I kept trying to deal with the two wooden boards on the squat pit. The main thing was to water it on it, and the soup left over from my meal. Although I had never been to junior high school, the teacher who came to the village to teach in elementary school taught several chemistry classes. I knew that salt and sugar would have corrosive effects on many things, and those two pedals would have problems sooner or later.

One day, in the middle of the night, the madman got up in the middle of the night to poop, and the pedal broke. He fell into the cesspool and kept fluttering. I heard it clearly on the bed and didn't dare to laugh, so I could only use the quilt to stuff my mouth and wait until dawn.

When I was a child, I heard from the old man that you must not panic when you fall into a cesspool, and you must not slap it around. You have to hold your breath and move it little by little to the edge, keep your body upward, and not let your nostrils be blocked, and then you will call for help and ask someone to pull it out.

I dug the cesspool very deeply, and the bottom was covered with dirty water. Just thinking about it, I knew that the madman fell down and floated up again. The layer of feces on his face were directly stuck on his face. He opened his mouth and poured it into his mouth... He didn't make much noise that night, but I didn't hear him shouting for help from beginning to end. The husband and mother lived in the front room, far apart. When they woke up in the morning, their stupid, lazy and lustful son had been soaked in the cesspool, like a pig that was blown up after being slaughtered.

The old couple cried and shouted, "I must call the police for such things as dead people." The police from the police station came and were investigating the scene. The old couple cried and scolded and said that I was the murderer, but I had a proof of the absence, and footprints, and other things proved that there was only a madman at that time... In the end, the case was classified as "accidental death."

The husband and mother might have been excited and didn't continue to scold me.

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

The man was from a village outside, and he was seventeen years older than me. He looked ugly... I disagreed at the time, so the old couple closed the door and beat me, threatening me, saying that they knew that the death of a madman was related to me. If they refused to get married, they would go to the police station to explain the situation. I was scared and cheated by them, so I had to agree.

Later I found out that the man was an orphan. His family was poor before, so he went out to work and earned some money, but he looked ugly and had two tumors on his face. When he was old, no girl was willing to marry him. The old couple had no kindness from the beginning. They deliberately didn't want me to live a good life and wanted to send me to prison, but they wanted to make money from me, so they asked someone for a bride price of 30,000 yuan and married me as their daughter.

My husband is very nice to me.

Maybe it was because I was younger than him that he loved me very much. Although he gave me a lot of bride gifts, he has always treated me very well. It has been more than half a year since I got married, and I have experienced the first time I have experienced what happiness is.

So what if a person looks ugly? As long as he is good-minded, it's fine.

Anyway, my parents are dead, and life is full of hope. When Rong Kai comes back during the holiday, he told me privately: This man is good and he is qualified to call him "brother-in-law".

I am pregnant.

It sounds funny. I have been with the madman for so many years, but my belly has not been moved. He and his parents have been calling me a "heen that cannot lay eggs". After all, it is still their own son's problem.

Zhang Fuxiang, this is my husband's name.

He was an honest man and said he had to take me back to his parents' home and tell his adoptive parents about his pregnancy.

My husband and mother hide very well. The villagers still don’t know the true relationship between me and the madman until now, and think that we are brothers and sisters who are not related by blood.

I didn't want to go back at first, and that place made me feel disgusted. But when I thought about it carefully, I still agreed. For a woman, pregnancy is the top priority in life, especially for so many years, they have been using this as an excuse to beat me up and scold me, and I have to let them know that it is not my fault.

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

I was too happy too early.

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

(About Yunnan wild mushrooms, book friends can use Baidu on their own.)

You must get up very early to pick up mushrooms and go up the mountain before dawn. You can only find the freshest wild mushrooms in the pine hair nest and mountain forests when the sun comes out.

(Note: Pine hair nest, pinched pine leaves accumulate under the tree, covering the soil to moisturize, the temperature rises in summer, and it is humid and stuffy, forming an environment suitable for the growth of wild bacteria.)

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

I fainted when I heard the news.

They found my husband's body under the grave.

The police station came again. People died in the village and the police attached great importance to it. They took my adoptive father and walked along the previous route until the cliff in the back mountain.

There is a pine-haired nest, and a few green-headed bacteria emerge from there. A very narrow dirt road leads there. The dense weeds on both sides cover the gaps in the cliffs. In addition, the fallen leaves that have accumulated on the surface all year round, you will step on the air if you are not careful.

