Lin Fangzhou felt a little sad and hurriedly ran out. Seeing that Chen Butcher Chen had a calm face and his purple-red face was tightly tense, unlike being urging her. She asked, "Why did he hang him?"

"I don't know, I just heard that Wei Guaizi had no brothers, no children or grandchildren. He had no family and no one to mourn him. He could not say that he would ask our neighbors to gather some money to burn money and buy a thin coffin to bury him."

Although Chen Butcher Chen looks fierce, he is most anxious and righteous in his daily life. When encountering such a thing, he usually takes the lead.

Lin Fangzhou nodded, "That's natural."

This answer surprised the butcher Chen: "I thought you would say you had no money."

“I really don’t have money.”

"You rascal dares to tease me! Mission! Come with my butcher knife!"

"No, no... I'll make a banner for him! I'll throw a basin! Isn't it okay to use it for him as a son?"

Chen Tuhu's expression calmed down, "I'm not forcing you to pay, but you shouldn't tease me."

"I know. I also ate some glutinous rice cakes that are not expensive in Weiguaizi, and it's time to pay them back now."

The son is doing the work of his son. If he doesn't have a son, his daughter can also settle down. Some families are not allowed to have children, and they are afraid that they will not be able to report smoothly after death, so they do some funeral affairs before they die and spend money to ask someone to make a banner for him. Because the battle of a banner is a matter of detrimental damage, only those rogues are willing to take on such errands, and the price is not low.

Seriously speaking, the price of hitting a banner is greater than paying for money. Chen Butcher Chen didn't want to make things difficult for Lin Fangzhou, so he said, "What kind of hitting a banner is not a banner? People die like a lamp is gone, and you don't need to be a cheap son for him. I'm not a family robbery, I'm just voluntarily. If you don't have money, you don't have money. If you really want to help you fight when you are in a funeral."

Lin Fangzhou touched his chin and tried to suppress his guilt, saying to Chen Butuhu: "Why don't we go and see Wei Guaizi first?"

Chen Butcher Chen waved his hand and said, "No. The constable and coroner are here, and the autopsy are being examined, and the idle people cannot get close to you."

"What else do you need to do for an autopsy? Didn't Wei Guaizi commit suicide?"

"If you commit suicide, you need to have an autopsy, and it will be a formality. I heard from people who saw it on the scene that he hanged himself at home, and most of it was suicide. It is better to die than to live. I don't know what Wei Guaizi can't think about it."

"Let's see what you say after the autopsy in the yamen."

Lin Fangzhou was so shocked that his voice was trembling. Fortunately, the butcher Chen was thinking about the matter and did not notice her abnormality. He said, "Things are decided first, I will go to another house to ask."

"Okay, thank you Brother Chen."

Seeing the butcher Chen left, Lin Fangzhou turned around and stumbled into the house, and grabbed the child sitting by the bed, and roared: "Wei Guaizi didn't commit suicide, he couldn't commit suicide! He was killed by someone! Who are you?!"

She was shocked, terrified and angry, with blue veins on her forehead swelling, and her eyes were bright and shiny, as if she wanted to eat people.

The child looked at her twisted face and blinked without any answer.

He was caught by her like a puppet, but his expression did not change at all. His black eyes were silent and clean, as if there was a windless night.

Lin Fangzhou threw him back to the bed, and was too strong. He accidentally lay down, then slowly sat up and looked at her with a expressionless face.

"Don't pretend to be stupid for me! Wei Guaizi died because of the rumor, those who killed people, those murderers - the real target is you! They want to kill you, and they want to kill you! Who are you?!!!"

As expected, there was no answer.

Lin Fangzhou roared for a while, and finally sat on the ground weakly, looking gray. She murmured, "I killed him, I killed him..."

She was guilty and guilty, angry and powerless, and she talked to herself blankly, her eyes were empty, and she burst into tears after a while.

There was a cool foreign object on his face suddenly. Lin Fangzhou withdrew his gaze and saw the child squatting in front of her, raising his hand to wipe her tears. His hands were very cold and soft, small, slow, and stubbornly wiped on her face.

Lin Fangzhou looked at him steadily, looked at his beautiful, clean, innocent eyes and said coldly: "Who are you?"

...

Lin Fangzhou took a wintering quilt to the pawnshop and exchanged it for 200 cents. Her quilt had been used for only two years and didn't even have a patch. The pawnshop's servant looked disgusted and only gave her two hundred cents, and she was not good at it.

Two hundred is about two hundred. It’s just summer and winter is still early, so she can slowly redeem it.

Taking the money, Lin Fangzhou went to Chen Butuhu's house first and left 180 ounces, "Brother Chen, my little intention, buy Wei Guaizi a better coffin."

Chen Butcher Chen was so shocked by the money that his eyes were straightened, "Is this true? It's not a forgery, right? That's the one who wants to be beheaded! Don't you harm me."

"It's true. If it's false, I'll teach me that I won't take it forever."

