After transmigrating into a book, she became the farmer's wife of the villain

Chapter 63
Hearing this, Melomei's heart skipped a beat, and she hurriedly turned around and ran forward.

The crowd that had been chaotic just now quieted down, and the people of the three villages stood on each side, with a clear line of sight.

A person lay in the middle, his head was covered with blood, and he fell motionless on the ground.

No one in the three villages spoke, and the atmosphere was tense for a while.

Everyone is a villager, but it is for the immediate benefit, and no one thinks about killing people.

Now that something has happened, one and two feel very upset.

If someone dies, the government will be alarmed.

The head of Shuanghe Village looked at the person lying on the ground, panicked, and a cold sweat broke out on his back, soaking the clothes behind him in a short while.

He just wanted to organize the villagers to come to seek justice, and he didn't want to kill people, but now that people were killed, this matter might not be good.

The village chief frowned, turned to Mei's second son who had a bruised nose and a swollen face, and said, "My second son, go to my house to pick up the ox cart and go to the yamen!"

If a person dies, he must report to the official.

"No, you can't report to the officials." The village head of Shanghe Village heard the words and stepped out to stop him.

He just wants their village to have a better harvest, what's wrong with that?

It's not what he likes to see.

"No, I have to report to the officials. If it weren't for the people from Shanghe Village blocking the river, we could fight, and if we didn't fight, could we kill people?"

The head of Xiahe Village stepped forward to support Shuanghe Village's decision.

If this matter is not resolved today, it may be even more difficult to solve in the future. If it does not rain, the water shortage will become more and more severe. By then, it will be more than just fighting!

The village head of Shanghe Village also knew that he was wrong, and said in a low voice: "I admit that we blocked the river, but we didn't want to fight. If it weren't for your group of people rushing over aggressively, would our village be able to fight with you? We are dead now People, everyone is responsible, and it’s not about my family in Shanghe Village, so I suggest that our three villages sit down and discuss slowly, and give some compensation to the deceased.”

Everyone has done something and is responsible, how can they blame their village alone?

The head of Shanghe Village felt that he had been wronged.

After the words fell, suddenly a woman stumbled over with a baby on her back, shouting loudly as she ran, "I don't want compensation, I just want to live as the head of the house."

She pushed everyone away, ran to the front, threw herself on the dead man, and cried bitterly, "Master, how will our mothers live after you go?"

The children are still young, and the parents-in-law have passed away. The family relies on themselves and their husbands to plant a few acres of land, and they go out to do odd jobs in their spare time.

Now that her husband was suddenly beaten to death, and she was pulling a few children by herself, orphans and widows, how could she live like this.

Sadness came from my heart, I felt like the sky was collapsing, my head was dizzy, and my ears were buzzing.

Seeing this, the people of the three villages had to lower their heads one by one.

They don't want to be like this either!

When the villagers of Shuanghe Village saw the woman, their eyes turned red.

Mei Dawa's family was passed down from generation to generation, and he was the only boy in this generation, but he was here.

There are no uncles above, no brothers below, only two sisters who have been married far away and have not returned for many years, and no one helps them.

Now her daughter-in-law is left alone with four children, the oldest is only twelve or thirteen years old, and the youngest is still a baby. These days are indeed difficult.

"Don't worry about the eldest son's family, I will seek justice for the eldest son."

The village chief looked at the crying woman on the ground, his eyes were red, and his voice was choked up, "Second brother, go to the government quickly, people in our village can't die in vain."

The people in Shanghe Village wanted to stop it, but it was too late. Mei Er Er immediately turned around and ran outside.

People in the village were killed, but it was a big deal.

Mei's second son went and came quickly, and brought the official messenger over in a short while.

"Let it be, let it be, the government will handle the case."

Several officials pushed aside the crowd of onlookers and walked to the front. One of them said to the crying woman: "Little lady, let's go first, we have to examine the dead body."

"No, no, the head of my family is not dead, he is not dead, he said he watered the field, the crops are good, this year our mothers can eat a few more steamed buns, she won't die, won't... ..."

She still doesn't believe that her husband will leave them. Before going out in the morning, she smiled and said that she would take good care of their mothers. He never broke his promise.

The woman's eyes turned into walnuts, and her spirit collapsed.He held on tightly to the hand of the deceased, but did not let go.

When the officials saw this, they shook their heads helplessly. They had seen too many tragedies, and it was common for people to die. They had to handle the case, otherwise it would be difficult for the superiors to explain.

Regardless of the woman's resistance, the two officials grabbed a hand and pulled her aside to block her view.

A person followed behind, picked up a wooden box, opened it, and saw all kinds of tools in it, which dazzled the villagers.

The pestle inspected the deceased with the tools in the box, and then recorded humanely to one side: "There are injuries of different degrees on the body, but they did not lead to death. The biggest injury was on the head. Someone smashed the head with a stick until he died."

The recorder quickly wrote it down, and Chu Zuo said some things he had checked, and the recorder wrote it down before handing it over to one of the officials, "Captain, this is the autopsy report, please read it."

This official messenger is the chief catcher in the yamen.

The head catcher took the autopsy report and read it from the beginning, and then glanced at the people present, and found that most of the people standing here were holding sticks, poles, rolling pins, and even picks and hatchets.

This is hard to do!
The head of the shop frowned, put the autopsy report in his pocket, and then said in a deep voice: "Who can tell me what happened here?"

Seeing everyone looking at me and I looking at you, he didn't make a sound. He looked around, looked around, and finally looked out of the crowd, and landed on Xiaodouding who was stunned not far away.

The child didn't hold anything in his hands, his clothes were clean, and his hair was neat. He looked like an outsider. The child would not lie, she was the most suitable.

"Son, tell me, what happened here?"

Melomei hasn't realized what happened just now.

Even if she was killed, she would never have imagined that one day she would go crazy and beat people to death in order to grab water.

She is not a savior, and she has no ability to stop it, so she can only watch several villages fight each other.

Now that the person is dead, she doesn't dare to go forward, because she is afraid of seeing the dead body, so she just stays far away.

Following everyone's line of sight, the others saw a child standing not far away, and were immediately taken aback.

When did this kid come here?

Mei Laoer followed his line of sight and found that the person standing far away was his daughter. He hurried forward, picked her up, and asked, "Sanya, why are you here?"

Suddenly thought of something, then turned to the officer and said: "This child may be seeing the officer for the first time, and he is a little scared."

Although he was also afraid, he didn't want to lose face in front of the children.

The head catcher nodded clearly, took a few steps closer, and lowered his voice as much as possible, "Child, can you tell me what you just saw?"

　On Sunday, there are two shifts, one chapter at eight o'clock, and one chapter at five o'clock in the afternoon.Tomorrow's chapter will be released at [-]:[-] noon and [-]:[-] pm.

　　
　
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