Quick Transmigration: Don't Let That Cannon Fodder Go

Chapter 358 The Second Daughter in the Historical Fiction 53

Xiufeng was not discovered until the next morning.

When she was found, she was already unrecognizable due to being submerged in water.

Aunt Jiang and several others pulled Xiufeng out of the water. They stood to one side, their faces pale.

We looked at each other, unsure of what to do.

There are people who commit suicide in the village, especially the elderly whose children live elsewhere. We often hear of them hanging themselves or drinking pesticide at home, or jumping into their own wells.

Dying out there is never good for a child's reputation.

"I knew she wouldn't live long. She started acting strangely yesterday, and she can't understand what I'm saying to her," an old man said with a hoe on his shoulder.

The middle-aged man next to her, puffing on his pipe, exhaled and said, "She jumped like that; her loss isn't as great as the others'."

“Exactly, she’s done with it, but my house is still burning. I can’t tell her husband and kids, they’ve both gone mad.”

Aunt Jiang frowned: "What should we do? We can't just let her lie here. We have to make some arrangements for her funeral."

She looked at the people around her, and all the villagers around her looked away.

"What's going on? If I do it for someone else, their kid will at least give me money, and they'll at least provide food. If I do it for her, who's going to give me all this? I'll just have worked for nothing."

“That’s right, Shi Tou can’t make the decisions. Her daughter hasn’t come back for so long, who cares about her?”

A few people smoked and beckoned the others to leave.

Seeing these things so early in the morning is really unlucky.

Of course Stone knew about this. When others asked him about it, he would pretend to be crazy and curse. He's already crazy, why would we need him to do all this trouble?

After thinking about it all morning, Uncle Jiang and Aunt Jiang decided to let Xiufeng rest in peace.

“If a person dies outside, no one will burn paper money for them, and they will become a wandering ghost.”

"We can't work hard our whole lives and then not even have a place to rest in the afterlife."

Uncle Jiang sat at the door, silently smoking.

"What about the coffin? It's so heavy, the two of us can't carry it over."

Aunt Jiang whispered, "There's a coffin. She's in the back room. There's a coffin there. Just use that one."

Uncle Jiang frowned: "Isn't that her man's? I heard before that Shi Tou was someone who bought his father's."

Aunt Jiang glanced at him sideways: "His name isn't written on it. Can we wait for something like this?"

Logically, it should have taken a few more days to bury them. Song Xianyin and the others were supposed to go to school tonight, but because of this, they asked the teacher for a day off.

Even Lao Fu was dragged along by Uncle Jiang, though he was unwilling.

Aunt Jiang felt bad about missing their class, so the five of them carried the empty coffin up the mountain that afternoon.

“Xiufeng said before that she wanted to be buried here.” Aunt Jiang wiped the sweat from her forehead.

Then the four of them started digging a pit. They dug for an entire afternoon, and the next day they sealed the coffin.

The funeral was particularly hasty, but that was all they could do.

Aunt Jiang knelt in front of the grave, muttering something under her breath.

Uncle Jiang was smoking a cigarette next to him. He smiled at Lao Fu and said, "I've never been this tired when I did this kind of work for others before."

Old Fu said with a stern face, "How can that be the same? Others have a dozen or so people working together, and they even have to switch people in the middle. This time, we did it all ourselves."

Aunt Jiang came over with rice, and Song Xianyin straightened her clothes and put the rice on them.

"That stone is really a piece of trash," Aunt Jiang cursed under her breath.

"He's pretending to be crazy. What a vicious heart he has. I see that he's perfectly sober when no one's around. He even cooks for himself and doesn't give any food to his father."

"His father was locked in that room, and when I went over, I smelled a stench of feces."

Old Fu snorted: "Those people are ruthless, unlike honest people like us."

“People like us are embarrassed to even see a little blood, but they don’t think it’s a big deal at all.”

Uncle Jiang kept smoking one cigarette after another, which annoyed Aunt Jiang, so she slapped his bald head hard.

"Your Aunt Jiang is quite wicked too," Uncle Jiang said to Song Xianyin with a smile, covering his head.

