Farmer's wife: Xianggong, if you are sick

Chapter 271 They Are All Gone

Those who know what to do are those who know what to do.

"Doctor, I don't know if there is a cure for this symptom?"

The old doctor stroked his beard, "I have to see the patient's symptoms first."

Speaking of this look, he still stared at Li Sanlang intentionally or unintentionally.

Li Sanlang was obviously annoyed by what he saw.

Song Yaomei could feel the change of Li Sanlang's aura, she really doubted if the doctor stared at Li Sanlang again, would Li Sanlang directly pull out his eyeballs.

Song Yaomei quickly changed the subject, "Doctor, my sister is suffering so much. The doctor is well-informed and should know."

She turned her head to Watermelon, "Simelon, I'm sorry to trouble you. My sister is not in a good mood recently, you should take someone to my house first, and then tell my mother to ask her to ask her out."

Watermelon naturally understood, "Lady, I know, don't worry, this doctor is very famous in the local area, and he will definitely help Lingmei get her wish."

Song Yaomei nodded, "Then I would like to thank the doctor first. If the doctor can help my sister have a child, Yaomei will definitely repay her."

She said, and then bowed to him.

Because of time constraints, Song Yaomei had to leave separately.

When she turned around, Song Yaomei felt a warm and curious gaze staring at her, but when she turned her head, she couldn't see anyone.

With doubts, they went to Linglong Village.

When she arrived at the entrance of the village, Song Yaomei looked at the pontoon bridge and suddenly felt that everything in front of her was so unreal.

When she left, there was nothing, but now there is another bridge.

His eyes extended to the houses and trees in Linglong Village.

Look at the red ribbon above.

Song Yaomei straightened her expression, and all the horrible scenes that she thought of when she looked at the lake disappeared, she unloaded the second half of the ox cart, and then led the ox over.

The village is filled with a strong smell of alcohol, but there is no one in sight.

Song Yaomei frowned, what does this mean?
What about people?

"Is anyone there?" Song Yaomei shouted towards the vast place.

But no one agreed to her.

Song Yaomei frowned even tighter, what does this mean?
Is something wrong?

Song Yaomei strode from room to room, and found two rooms one after another, but she didn't see a single person.

But nothing has changed in the furnishings of the house.

"Is anyone there?" Her voice trembled.

She seemed to smell a strong smell of blood in the strong smell of wine.

Her pace couldn't help but quicken again.

Fortunately, a stout woman came out, and that woman was none other than Ma Dachu, the cook in that kitchen.

Seeing her coming, he smiled and showed his white teeth, "Patriarch, you are back!"

Song Yaomei stared blankly at the kitchen knife in her hand, the blade was still dripping with blood, and those blood lines flowed down along the edge of the knife.

Tick ​​tock, fell to the ground, forming a pile of bloodstains.

Like a curse, it haunts Song Yaomei's heart.

Song Yaomei took a few steps back in horror and fell into Li Sanlang's arms.

Ma Da said roughly: "Patriarch, what's wrong with you?"

Suddenly, he realized what he was holding in his hand, and threw the knife behind him in apologetic way, "Patriarch, it's all my fault, I scared you, I was killing fish just now."

Song Yaomei hid in Li Sanlang's arms, watching her embarrassed smiling face for a long time.

Ma Dachu returned to the kitchen, and came out with a fat herring in his hand.

Although the herring's stomach had been torn, its vitality was very tenacious, and it was still wriggling its body with difficulty.

"Where are the people in the village?" Song Yaomei asked.

Ma Dachu bent down to pick up the knife, and knocked on the head of the still struggling fish, the fish seemed to be completely dead, and stopped struggling.

She smiled and showed her small teeth that were not neat, "Patriarch, you came back late. Many people in the village married the people brought by the general, and then went to live with them at home. Only Those who do not wish to marry."

Song Yaomei broke free from Li Sanlang's embrace, "What are you talking about? They're all gone? How could it be so fast?"

Although she had known for a long time that what Yang Tai wanted was to make Linglong Village disappear in a disguised form, but she never expected that it would happen so soon.

Here, Song Yaomei is flashing, but Hua Niang is coming over there.

She was accompanied by Xiao Taohong.

They wore the unique clothes of Linglong Village, and wore head scarves covered with thin tassels. They looked at Song Yaomei, Hua Niang wept, and gave the things in her hand to Xiao Taohong next to her, and she was about to come to hug Song Yaomei.

Song Yaomei really can't stand it, it's like three autumns since she hasn't seen her for a few days.

Hugged by her bear, "Miss, you are finally back."

Feeling that her shoulders were wet from her crying, Song Yaomei, who originally wanted to stay away from her, comforted her softly, "What's wrong?"

The person on the shoulder cried even more fiercely, "Lady, Ziyuan is gone."

Song Yaomei paused the hand that patted her shoulder, and Ziyuan left.

Thinking of the woman who was as quiet as a painting, Song Yaomei still comforted her: "Didn't you say that Ziyuan is your daughter? When a daughter gets married, a mother should be happy. Didn't Ziyuan do it voluntarily?"

Hua Niang, it was only then that she realized that she had said the wrong thing, she wiped away her tears, straightened up, "My lady, why did you come here today?"

Song Yaomei originally thought that she wanted to come and see how those women who were successful in blind dates were doing.
Those men who were photographed are all like, but now looking at the empty Linglong Village, those red ribbons swaying in the wind, Song Yaomei can only bless those women in her heart, hoping that they can all get their own love. the life you want.

When she came back to her senses, she smiled and asked Xiao Taohong, "Why didn't you pick a man you like?"

Xiao Taohong was holding things in her hand, her face was blushing with embarrassment, "I, I don't want to marry, I want to be with my mother all my life."

Hua Niang leaned against her, hugged her fiercely, leaned her head against her head, reluctant to part.

Song Yaomei looked around, they had been talking here for so long, but the other people in the village did not show up.

"What about the others? And Alai?"

Hua Niang wiped her tears again, "Come with me!"

Song Yaomei followed her, and there were dozens of women, old and young, weaving in the open space next to the elder's house.

Those mysterious three-color leaves have withered, but the tall branches are still standing there firmly.

Recalling that she seemed to be in a coma after eating the leaves, Song Yaomei asked Ma Dachu next to her, "Why are the flowers over there withered? What's the use of planting this?"

I thought Mr. Ma didn't know about it, but she said, "It's called no flower leaves, it's divided into three colors, and it can treat lack of sleep."

"Is this the only one you have here?"

"Well, there's only this piece of land. It's strange that the one was fine yesterday, so why is it like this today?" Ma Dachu scratched his head, and some thick black eyebrows were frowned into a line by her.

(End of this chapter)