In the eyes of men, "not lifting for life" is a more vicious oath than a dismemberment of five horses. How could they know that Lin Fangzhou would never lift it up in this life, regardless of whether he violated the oath or not.

Butcher Chen collected the money, but was still a little confused: "Why did you suddenly feel kind-hearted? This is not like you."

Lin Fangzhou waved his hand casually and replied: "I'm so angry recently. I think it's because I have suffered a loss in my good deeds. Why not take this opportunity to do some good deeds to help me get my money back."

Chen Butuhuo rolled his eyes wide: "You will die in the casino sooner or later."

Lin Fangzhou smiled: "If I really die in the casino, I have to bother Brother Chen to help me collect money and pay the funeral."

"Get out of here! If you really die, I will celebrate the firecrackers for two days and two nights!"

...

The yamen quickly finished the examination of the corpse and asked the butcher Chen to take Wei Guaizi's body away. The yamen has always been lazy in doing things, and this time it is so efficient that Lin Fangzhou feels strange.

Wei Guaizi's death made her feel a little bit full of soldiers.

Lin Fangzhou was really planning to make banners and throw basins for Wei Guaizi. Their lives were broken, and it would be no big deal for her to be his son. But she thought about it again and said that if she did it so obviously, wouldn’t she have to lose her life if she was noticed?

Amitabha, it’s better to die one than to die two... Wei Guaizi, Wei Guaizi, there are injustice and debts, if you really want to take revenge, go find that little fool... I will burn more paper money for you, and have fun in the underworld, don’t worry about going home...

In the evening, Lin Fangzhou returned to the city from the cemetery and saw someone selling steamed buns with a load in the city gate: "The steamed buns, the fragrant mutton steamed buns..."

Lin Fangzhou sniffed and asked, "How many people can I write that steamed bun?"

"One three."

She walked over and looked at the load, with only three steamed buns left in the load. Lin Fangzhou said, "I bought all of them, you can take a little cheaper for me."

"Dalang, I'm a small business, so be considerate."

"Then forget it."

Lin Fangzhou turned around and was about to leave, but the vendor selling steamed buns suddenly called her. He took out a bag of oil paper and said, "Da Lang, wait. A steamed bun fell on the ground, which was covered with dust, and did not dare to dirty the customer's mouth. I wanted to take it home and eat it myself. If Da Lang didn't dislike it, this one would be considered a blessing, okay?"

Lin Fangzhou was secretly happy, but his face was still motionless. He nodded reservedly: "Forget it, although I can't eat it, it's better to take it home and feed the dog."

The vendor happily wrapped the other three steamed buns, giving her two oil paper bags. Lin Fangzhou held the mutton steamed buns full of her arms, and her body was filled with warm happiness. When he passed by the old woman selling cooked cakes, he saw the old woman looking at her with eyes. She took out a copper plate and took a photo: "Repay the money!"

The steamed buns that fell on the ground were only a little dust, and they could still be eaten by tearing off the skin. Lin Fangzhou ate them while peeling them, and ate them into roasted sweet potatoes.

When I got home, I had just finished eating a steamed bun. I was in a good mood, but when I saw the little fool sitting by the bed, Lin Fangzhou immediately pulled down his face.

"Why are you not dead yet?" she said.

It would be great if he hadn't woken up. She dug a hole and buried him without knowing it. It was better than being scared now, fearing that one day when I woke up, I found myself hanging on the beam...

The little fool didn't say anything, staring at the greasy paper bag in her hand.

Lin Fangzhou took out a steamed bun to tease him: "Do you eat it? Do you eat it?"

He thought he would pounce on him like a pug, but he was sitting on the ground. Even though his eyes were full of desire, he had no movement. He sat in a straight and elegant manner. Even if he stayed on that broken bed, he gave people the illusion of extraordinary demeanor.

Like a child of a noble family.

Lin Fangzhou suddenly felt bored and threw the steamed bun into his arms: "I appreciate you."

He grabbed the steamed bun and started eating. Because he was too hungry, he ate a little fast.

Lin Fangzhou also sat cross-legged by the bed, looked at him, and suddenly said, "I know who you are."

He did not respond to him, but just buried his head in eating steamed buns.

"When I go back to the city tonight," Lin Fangzhou said to himself, "I saw a few strange-looking people at the gate of the city, and they looked fierce. I think they should be the ones who captured you. Even I can find them, and the government can definitely find them. However, the government let them go, and did not bombard them, or even interrogate them... Is it strange? The only explanation is that they are in the same group as the government. The government wants to capture you secretly or even kill you. And you appeared in Yongzhou in armor without any garrison, so you are-" Her eyes suddenly sink, "Rebel."

He suddenly raised his head, staring at her with pure black and clean eyes.

"What, I'm right?" Lin Fangzhou was a little proud.

He still didn't say anything, raised his hand and gently touched the oil paper bag, and took another steamed bun.
Chapter completed!