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"Hey, I can't eat enough every day. It's really hard to endure the lean times these days. I dreamed last night that the wheat was ripe, and my mother rolled out a big bowl of noodles for me to eat. It was delicious..."

"Huh? What does it smell like? Why does it smell so good?"

Someone moved their nose vigorously, and others smelled it immediately.

"It smells so good. Whose family is cooking the meat? This woman is good at cooking, so the meat is so delicious!"

Everyone was chattering away, and they also quickened their pace to follow the direction from which the meaty aroma came...

"The fragrance seems to be wafting from the courtyard of Zhao Dagou's house."

"Zhao Dagou is so stupid. He came to my house to borrow rice a few days ago and complained about his poverty. Now he is hiding at home and roasting meat to eat. This is not good. I have to go and get some rice."

"I'll go too."

"Let's go, let's go together!"

The guys carried hoes and ran straight to Zhao Dagou's house without even entering their own homes.

When we got outside the yard, we really smelled the strong aroma of meat coming out of the house, but the yard door was closed and there was no black smoke coming from the kitchen chimney.

"Zhao Dagou, you're so stupid to open the door, let us eat two pieces of meat too!"

There was no movement inside.

Someone noticed something was wrong, "There seemed to be no one at home, and there was no movement in the kitchen. The smell seemed to be wafting from the main room. Could it be that... they were hiding in the main room eating meat and didn't open the door on purpose?"

"It's possible!"

While everyone was gathering at the door of Zhao Dagou's house to condemn and discuss, Zhao Dagou's roar came from behind: "You idiots like you don't go back to your own homes, so what are you doing here at my doorstep?"

Everyone looked back and saw Zhao Dagou standing behind with a hoe on his shoulder, his trousers rolled up to his knees, and his bare feet wearing straw sandals, which were covered with mud.

His mother-in-law, also wearing a raincoat and a bamboo hat, stood beside him, holding a basket in her arm containing several handfuls of wild vegetables.

"Zhao Dagou, you two are not at home? We thought you were hiding at home and roasting meat. It's so delicious!"

Hearing what one of them said, Zhao Dagou moved his nose. It smelled really good, just like the burnt aroma of roasted meat and bones when braised during the New Year. Zhao Dagou couldn't bear to smell this smell. I always thought of soju...

"Crack!"

The basket slung in the arms of the woman next to him suddenly fell to the ground, and her whole face changed.

"No, Da Mao!"

The mother-in-law dropped these meaningless words, hurriedly pushed through the crowd, rushed to open the courtyard door, and went straight to the main room.

Zhao Dagou also suddenly realized something, and the hoe on his shoulder fell to the ground, almost hitting the foot of the person next to him.

He didn't care about the scolding of the people next to him and shouted: "You can't, for God's sake!"

Then he stumbled through the crowd and ran home.

The crowd looked at each other in confusion, wondering what the two couples were doing.

In the main room, Madam Zhao Dagou's sad cry suddenly came: "Oh my God, how can this be done!"

Zhao Dagou just ran to the door of the main room and one leg collapsed into the main room. The scene before him made him fall to the ground and struggled to get up.

The villagers who were watching outside also realized that something was wrong, and they all rushed into the yard.

The scene in the main room left them dumbfounded, their expressions changed, and even the most daring ones were so frightened that they could not stand still, their legs were shaking hard...

When Yang Huazhong got the news and arrived, the Zhao family yard was crowded with villagers who came to watch the excitement, and the Zhao family hall was in chaos.

Mother Zhao Dagou was trembling on the ground like an epileptic, howling and slapping the ground. Her clothes were all rolled up, exposing her white buttocks.

live.

As for Zhao Dagou, he was not much better. He was sitting in the corner holding his head and banging his scalp against the wall.

While bumping into each other, I cried and cursed myself.

Yang Huazhong looked at the half-burnt heating barrel in the main room, as well as the pile of cooked and burned sticky things in the heating barrel. His eyebrows were beating fiercely, and he almost fainted when his feet went weak.

Yang Huaming and Yang Yongzhi also came and helped Yang Huazhong in time.

Yang Huaming cursed in his heart, the roasted meat was so delicious, I won’t want to eat meat for at least three months!

"Zhao Dagou, what's going on here? How did we become parents?" Yang Huaming asked.

Zhao Dagou had cried until he was speechless.

The woman was on the verge of going crazy, saying "My son...my poor big hair..."

Don't even expect her to respond.

Fortunately, there were villagers nearby who had already inquired about the situation from Zhao Dagou, and coupled with the villagers' own speculations, a complete set of the whole story was told to Yang Huazhong:

"The two of them didn't have any clothes to wear at home, so their wet clothes were piled in a warm bucket to dry. They went to work in the fields and put Da Mao in the hot bucket. Da Mao didn't have anything to wear, so he just tied a small pocket."

"They originally wanted to keep the children warm in the hot tub and bake them with their clothes, but they didn't know what was going on. Sparks jumped out, or the children naughtily poked the brazier underneath with something in their hands.

, the fire started to burn upwards, first burning the roasting clothes, and then the children, no, they were roasted alive like this..."

Yang Huazhong shook his head when he heard this, and his heart and liver were twitching.

Take all precautions, but I didn’t expect disaster to happen here!

"Why don't you put your child under the quilt on the bed because you're afraid of it being cold? How can you put it on the fire to roast? You are so heartless! How can you be parents like this?" Yang Huazhong asked sternly.

The woman was still crying so hard that Zhao Dagou raised his face with tears and runny nose and cried: "Put it on the bed in case he wets the bed. We only have one quilt in our house. If it wets, there will be no place to sleep at night...

…”

The villagers nearby denounced Zhao Dagou and his wife: "That's what lazy people are like. Their families are poor, they don't have any clothes or bedding, and they don't feel anything when the sun is shining. Now all the leaks have come out, and they have harmed the children."

What a crime."

Everyone condemned Zhao Dagou and his wife, and they all wiped away tears of sympathy for the child.

As the village leader, Yang Huazhong felt similar to the villagers, but tragedies had happened. Even if they tied up Zhao Dagou and his wife and threw them into the pond to feed the bastard, it would not help.

The most urgent task is to deal with this mess first.

So, he forced himself to find several relatives from Zhao Dagou's family to come over, and asked the female relatives to find a way to take the child's mother to another house first, while the rest of the people cleaned up the scene and took out the 'things' in the heating bucket.

Just calm down and find a suitable place for burial.
Chapter completed!