Luo nine needles

Chapter 34
Weeds and roots.

It's not that Mrs. Lu doesn't understand this.

Earlier, when the little maidservant just ran out of the house, the steward also mentioned that they should be set on fire in the thatched hut and they would be burned to death.

But at the time she didn't think it was necessary.

What can the little servant girl do, but let her grind in her hands.

Killing her would be dirty hands.

But who would have thought that it would not be easy to reach out to torture a little girl in another city that was only three or four days away.

It was her carelessness, Mrs. Lu leaned back on the chair dejectedly, and said: "It's my fault, I can only trouble you, master, to deal with the aftermath."

Master Lu smiled, and shook his sleeves casually: "What a big deal."

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The master and servant in the Xinghua Thatched Cottage outside Xucheng lead 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 pick up some firewood, carry down a small bundle, pile up the more, and save more. Yes, let's pull the wooden ox.

It is said that this wooden ox is also a novelty, and it can walk, but the villagers seem to be surprised, and they say it is a pushcart when asked.

It's as if they all have one of these cars.

However, the children in the village climbed on the wooden cow to play every day, and it seemed worthless.

And the girl Qingzhi was not idle, tidying up the house, cooking, feeding chickens, ducks and donkeys, watering the vegetables and flowers growing along the fence, after finishing all this, the sky was bright, Qixing also came down from the mountain, simply washed, The master and the servant had dinner.

After eating, he hurriedly got into the car and took the prey to the city, the girl Qingzhi went to the restaurant to sell the prey, and Miss Qixing went to work in Linglongfang.

On this day, they would stay in the embroidery workshop and work all night, and they would not drive home until the next afternoon, falling asleep exhausted.

Although you don’t need to go to the city when you wake up again, you still have to do housework. This is not considered a rest. After a day’s rest, you will repeat the previous work in the city.

It's really hard work, I can't stop for a day, and if I stop, there will be days without food.

poor poor.

If you stay at home, where have you used this kind of life.

Man Fu looked at the thatched cottage shrouded in darkness in front of him, what's so bad about being the third son's concubine?

The Lu family has a great career, and the third son is bound to be an official. How many people envy them these days, and dream of living it. Why is this girl so reluctant?

Don't say that there was an agreement before, the agreement is no big deal, the important thing is to live a good life.

Young people, as Madam said, don't know that the world is difficult, and they don't know what a good life is.

That's it.

Suicide, no wonder others.

Man Fu patted the oil pot hanging from his waist, took out the black cloth, and laughed at himself. In fact, there was no need to hide it. The Elder specially chose him because he was working in a relatively remote village and had hardly been to the house. The seven-star lady didn't recognize him at all.

Besides, so what?

He gripped a hatchet tightly in his hand.

Killing pigs and sheep is fatal with a single blow. Remember him, and you will have revenge in the next life.

He lived well in this life, who cares about the next life!
Man Fu walked towards the thatched cottage, he had figured out the two masters and servants in the past few days, today they came back from working in the city, they were exhausted and went to bed early.

That Qixing sleeps in a separate room on the left, and the maid Qingzhi puts up a small bed in the main room.

He went in and killed the young lady first, if the servant girl heard the movement, he didn't need to take another step, if the maidservant fell asleep, he would go over and let her die in a deep sleep.

Then sprinkle fire oil 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, and a fire can burn vigorously without wind.

Well, take the wooden cow away before burning it, so that it can be played by the children when you go back.

When people in the nearby village heard the movement, it was too late to put out the fire.

Both master and servant were burnt to bones on this pile of firewood, and no one knew the traces of being killed. At that time, people will cry out for pity, collect the bones and bury them on the mountain, and reunite with the dead grandfather and mother. After a few rains, the lakeside was clean and the world became quiet.

Man Fu lifted his foot and stepped over the fence. In the small courtyard, the chickens and ducks were sleeping and occasionally squeaked, and the donkey was also asleep, and there was no sound.

He walked very slowly, not because there were two weak women living here. Widows and weak women living alone in the countryside would even set up traps that would make noise in the yard. Well, if the whole village can't hear it, the neighbors and eight houses can be alarmed.

He has been staring in the dark, especially before dusk, watching what the master and servant are doing in the courtyard in front of and behind the house.

Nothing was done, and nothing was left unattended.

The maid was very hardworking and kept the simple courtyard of the thatched cottage clean.

Man Fu walked quietly step by step, and stood in front of the house door.

When he was young, he did a lot of things like sliding doors and picking locks in the village, and he was very familiar with them.

Moreover, this is not just a door lock pick, this hatchet knife is very sharp.

Holding his breath, he raised the knife slightly and pierced through the crack of the door. It hit the latch, swayed from side to side, and even touched the wooden stick behind the door.

Man Fu turned the hatchet slightly, and heard a click, and the other hand holding the door also felt the door loosen.

opened.

Man Fu was overjoyed, and at the same time, he heard a knock behind the door. The wooden stick that was originally supporting the door seemed to lose its support and fell backwards...
Sure enough, as expected, the wooden stick made a sound after the door opened and fell to the ground, which was a warning.

Man Fu didn't panic at all, so what if he warned, he only needs to step into the room with one step, and then he will reach the bedside, and he can kill the woman with a knife before she wakes up.

A thought flashed through, and Man Fu pushed the door hard, but there was no sound of a wooden stick falling behind the door, but a cold light came, and the knife he had stuck in the crack of the door was slammed.

The knife bounced back from the crack in the door, and in the dark night, Man Fu only felt a cold light flash before his eyes.

In order to pry open the door conveniently, he bent his body and brought his head and face close, so, almost instantly, the knife hit his head and face.

With a scream, the man fell to his knees and hit the door, which opened in response.

The night in the room was darker than outside. Man Fu knelt on the ground, his eyes were wide open, and he faintly saw the figure of a girl sitting on the bed.

No screams, no getting up.

"Here you are," she said.

It seems to be welcoming guests.

This was Man Fu's last thought, and the next moment he fell to the ground with a plop.

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The village woman, Mrs. Wang, has always been shallow, especially in the past few days, when the weasel dragged away two chickens at home. 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 rest of the chickens to her bed, sleeping with her ears pricked up.

In the drowsy sleep, it seemed that there were chickens crowing, and it seemed that firecrackers were crackling.

It's still early in the new year.

Wang woke up suddenly, and with opening her eyes, a clearer noise rushed into her ears.

It's firecrackers!

She looked out the window again, it was pitch black.

Even if there are children who are naughty and adults who are crazy, it shouldn't be in the middle of the night to play with burning bamboo during the New Year's Eve.

problem occurs!
Wang Shi pushed her husband who was sleeping soundly beside her: "Get up quickly."

Then rushed to the door.

When the husband came out of the house in a daze, he saw his wife standing in the yard looking in one direction.

"What's wrong? It's in the middle of the night..." He said angrily, his voice stopped halfway, and his eyes widened following the direction his wife was looking at.

In the dark night, there is a fire in the sky.

That direction is——

"Oh my god! It's where the two girls from the Yue family are!" The husband slapped his legs and shouted, "Hurry up, hurry up, put out the fire—"

Accompanied by the shout, he picked up the wooden barrel in the yard and rushed out.

Behind him, roosters crowed, dogs barked, and human voices were noisy.

(End of this chapter)