Spring scenery in the fields

Chapter 150 Shen Hubiao is dead

Catching up with the person in front: "Brother Shen, I'll go with you."

Shen Rongshan hesitated for a moment: "Let's go, stay behind me, don't get close to him."

"it is good."

The two came to Shen Dadong's house.

He called out, "Uncle Dong, are you home?"

No one in the room responded.

Ji Wenhe clenched his fists nervously, looking towards the kitchen and the woodshed, and was on guard, afraid that someone would suddenly jump out from somewhere and stab them with a knife.

"Uncle Dong, I'm coming in."

Shen Rongshan walked to the bedroom door and saw him sitting on the edge of the bed with a dull look in his eyes.

"Uncle Dong."

Shen Dadong seemed to have just reacted and rolled his eyes: "Rongshan is here."

After replying, he returned to his previous state.

Ji Wenhe walked up to him: "Uncle Dong."

Overnight, the person looked ten years older and lifeless.

Shen Rongshan walked into the house: "Uncle Dong, let's have some food."

He doesn't speak.

After waiting for a few breaths, he spoke slowly: "Uncle Dong, whether you believe it or not, we can't go to the town to sue the officials."

"I know." Shen Dadong came back to his senses and looked at him quietly, "If you wanted to sue the authorities, you wouldn't have waited until now."

"It's not like you can't beat him. If you wanted to kill him, you would have done it a long time ago. You also have ways to prevent people from finding out that it was you who did it. Uncle knows that you can't sue the authorities."

In fact, he already had doubts in his mind.

If his son is captured, who will benefit? It’s easy to guess who it is.

The night before his son was arrested, he said that there was a dark shadow wandering around not far from their home. The next day, the government sent people to arrest him.

He didn't take it to heart at the time. If he had, he would have let him leave the village, and his only son wouldn't have died.

"Rongshan, uncle has a favor to ask of you."

"Uncle, tell me."

"When my son is executed, please inform me. Thank you very much."

"it is good."

He waved his hand weakly: "Go back."

Before leaving, Shen Rongshan advised: "Uncle, have some food."

He said nothing and returned to the way he was before entering the room.

When Ji Wenhe walked out, he looked back and his profile revealed a sense of determination.

As soon as they left Shen Dadong's house and walked to the foot of the mountain, they saw Li Tianba entering the village alone and heading straight for the headman's house.

"Brother Shen, has the verdict been announced?"

"I don't know." Shen Rongshan thought for a moment, "Wen He, you go home first, I'll go to the headman's house to ask."

"Okay, go ahead."

She didn't go home, but waited at the foot of the mountain.

After a long time, he came out of the headman's house and walked towards Shen Dadong's house. His face was heavy and it seemed that the verdict had been made.

Ji Wenhe trotted over and didn't ask any questions. He just shook his head and looked at Shen Dadong's house with worry.

She followed him in and stood at the door.

Shen Rongshan pursed his lips and said after a while: "Uncle Dong, take care of yourself, he..."

When the person on the bed saw his expression, he already knew the result, but he still held on to hope.

"What happened to my son? Is he innocent, or did he serve a few years in prison?"

He closed his eyes and said, "Uncle Dong, he...has been beheaded in public."

With a thump, Shen Dadong fell off the bed, and Shen Rongshan hurried over to help him up.

"died?"

He still couldn't believe it and asked again.

"My son was beheaded?"

Li Tianba said it himself, he saw it with his own eyes, and now he came to tell him.

"Yes."

Shen Dadong suddenly lost his strength, his eyes lost their luster, and everything was dead silent.

Ji Wenhe held onto the door frame, not knowing how to start the conversation.

She thought he would be executed in the autumn, but she didn't expect it to happen so soon. He was caught yesterday and beheaded today.

Shen Rongshan helped the man lie down on the bed. After the villagers found out, several uncles and aunts came to see him.

She stepped aside to let them in.

"Dadong, the dead cannot be resurrected, you have to be more open-minded." It was Shen Ligen who spoke.

The people who followed echoed and offered comfort.

But now comfort is useless, Shen Dadong won't listen to anything.

Shen Rongshan walked out of the house and saw Shen Zhong coming over. He had a sad look on his face and it seemed that this matter had nothing to do with him.

Shen Dadong, who had been lying motionless on the bed, slowly sat up and stared at him expressionlessly when he heard Shen Zhong's voice.

There is clearly no emotion, but it makes people feel creepy.

"Dadong, this is a capital crime, you can't escape it, you should think positively and eat well."

Shen Zhong was stared at by him, and his heart was beating fast. He thought: Did he know that it was me who did it? It shouldn't be possible. He didn't hang around nearby, and if he was discovered, no one would guess that it was me.

Ji Wenhe looked inside the house, she had a hunch that Shen Dadong had already guessed that the matter was related to Shen Zhong.

And Shen Zhong didn't dare to look directly at him, with evasive eyes. This matter was most likely related to him.

The people in the room gave some more advice.

Shen Dadong was silent for a while, then suddenly spoke in a calm tone: "Village head, you have found a good grandson-in-law. Life at home is getting better and better."

His tone was filled with reluctance, a strong sense of reluctance.

"It's nonsense. What's the point of saying this? I think you are confused."

Shen Zhong was panicking inside, but he looked calm.

"Now that Hu Biao is gone, you should be more open-minded. We are all from the same village. If there is any problem, everyone will come to help."

After thinking for a while, he said, "Don't talk nonsense. Take care of the children's affairs. You all should get busy. There is a lot of work to do in the fields."

After these words were spoken, the people in the room left Shen Dadong's house one after another.

When Shen Zhong left, he looked at him deeply and said, "Dadong, Hu Biao's affair has long been exposed. It is only a matter of time before he is caught. If you had disciplined him well on weekdays, he would not have gone down this path."

"In the final analysis, it's because you didn't teach the child well and harmed the child. You can't blame others. If there is any fault, it's your fault for harming such a good child like Hu Biao."

"It's me, it's my fault, I hurt him!"

Shen Dadong held his head and kept repeating these words.

Ji Wenhe pulled Shen Rongshan's sleeve and said, "Brother Shen, what should we do?"

He lowered his head, was silent for a moment, and sighed: "Go home."

Shen Hubiao is dead and he can't help with anything.

On the second day, at daybreak, every household was planting rice in the fields.

We all got up early while it was still cool in the morning and the sun was not out.

Ji Wenhe rolled up his trouser legs, put on a straw hat, rolled up his sleeves, held a handful of seedlings in one hand and planted them with the other.

Look up from time to time to see if it is crooked.

Shen Rongshan was very fast. They went down together, and he was already in the second row, while she was only halfway there.

Transplanting rice seedlings is the most tiring farm work. You have to bend over and cannot sit down. Your feet must be soaked in water and your head is exposed to the sun.

After a while, Ji Wenhe felt his waist ache.

Looking at the fields in the south, they were moving very fast, and at a glance, the seedlings were neatly planted.