Old Fu suddenly became worried. He looked at Fu Ci and said, "Eldest brother, after Dad dies, you won't treat him like this, will you?"

Fu Ci stood to the side without saying a word.

Old Fu immediately became anxious: "You ungrateful wretch, you really want to do this?"

"Fu Ci would never do that, don't make things difficult for the child." Uncle Jiang was annoyed by Old Fu's anxious appearance.

"Don't you know what kind of person your son is?"

"I have no idea, he doesn't talk to me!"

The group descended the mountain amidst their bickering.

Song Xianyin glanced at the tall grave mound, her feelings extremely complicated.

She was a little afraid of Xiufeng since she was a child; in fact, most of the children in the village were afraid of Xiufeng.

She would curse whenever she was unhappy, and she would also curse if children were playing in front of her house. She also liked to show off her son and openly or subtly belittle other people's children.

I remember once Song Xianyin and others were picking loquats on the mountain. The loquats were very sour, and Song Xianyin ate a few before putting them on the table.

When she got home that evening, her grandmother secretly pulled her aside and asked, "Did you steal the loquats from Xiufeng's house?"

Song Xianyin was so frightened that her face turned pale: "I thought it was wild, there are so many loquat trees there."

Grandma tapped her head: "You glutton, Xiufeng saw it all. She even told me about it when I was having tea outside."

“What should we do then…” Song Xianyin’s eyes immediately reddened.

She's going to get yelled at to death by Xiufeng.

Grandma sighed and handed her a few melons: "Go and deliver them to them, apologize, and be sweet-talking."

Song Xianyin hesitated and refused to go: "You go, I dare not go..."

"You stupid girl!"

Just then, a voice suddenly came from outside: "Aunt Shui, is Aunt Shui here?"

"Hey, she's inside!" Grandma quickly replied.

Song Xianyin looked at her grandmother with a pale face, hoping that she could help her.

By this time, Xiufeng had already reached the door of the room. The loquats were placed on the table next to her, and she had already taken a few bites of some of them.

Song Xianyin looked at Xiufeng in fear, frozen in place, not daring to move.

"Song Xianyin, are my loquats delicious?" Xiufeng asked with a smile.

Song Xianyin's eyes were red, and she dared not utter a sound.

Grandma laughed and said, "She's stupid. She said she thought it was a wild one. How could a wild one grow up to be so good-looking?"

Xiufeng's eyes curved into a smile: "Is it sour? Those aren't even ripe yet, and she doesn't even look at them before stuffing them into her mouth."

She handed the small basket to her grandmother: "Here, eat these. I've had these for a few days, so they're not sour anymore."

After the two declined for a while, Xiufeng finally left with the melon.

Grandma flicked Song Xianyin's forehead a few times: "Don't you dare steal other people's loquats next time."

"Eat these; you probably won't be able to finish the ones you picked yourself."

Song Xianyin tentatively ate one, and her face immediately scrunched up.

"What, this doesn't taste good either?"

"It's still sour." Song Xianyin shuddered at the sourness.

“Then let it sit for a few days. Maybe it won’t be long enough. Don’t keep avoiding her. Xiufeng has told me several times that you’re so bold, why do you hide whenever you see her? She hasn’t done anything to you, has she?”

"Oh……"

The mountaintop was extremely quiet at this moment, with a few birds whose names I didn't know circling in the sky.

"Ouch, this loquat is really sour," Old Fu said, grimacing.

Uncle Jiang picked one and put it in his mouth: "Sour is what makes it taste good. I don't like sweet ones at all."

Aunt Jiang handed the loquat to Song Xianyin: "Your Uncle Jiang's taste is not that of a normal person."

"You're saying I'm not normal if I like sour things? You're a weirdo too," Uncle Jiang retorted.

Song Xianyin peeled the skin and then took a bite.

"Is it very sour?"

Song Xianyin was also a little puzzled. She shook her head and said, "It's sweet."

Because of that incident when she was a child, she has never eaten loquat again. Perhaps she was truly traumatized by its sourness back then.

Xiufeng brought a basket of loquats, but she couldn't remember who ate them all in the end; it must have been her grandmother.