Chapter 258
Wrapped in Grandma’s jacket, Xiaotaohong came here with one foot in front of the other.
Now that the business is not doing well, Grandma has already planned to go back to her hometown, the sisters are packing up their things, but she wants to make some more money to bring back home, her brother still needs to get married, so it’s not good for the family not to save up a little bit of money.
Grandma was her god-aunt. There were only four girls in her family, all from the same village, who were given to her by their parents so that she could bring them out to earn money.
Grandma rented a courtyard, and because there were so few girls and the place was so remote, there weren’t many customers. Thanks to Mr. Yang’s writing for them, they became famous and had many customers.
Little Peach Blossom is Mr. Yang changed her name, and even praised her in the newspaper, and then came to see her customers extraordinarily.
Little Peach Blossom was grateful to Mr. Yang from the bottom of her heart, and during that time she took home a lot of money, which made both her father and mother very happy.
She came a few times, but Mr. Yang had an accident and was never home. She thought, today she came back to take a look, if she could meet Mr. Yang, it would be good, she begged Mr. Yang, asked him to help her write an article, published in the newspaper, Mr. Yang’s heart is good, will certainly agree.
If she can’t, then she can only forget about it.
Xiaotaohong sighed and stood outside the door of Mr. Yang’s house, looking in.
The door was broken and hung crookedly on the wall.
She stood on her tiptoes to look in, stretched her head to see, but she couldn’t see anything.
She then took two steps inside, and two more, and stood in front of the steps to the inner room.
Huh? Why was there a bucket there? And a ladle on the table?
“Mr. Yang? Are you back?”
Little Peach Blossom bravely whispered, slowly walking inside.
“Mr. Yang?”
There was nothing over here.
“Mr. Yang?”
Nothing on this side either.
“Mr. Yang?”
There was someone on the bed in the inner room!
Xiaotao Hong was overjoyed and went in gently.
The shrunken man on the bed was indeed Mr. Yang.
Although he was much thinner and had a messy beard, it was indeed Mr. Yang.
Mr. Yang looked so pitiful.
Little Peach Red looked around, withdrew, and barely boiled a bowl of hot water with wood in the stove before bringing it in.
“Mr. Yang, have a sip of hot water.” She whispered, going up to gently push him.
As soon as she pushed, she was shocked.
The bowl fell from her hands and hit the floor.
With her mouth open, she didn’t dare to scream and ran all the way back home.
Grandmother was standing at the door watching, once she saw her rushing back, she was so angry that she twisted her ear and pulled her back to the house: “What are you running blindly for? Ask someone to abduct you!”
Xiaotaohong then found her tongue, squatting on the floor of the house and screaming, “Mr. Yang …… I went to look for Mr. Yang …… Mr. Yang is dead! There are dead people in the house!”
“Who? Which poor man?” Grandma asked.
A sister came over and said, “Is it the Mr. Yang who wrote articles for us for the newspaper? Little Peach Blossom loved to talk about him. Is he dead? Wasn’t he arrested? Has he been released?”
Little Peach Blossom shivered vigorously, unable to ask anything.
Still, Grandmother brought the biggest girl in the family over, found the door of Yang’s house, went in and saw that the man was indeed dead.
The two hurriedly avoided going out.
“What about this?” Grandmother said, “Leave him alone?”
The girl sighed, “Mr. Yang is also a poor man, at least he was kind to us. It’s not good to leave him alone.”
Grandma Mamma: “Then how should we take care of him?”
Girl: “If we leave it in the house, it will stink and attract rats and cockroaches, so it’s not appropriate for Mr. Yang to die like this.”
Grandma-mom: “But we have no place to bury him.”
The two of them thought about it for a while, and Grandma Mamma said, “Otherwise, I’ll get someone to roll him up in a mat and drag him out onto the street. Now the police station patrols every day, and I heard that when they come across people who are dead, they will take them away and bury them, so it’s a kind of peace in the ground.”
Girl: “That’s fine. Then I’ll pack another pair of Mr. Yang’s clothes, and when I go back to my hometown I’ll barely set up a grave for him, which is only thirty or fifty dollars.”
Grandma: “Oh, you are so generous.”
Girl: “Alas, at least the article he wrote saved my life, otherwise my father would have sold me to that fool for a wife. I took the money back so he wouldn’t sell me.”
Momma: “Your father is dead now too, so don’t say anything bad about him when people die. Just as you wish, I’ll go find someone and you go pack up his things.”
Grandmother returned home, looked for neighbors and borrowed two young men, rolled up Yang Xuhe’s corpse in a mat, and threw it into the street during the night. Two days later, she took the girls home to her hometown and passed by there again without the corpse.
Grandma pointed to the vacant lot and said, “This is where you put it, pay your respects. Think of it as worshipping Mr. Yang.”
The four girls all paid serious obeisance to that place, Xiaotaohong cried pitifully and even kneeled down and kowtowed, and was helped up by the sisters, a line of several people, gradually walking away.