Chapter 3: Protecting each other alone, forcing Shen Lang
"you dare!"
Shen Dayuan shouted angrily, "We cannot let this evildoer leave, otherwise, our Shen Family Village will never have peace!"
"Wow!"
A crowd of people in the ancestral hall immediately blocked the door. Liu Xiangling paused, not knowing whether to advance or retreat.
A cold light flashed in Shen Tang's eyes, he turned around and took two steps forward, side by side with Liu Xiangling, facing the people blocking the way.
"Uncles, Shen Tang does not want to cause trouble, but he is not afraid of it. If any of you uncles get into trouble with me today, I, Shen Tang, promise that you will never have peace. I, Shen Tang, have already died once. If there are any who are not afraid of death, , even if you block the way."
After saying that, Shen Tang grabbed Liu Xiangling's hand and walked forward.
Shen Tang's words still have quite a deterrent effect. Such a ruffian who is afraid of others and worried about ghosts. Which of these honest people would want to cause such trouble?
Liu Xiangling's palms were very white, unlike the village women in Shenjia Village. However, whether due to fear or other reasons, her palms were a little cold, and there was even a slight trace of sweat in her palms.
Of course, Shen Tang was not in the mood to feel this at this moment.
Liu Xiangling followed Shen Tang step by step. If Shen Tang took a step, everyone in front of him would take a step back in panic.
Seeing this scene, Shen Dayuan was furious.
"Tang Shen, aren't you afraid that this cheap servant will bring disaster to you? Aren't you afraid that the villagers will poke your spine? Are you worthy of your parents who just died?"
Shen Tang paused slightly, feeling the jade hand trembling slightly in his hand, and he couldn't help but exert force on his palm.
In this era, the constraints of loyalty and filial piety are far more severe than those imagined a thousand years later. Therefore, when Shen Daqing mentioned Shen Tang's parents, both Shen Tang and Liu Xiangling suddenly felt a huge pressure.
However, Shen Tang knew that at this moment, he was probably the only support and protection for the woman in front of him. As long as he took a step back, the woman would be torn into pieces by these indifferent people.
He exhaled forcefully, then turned to look at Shen Daqing, and said word for word: "This Liu Xiangling is my wife! He caused disaster for me, and I, Shen Tang, admit it. As for stabbing his spine. , I want to see who dares! My wife, of course, will be protected by me. Whether she is a monster or a disaster, my wife, Shen Tang, I will support her in the world!"
Liu Xiangling's slightly lowered head suddenly raised. This was the first time she had met Shen Tang face to face since she came to the Shen family. Originally, she had already accepted her fate, although this fate was really not a big deal for her. She was treated kindly, but she really couldn't resist anymore.
Therefore, even when faced with life and death, she did not struggle at all!
It has nothing to do with her anymore, right?
However, Shen Tang's words just now made her heart tremble. Am I her wife? Are I her guardian? He said that he would support himself, is that true?
It's just that rumors are the most hurtful! But family love is more important than anything else, can he really do it?
Shen Tang's deep voice still sounded in the room, "Liu Xiangling is my wife whom Shen Tang recognizes. I will protect her in everything. In addition, I don't want anyone to hear about evildoers and disasters again." Otherwise, we will fight until death!"
His words were even a little weak, but they were frightening.
"Shen Tang!"
Shen Dayuan's face turned red, "From now on, you will be expelled from Shenjia Village!"
Shen Tang was stunned for a moment, then he said to a young man in the crowd: "Shen Ming, go and pull a car for me."
Shen Ming in the crowd was stunned for a moment, then turned around and ran towards the outside of the courtyard.
Not long after, Shen Ming walked in pulling a flatbed truck.
"Help me!"
Shen Tang said to Shen Ming again, and then the two of them walked into the house. Shen Tang first bowed his head to Shen Erfu's coffin, "Father, my son is unfilial and cannot let his father rest in peace. However, my son made an oath to his father, As long as I, Tangtang Shen, are here, the Shen family will never be destroyed!"
Shen Tang had two soul memories in his mind, so he didn't feel embarrassed or uncomfortable doing what he was doing.
After that, with Shen Ming's help, the two closed the coffin lid and carried the coffin onto the flatbed truck.
Fortunately, this thin wooden coffin is not heavy, so although it is difficult for the two of them, they can still do it.
After placing his father's coffin, Shen Tang pulled the cart, and Liu Xiangling followed silently. Under the gaze of everyone, the two of them gradually left the sight of everyone with the sound of creaking.
The home is still there, but it is broken! The people are still there, but they are dead!
At this time, Shen Tang really didn't have the energy to pay attention to etiquette and rules.
After some thought, Shen Tang did not take the coffin home, but went directly to the south of Shenjia Village, to a small river about a mile away.
I don't know if Shen Ming had any foresight, but he actually prepared an old shovel on the flatbed truck.
Shen Tang used the shovel and with the help of Liu Xiangling, dug a pit several feet deep.
Although the soil beside the river is soft, Shen Tang had just been lying down for more than a month, which really took away a lot of his strength.
After two full hours, the pit was rested, and then the coffin was carefully pushed into the pit.
After another hour, the pit had turned into an inconspicuous new grave.
There is no stone tablet or even any mark. Perhaps, this is the final destination of most of the lower class people in China.
Shen Tang rested for a moment, then solemnly knelt down in front of the tomb and bowed earnestly four times.
"Xiang Ling, now that you have entered the Shen family, you will become the wife of my Shen family. You should also pay your respects to me!"
Liu Xiangling nodded, followed Shen Tang's example, and bowed four times in front of the tomb.
Seeing the trace of dust stained on Liu Xiangling's smooth forehead, Shen Tang's depressed mood improved a lot for some reason.
After working for a long time, it was getting dark. Shen Tang packed up, pulled the cart, and the two of them walked home one after another.
Shen Tang's home, like most of the households in Shenjia Village, is so simple that one suspects that the house may fall down in the next moment.
In the small courtyard, no one was resting, and weeds were already growing everywhere. When the creaking door was opened, darkness enveloped the house.
The house is divided into two rooms, one of which was obviously the former residence of Shen Erfu, and the other was the residence of Shen Tang and Liu Xiangling.
Between the two rooms, after the concierge enters, there is a very small hall. The hall is on all fours. There are several old rice vats scattered in the inner position. In the middle of the hall, there is a square with historical traces. On the wooden table, there are several celadon plates and two or three pairs of bowls and chopsticks.