It's so late at night..." he said angrily. He stopped mid-sentence and followed the direction his wife was looking in, his eyes widening.
In the dark night, the fire over there is soaring into the sky.
That direction is——
"Oh my God! That's where the two girls from the Yue family are!" The husband slapped his legs and shouted, "Quick, quick, put out the fire——"
With the shout, he picked up the barrel in the yard and rushed out.
Behind him, chickens croaked, dogs barked, and people made a noise.
