Everyone is familiar with Jin's gesture, she's asking about Fu'er's well-being.

How should I tell Jin?

All three were at a loss, they couldn't bear to see Jin's painful expression.

On their way back, the three of them had actually discussed it. Yang Huazhong suggested they not let Jin Shi know and that they should find a place to secretly bury Fu'er, then just make up an excuse if she asked about her, saying she was sent elsewhere for treatment.

It's simply impossible to keep this up any longer. I have to bring Jin-shi to Fu'er's grave again. By then, some time will have passed, and perhaps Jin-shi will be a little better.

But Yang Huazhong's suggestion was immediately rejected by Yang Huaming.

In Yang Huaming's view, people like Jin Shi, who are deaf and mute, have always lived in their own silent world. Because they rarely communicate with others, their ways of expressing their emotions are also different.

Even, there is nowhere to vent.

The more she couldn't find Fu'er, the more Jin Shi's heart would hang, until finally, she might drag out a heart ailment.

Besides, sending Fuer to another place for treatment, no one from the family went with her. Even Jin Shi, who was foolish, would realize something was wrong.

Besides, the fact that Fu'er died young would inevitably come to light.

"Third Brother, prolonged suffering is worse than sudden pain. It's better to let your sister-in-law know now!" Yang Huaming said in a low voice.

Yang Huazhong nodded, turned away, and couldn't bear to look at Jin's reaction.

Yang Yongqing jumped out of the carriage and came over to lift the curtain of the compartment, making a gesture to Jin.

Jin quickly ran to the carriage and peered halfway inside.

Suddenly, the carriage fell silent. Jin hunched her back, motionless.

The three people under the car were taken aback, a little surprised.

At this moment, the carriage suddenly lurched violently. Jin's whole body was thrown forward, collapsing into the carriage and clutching Fu'er's corpse, wailing loudly. She cried and rammed her head against the inner wall of the carriage, causing tremors within.

Even the two draft horses pulling the carriage couldn't stand still, swishing their tails and kicking up dirt on the ground.

Yang Huazhong hurriedly went over to soothe the horse, while Yang Huaming and Yang Yongqing comforted Jin.

As it turned out, Yang Huaming's worries were justified. People like Jin Shi, usually gentle and kind, would become dazed and listless during the two months when the rape blossoms were in full bloom each year.

But when she this time touched sadness and it flared up, it was truly earth-shattering, like the heavens collapsing and mountains splitting.

This strength, relying on just Yang Huaming and Yang Yongqing alone was quite difficult to restrain. As for Yang Huazhong, he had to soothe the horse, otherwise if it was startled and ran around, things would get even more troublesome.

Luckily, it was quiet in the dead of night. The sounds on the road quickly spread to both houses on either side.

In a short while, lights began to flicker in the houses on both sides of the road. Lao Sun Tou, Xiao Jie's father, Da Sun Shi, and Sun Shi all came out.

The blacksmith came here... with a lantern and wearing his coat.

Everyone quickly figured out what had happened and their moods turned heavy. They all came over to comfort Mrs. Kim.

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But the problem was, no matter how many people consoled him, no matter how many voices or words there were, Jin simply couldn't hear any of them.

It was night again, pitch black all around. The only light came from the few torches they held in their hands, swaying back and forth.

Reassurance was ineffective, and there was no way to pull Fuer from Jin's embrace until finally, Jin fainted directly. Only then were the two separated.

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“I think my sister-in-law’s situation is not good. We should bury Fu'er tonight as soon as possible!” Yang Huaming proposed with a gloomy face.

Otherwise, when Jin wakes up, he'll be left holding Fu'er's body and refusing to let go. What then?

Having witnessed Jin's stubbornness and madness, Yang Huazhong didn't dare to utter a word of dissent this time. He immediately nodded in agreement.

Yang Yongqing said, "I'll go to the old house right now and get all of Fu'er's clothes, shoes, and socks. I'll burn them all together later."

Xiao Jie's father and Lu Tiejiang also hurried home to fetch their hoes and shovels. Yang Huazhong then told Sun shi to prepare some incense paper and offerings, etc. A group of them, feeling their way through the darkness, took Fu'er to a spot near the broken kiln in the willow grove and buried her there.

Under this ground, almost all the buried are the children who died from villages within ten miles.

It's a heartbroken place.

When everyone was done, no one wanted to stay there any longer. They hurried back to the village before dawn.

The news of Fu'er spread throughout Changping Village shortly after daybreak.

This has nothing to do with Lao Yang's family, no one revealed even a word about it, it's purely speculation from the villagers.

They had witnessed with their own eyes the horrifying state of Fu'er after being bitten, and also saw Yang Huaming throw Fei Fei into the pond, drowning her in a fit of rage. They had even seen Yang Huaming and Yang Yongqing take the worsening Fu'er to an outside clinic...

These days, everyone has been idle and bored, and they've been talking about this thing nonstop.

Today, I saw Yang Huaming and his nephew Yang Yongqing return to the village, but I didn't see Fu’er.

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And then, there was the rumor that Jin had fallen ill. The faces of the elderly Yang family members were all grim, and everyone in the village now knew what had happened.

Poor little Fu'er... she's gone!

"Oh, this child is so unlucky. How could he be bitten to death by a dog? Such a short life!"

“The child’s biological mother, Qian Shi, had done too much evil in her lifetime. It is said that she was a former brothel madam who married Yang Hua Lin, the second son of the Yang family. She even used such underhanded means to treat Lan, stealing the sons of Qing'er and Tang Ya zi. Such a vicious woman was killed by Yang Hua Lin himself. This retribution hasn't stopped yet, naturally falling on her son. Therefore, it is said that Fu Er was harmed by his biological mother, Qian Shi!”

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“If you ask me, it's the Jin family who are truly pitiful,” another villager said.

"This deaf-mute man from the Gold family is actually a good person. Back when Old Yang's whole family didn't want Fulu, it was she who raised him, treating him just like her own son."

"We finally managed to raise him to his teens. I thought if we just endured a few more years, our child would grow up. But now this has happened, leaving the white-haired ones to mourn for the black-haired ones. How can we possibly go on?"

"Hey, no matter how hard things get, you'll make it through. Haven't you seen Old Yang's couple? Their two sons, one grandson, and two great-grandchildren all walk ahead of them, don't they just make it through? They even become more energetic as they go on. Old Yang's family, that's the spirit..."

“You little bastard, keep your voice down! If anyone from the Third House hears you, you're finished!”

Someone reminded him of the villager earlier.

"One shouldn't condemn the entire family just because of a few bad apples. The Lao Yang family still has several good sons and daughters. The third and fifth sons are truly outstanding men. Qing’er, Da'an, Xiao'an, each one is promising. And don't forget Yang Yongjin and Yongzhi, they are not bad either!"

“Yes, yes, yes, the third house of the Lao Yang family is the best, the most fortunate. This is because the two people in the third house are honest and trustworthy, so their good fortune is passed down to their descendants...”

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