I have been tinkering with the two wooden boards on the squatting pit. Mainly watering them, and the soup left over from my usual meals. Although I have never been to junior high school, the teacher who came to the village to teach in elementary school taught chemistry several times.

Lesson. I know that salt and sugar have a corrosive effect on many things, and those two pedals will have problems sooner or later.

One night in the middle of the night, the madman got up to take a pee, and the pedal broke. He fell into the pit and kept flopping. I heard it clearly in bed and didn't dare to laugh. I had to stuff my mouth with a quilt and wait until dawn.

When I was a child, I heard an old man say that if you fall in a manure pit, you must not panic, let alone flop around randomly. You must hold your breath, move to the side little by little, keep your body upward, and do not let your nostrils be blocked, and then call for help or ask for help.

Help pull it out.

I dug the cesspit very deep, and the bottom was full of dirty water. Just thinking about it, I knew that the madman fell down and floated up again. The top layer of excrement was directly stuck on his face. He poured it into his mouth as soon as he shouted... That night he

It didn't make much noise. Anyway, I didn't hear him calling for help from the beginning to the end. The old couple lived far apart in the front room. When they woke up in the morning, their stupid, lazy and lustful son was already there.

The whole body was swollen from being soaked in the manure pit, like a pig blowing up after being slaughtered.

The old couple cried and shouted that something like a dead person must be reported to the police. The police from the police station came and were investigating the scene. The old couple cried and cursed that I was the murderer, but I had an alibi, and the footprints and other things proved that there was only one person at the time.

The madman alone... In the end, the case was classified as "accidental death."

The old couple may have thought about it, so they didn't continue to scold me.

The next year, they found a man and asked me to marry him.

The man was from another village, seventeen years older than me. He was ugly... I didn't agree with it at the time, so the old couple closed the door and beat me, threatening me, saying they knew that the lunatic's death was related to me.

If they refused to get married, they would go to the police station to explain the situation to the police. I was frightened by them and had to agree.

Later I found out that the man was an orphan. His family used to be poor, so he went to work outside and earned some money. However, he was ugly and had two tumors on his face. As he got older, no girl was willing to marry him.

.The old couple had no good intentions from the beginning. They didn’t want me to live a good life. They wanted to send me to prison, but they also wanted to make money from me, so they asked for a bride price of 30,000 yuan, treating me as a

The daughter got married.

My husband is very kind to me.

Maybe because I am younger than him, he loves me very much. Although he gave me a lot of gifts, he has always been very kind to me. After being married for more than half a year, I have experienced what happiness is for the first time.

It doesn't matter if a person is ugly? As long as he has a good heart, that's fine.

Anyway, my parents are dead, and I have hope as I live day by day. When Rong Kai came back during the vacation, he told me privately: This man is pretty good, and he deserves to be called "brother-in-law."

I am pregnant.

It's funny to say that I have been with a madman for so many years, but my belly has never moved. He and his parents call me a "hen that doesn't lay eggs" all the time. After all, it's their own son's problem.

Zhang Fuxiang, this is my husband’s name.

He is an honest man and said that he must take me back to my parents' home to tell my adoptive parents about the pregnancy.

My husband and I hid it very well. People in the village still don’t know the true relationship between me and the madman, thinking that we are brothers and sisters who are not related by blood.

I didn’t want to go back at first, that place made me feel sick. But after thinking about it carefully, I agreed. For a woman, pregnancy is the top priority in life, especially since they have been using this as an excuse to beat and scold me for so many years.

, I have to let them know it's not my fault.

I got my wish. Looking at the twisted faces of my adoptive parents, I felt proud and wanted to find a place where no one was and had a laugh.

I'm too happy too early.

The next day, my adoptive father said he was going up the mountain to collect mushrooms and asked my husband to go with him.

(For information on wild mushrooms in Yunnan, book friends can use Baidu.)

To pick mushrooms, you have to get up very early and go up the mountain before dawn. Only when the sun comes out can you find the freshest wild mushrooms in pine hair nests and mountain caves.

(Note: In pine hair nests, fallen leaves of coniferous pine accumulate under the trees, covering the soil and retaining moisture. In summer, the temperature rises, making it humid and hot, creating an environment suitable for the growth of wild fungi.)

At noon, my adoptive father came back alone. He hurriedly called a few people and said that my husband slipped and fell down the mountain.

When I heard the news, I fainted.

They found my husband's body under the ditch.

The people from the police station came again. People died one after another in the village, and the police took it seriously. They took my adoptive father and walked along the previous route until they reached the cliff of the back mountain.

There is a pine hair nest there, and several green-headed fungi emerge from there. A very narrow dirt road leads there. Dense weeds on both sides cover the gaps in the cliff, and the fallen leaves accumulated on the surface all year round make it difficult to walk if you are not careful.