My husband had no signs of fighting, only the wounds formed by falling rocks in the ditch. He fell from a cliff more than 200 meters high, his head cracked on the stone, revealing his white brain, his eyes flew more than ten meters away, blocked by several stones, soaked in the stream, and when he was fished out, he was round and white.

The investigation result was "accidental fall and death".

I know this was done by my adoptive parents, but I have no evidence.

When I was in the fourth grade of elementary school, the police officers from the police station gave us a legal department. I didn’t understand it very much at the time, and later I asked some very naive questions to the teachers who came to teach. One of the questions was: “Can all bad people be caught by the police uncle?”

The teacher who came to teach from the city was very serious. She checked some information and told me that the rate of murder case detection is about 75%. This is the highest among all cases. The rate of investigation of property cases is the lowest, less than 20%.

Perhaps because I was forced to drop out of school, I remembered very clearly what happened in elementary school. That night, I thought about it and thought about the whole thing clearly.

Since the madman died, his adoptive parents have never planned to let me go.

They didn't dare to do it too obviously, and they didn't rush to start. How did they say that sentence, "Before lying, you must tell a few truths first." They were the same. If they wanted to kill me, they would be nice to me first. Although they didn't have the intention to find a husband for me, I got married after all. After marriage, I went back to my parents' home several times, and everything seemed normal to the villagers.

The pine-haired nest on the edge of the cliff on the back mountain was a location that my adoptive father had already chosen. The road was very remote and few people walked. "Picking up mushrooms" is a good excuse. People in the mountains know how to "raising nests", which means that when you pick up mushrooms in the past, you don't dig up all the roots of the mushrooms, and leave a small part to raise them. It will continue to grow after a while.

The old bastard must have taken my husband up the mountain and deliberately took him to the edge of the cliff. He pretended to have found bacteria and pointed him out the nest of green-headed bacteria that had just been emitted. My husband had no doubts and walked on the path. The old bastard pushed hard behind him...

This is just part of the plot between the husband and mother. When my husband dies, I can only go home. He is the only one with my husband. Although his inheritance is not much, it is also a sum of money. According to the law, I belong to them, and I am their daughter, all this becomes their thing.

I am alive, just a money tree.

They will let me marry again the second time, the third time.

After figuring it all, I decided to run away.

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

The two old bastards kept urging me to abort the child, but I refused to obey. Every time they threatened me, I would shout loudly, saying that the inheritance left by my husband was not theirs. In this way, they were afraid and stopped mentioning it later.

At that time, I had already sold my husband's house and handed over the land to the village for some money. In order to prevent the two old bastards from tampering with each other, I sent most of the money to my younger brother who was studying in another place, leaving only a small part of it.

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

I know drinking is not good for health, especially older people.

My daughter was born, and I have always taken her with me since I was a child and never dared to leave for a moment. That's it until I was three years old.

I didn't go out during that period, and used the excuse to stay at home and take care of the children and do farm work. I gave them money and asked them to buy wine by themselves. The old couple always had to buy more than ten kilograms of peanuts and fry a plate of peanuts and cook a dish of food, and drink it all day.

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

I saw my neighbors buy them a bottle of wine.

At that time, I wanted to stop it, but I was afraid of arousing suspicion, so I had to visit his neighbors often after buying wine. He placed the bottle on the cabinet and drank two glasses every day. I calculated the days and bought two bottles of sake from the town on the grounds of "borrowing vegetables" to give it to my neighbors.

Every household in the village has their own land. When my leeks grow hair, you can come and cut some of them if you want to eat them. My cucumber beans are on the shed, and if you like them, come and pick some. This is called "borrowing vegetables". As long as there is not too much quantity, there is no problem.

If you lend me food and I give you wine, no one can find fault with you.

I calculated the time to deliver the wine. The neighbor had just finished drinking the wine bought from my adoptive father. He was a little embarrassed and refused. I opened the lid of one of the bottles of wine in front of him and said, "The wine is opened, if you don't want it, it's a waste."

This is a reason I have thought of a long time ago.

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

Calculate the days, after a while, my neighbors drank almost more than a bottle of wine.

That night, I got up in the middle of the night, moved out the industrial alcohol that had been prepared from under the bed, and mixed it into the large jar where my husband and mother filled the wine.

In the past month, I was mixing it on and off, but the quantity was not large, so I wanted to see how they would react after drinking it.
Chapter completed!