The fate of writers

Chapter 124
Hearing that Zeng Hong was still thinking about them after his death, the common people burst into tears. At the same time, they developed a subtle affection for this Lord Wang who was willing to bury Zeng Hong properly, and a fragile trust was established.

Soon came the day when Zeng Hong went to the earth to rest in peace. Along the way, every household hung white flags, and the funeral procession became longer and longer. Everyone knew that the eldest son of the county magistrate would not come back, and the second son and youngest daughter died together. Make children of the right age to be filial sons.

Jiang Ling and Liu Zhi stood inconspicuously in the team, and there were too many people who had received Zeng Hong's kindness.Even the Du family came, and the gentry had to admit that Zeng Hong was not unkind to them. Although he gave up part of the benefits, he also got it from the other side. He was not the kind of official who accepts death. He did not invite It is not difficult to get along with such a county magistrate.

The place where he was buried was a Feng Shui treasure spot chosen by a Feng Shui master. It was said that Master Zeng would turn into a ghost and god after his death and continue to protect Yin County.

Those who sealed the soil were all strong men, and they worked very hard. When the last piece of soil fell, Jiang Ling finally burst into tears.Liu Zhi hugged Jiang Ling, patted Jiang Ling lightly, cry, it's another day after crying.

She has been in a state of half-dream and half-awake for the past two days. She can't believe that Uncle Zeng Shi and Aunt Xu are gone like this. Uncle Zeng Shi and Aunt Xu really helped her a lot. They are both sincere and good people. What is this like? In this world, good people are always called good but do not have a long reputation.

Jiang Ling began to hate the Taiping thieves. This was her inability to express her anger. She knew that Mr. Wang would keep his promise and treat the people of Yinxian County well. Self-immolation was the choice of Uncle Zeng Shi and Aunt Xu. Everything was just the hero of the other and the enemy of the enemy. Her The personal affair made her unable to escape.

It wasn't just Jiang Ling who was crying, there were also hundreds, thousands, or ten thousand people crying. The crying alarmed the birds in the mountains. They panicked at first, and then flew in one direction in unison, as if they were leading the way for the dead.

The sky was gloomy all day long, dark clouds covered the sun but refused to shed tears, until the sun and the moon alternated, a flash of lightning illuminated half of the sky, and then thunder roared, and the rain fell.

It rained all night, and the ground was wet the next day. The dark clouds dispersed and the sun came out.

Jiang Ling didn't sleep all night again. She opened the corner window on the east side, where she could just see the sunrise.She didn't know if it was because of her mood, but she always felt that the sun was not bright enough and could not penetrate the deep clouds.

"Miss, it's time to wash up." Xiao Ping walked in and saw Jiang Ling, who was secretly sad under the sun, "Oh, your eyes."

Jiang Ling cried for a long time yesterday and stayed awake all night. Her eyes were as red and swollen as walnuts.

"My eyes?" Jiang Ling subconsciously wanted to touch them.

"Hey, don't touch it, I'll cook an egg later." The little bottle put down the basin and ran out.

Jiang Ling came to the mirror, looked at his appearance, and whispered: "It seems that I am a little haggard..."

Yin County changed hands, and the news that the county magistrate's family set themselves on fire and died for the country soon spread to Pingbo Mansion.

The prefect of Pingbo Prefecture was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot. Yinxian County was lost and the door of Pingbo Prefecture was opened. How could the few soldiers he had in hand be a match for the Gray Thieves!

How did that idiot Zeng Hong guard Yin County? Didn't he assign a hundred people to Yin County last time?How did it fall so quickly?Still martyred?I think it's committing suicide!

The magistrate hurriedly wrote two more letters, one to Zhang Jinglue and one to Beijing.

(End of this chapter)