It will be empty-footed.

There were no signs of fighting on my husband's body, only the wounds caused by falling on rocks in the ditch. He fell from a cliff more than 200 meters high, and his head cracked open when it hit the rocks, revealing his white brains and eyes.

The bird flew more than ten meters away, was blocked by a few rocks, and soaked in the stream. When it was fished out, it was already round and white.

The result of the investigation was "accidental fall".

I know this was done by the adoptive parents, but I have no proof.

When I was in the fourth grade of elementary school, the police from the police station gave us a legal lesson. I didn’t understand it well at the time. Later, I asked some very naive questions to the teacher who came to teach. One of the questions was: "All bad people are

Can you be caught by the police uncle?"

The teacher who came from the city to teach was very serious. She checked some information and told me: The detection rate of murder cases is about 75%. This is the highest among all types of cases. The detection rate of property cases is the lowest.

, less than 20%.

Probably because I was forced to drop out of school, I remember things in elementary school very clearly. That night, I thought about it over and over again and figured out the whole thing.

Ever since the madman died, my adoptive parents had never planned to let me go.

They didn't dare to be too obvious, and they didn't rush to take action. As the saying goes, "Before you lie, you must tell a few truths." They were the same. If they wanted to kill me, they would treat me well first.

Although I had no good intentions in finding a husband for me, I got married after all. I also went back to my parents’ home several times after my marriage, and everything seemed normal to the people in the village.

The pine nest on the edge of the cliff on the back mountain was the location chosen by my adoptive father. The road is very remote and rarely used by people. "Gathering mushrooms" is a good excuse. People in the mountains know how to "raise nests".

Just go to the place where you picked up the fungus before, don't dig out all the roots of the fungus, and leave a small part to grow. After a while, it will continue to grow.

That old bastard must have taken my husband up the mountain, deliberately taking him to the edge of the cliff, pretending to have discovered fungi, and showing him the nest of green-headed fungi that had just emerged. My husband had no doubts and walked onto the path.

The old bastard pushed hard from behind...

This is just part of the calculation of the old couple - after my husband died, I could only go home. He was the only one on my husband's side. Although the inheritance was not much, it was still a sum of money. According to the law, it belongs to me, and

I am their daughter, and everything becomes theirs.

My life is like a money tree.

They would also let me marry a second time or a third time.

After thinking about all this, I decided to run away.

But I can't leave like this, I want to avenge my husband.

The two old bastards kept urging me to abort the child, but I refused to comply. Every time they threatened me, I would shout loudly that they had no share in the inheritance left by my husband. This made them afraid, and later they stopped

mentioned.

At that time, I had sold my husband's house and handed over the land to the village in exchange for a sum of money. In order to prevent those two old bastards from playing tricks, I sent most of the money to my brother who was studying abroad, leaving only a small amount.

part.

The old couple likes to drink, so I use the money to buy it for them.

I know that drinking alcohol is bad for your health, especially for the elderly.

When my daughter was born, I took her with her since she was a child and never dared to leave her for a moment. That was it until she was three years old.

I didn't go out during that time, with the excuse that I wanted to stay at home to take care of the children and do farm work. I gave them money and let them buy wine. The old couple would buy more than ten kilograms each time, and they would fry peanuts if they had nothing to do.

Just stir-fry anything and drink it all day long.

I found a small notebook and wrote down the time each time they bought wine.

I saw my neighbor buying a bottle of wine from them.

At that time, I wanted to stop him, but I was afraid of arousing suspicion, so I had to go to my neighbor's house frequently after he bought wine. He put the bottle of wine on the cabinet and drank two glasses of it every day. I counted the days and used the excuse of "borrowing food".

, bought two bottles of sake from the town and gave them to neighbors.

Every household in the village has their own land. My leeks have grown long. If you want to eat them, come over and cut some. My cucumbers and beans are on the shed. If you like them, come over and pick some. This is called "borrowing vegetables". As long as the quantity is not too large, it is fine.

question.

Courtesy reciprocates, you lend me food, I give you wine, no one can fault it.

I calculated the time to deliver the wine, and it happened that my neighbor had finished drinking the wine he bought from my adoptive father. He was a little embarrassed and kept refusing, so I opened the lid of one of the bottles of wine in front of him and said, "

The wine is already open, it’s a waste if you don’t want it.”

This is the reason I have thought about for a long time.

I sat at his house for a while and quietly stole the empty wine bottle while he was not paying attention.

Counting the days, after a while, the neighbor almost drank more than a bottle of wine.

That night, I got up in the middle of the night, took out the industrial alcohol that I had prepared long ago from under the bed, and mixed it into the big jar that my husband and wife used to store wine.

For more than a month before, I had been drinking it on and off, but the quantity was not large. I wanted to see how they would react after drinking it.
Chapter completed!