Beauty has a disease

Chapter 1

The loess is cracked and covered with white snow, which is boundless and obstructs the human habitation.

Qin'an County is located in the northern part of Saibei, bordering the minority tribes in the west. Due to its geographical location, the winters are extremely long. In addition, it is on the border of Dayu.

This winter is even harder.

"I'm freezing to death."

A bunch of clerks curled up into a ball, opened the curtains, strode into the store with difficulty, stamped their feet on the spot, while sweeping the snow off their bodies, then hurriedly rushed to the brazier and knelt down to warm up.

The falling snow began to melt as soon as it hit the indoor temperature, and finally turned into a small piece of water stain in front of the door. The snowflakes that occasionally squeezed in from outside fell in it, causing tiny ripples, and soon disappeared. .

"In this horrible weather, the snow has only stopped for a few days, and then it has snowed for three days in a row. The road is almost a foot thick, and it is very difficult to walk."

The old man was drowsy. He put his hands in his hands, leaned against a black lacquered coffin, and sat in front of the brazier with his neck curled up. His originally short and fat body was wrapped in a thick cotton coat, and now he looked more like a dusty mass. big ball.

"If you ask me, this store should be closed for a few days. As the New Year is approaching, all households have stockpiled a lot of things. In addition, there are no people outside in this terrible weather. Opening a store is better than staying at home for a few days." Young The clerk rubbed his hands, "The coffin shop is already shady and cool, but it will be even colder this day, hiss—this fire can't keep you warm..."

Hearing this, the old man raised his eyelids, and while casually pulling a low stool from the side to the young man, he said: "The owner is generous, it is very good for you to warm up in the shop! Have you seen any coffin shops that allow fires?" ? I'm afraid it will burn if I don't pay attention!"

The young guy thanked the old guy, and then sat down on the low stool, "Hey, Uncle Liu, I just said it, don't be angry, I will also read my boss's kindness!" He rubbed his hands, and immediately Covering your ears, "It's just that the business of opening a coffin shop is not very hot. Now that the snow has fallen for several days, the business will not be less."

"It's not like that." Liu Yi continued: "Opening a coffin shop is not the way to talk about business. Have you ever seen a dead person buy a coffin and put it in, but buy a coffin for the funeral when the weather is good? What? This person, life or death is the top priority, and there should be no delay."

"That's true." The young man nodded, "Uncle Liu still understands."

"You're still too young." Liu Yi sighed, "Sometimes, the worse the weather, the better the business...Although the business of selling coffins can't expect it to flourish, who can refuse it if they can make money!"

As he said that, Liu Yi looked past the young man, saw a few black boots approaching through the gap in the door curtain blown by the cold wind, and slowly got up, "Look, here comes the business."

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Unless it threatened survival, no amount of wind and snow could stop the enthusiasm of the people to gossip. Not long after the wind and snow stopped, the people began to visit.

A big event happened in Qin'an County.

"Master Qingtian from Qin'an County is dead!"

"real or fake?"

"When is it?"

"Huh—it's fake, the mourning hall hasn't been built yet."

"Really, I saw the servants of the county magistrate's mansion buying the coffin."

"Then why don't you build a mourning hall?"

yes?why?

The county magistrate's wife was angry and wronged, why?Of course, Qian's poor old woman won't allow it!

"Son! My son—how can you have the heart to abandon mother and go ahead—"

"No, don't touch my son! You are just uneasy and kind!"

A woman with disheveled hair was lying on the edge of the bed and crying, "dancing and dancing" and waved away the servant who was about to come forward to move people.

Another younger and beautiful woman also covered her face and cried, "Mother, my daughter-in-law understands that you are sad, and my daughter-in-law also feels bad, but the master has already gone, so it is better to set up a mourning hall so that the master can leave in a decent way!"

"I bother!"

The woman spat and stared at the beautiful woman viciously, "Don't be hypocritical in front of me. I told my son before that you are not comfortable in the house and you are not allowed to marry you. Now it has really come true. You are the one who killed me. Son!"

After finishing speaking, the woman threw herself on the bed and cried heart-rendingly, "My son, your life is miserable. My mother has long said that this vixen will cause trouble sooner or later, but she didn't expect to kill you!"

The woman slapped while crying, and suddenly hiccupped at the pale dead face, then lowered her head and continued to cry and accuse.

"Mother, my daughter-in-law asks herself that since she married into Tao's family, she has been diligent and conscientious. Even if mother doesn't like it, she can't just put a big hat on my head. How can a daughter-in-law harm her husband! You are wronged!"

"It was you and your adulterer who killed my son! I want to sue the officials!"

"It's not enough for my mother to falsely accuse me of killing my husband. She also spread rumors that I was cheating on you. I have worked so hard for so many years to be treated like this. I might as well just die and prove my innocence!"

"Go! No one will stop you!" The woman added fuel to the flames: "You deserve to die here to pay for my son's life. If you don't die, I will definitely sue you!"

The beautiful woman turned her head and ran towards the wall.

"Ma'am, don't do it, ma'am!" The maids and servants rushed to stop her.

The county magistrate's office was in chaos.

-

"I heard that the old lady is going to sue the officials."

"The old lady wants to sue the county magistrate's wife Hongxing for cheating!"

"The county magistrate's wife, Hong Xing, is cheating?"

"But the county magistrate is gone, where do I go to sue the magistrate?"

That's right, there is only one official in Qin'an County. Now that the official is gone, where can I sue the official?

-

Green ants roast new wine, red clay small stove.

The wind and snow have just stopped, a secluded small courtyard, two red plums, buried a foot in snow, the window is open, a woman wrapped in fox fur is facing the window to copy the words, the table is full of writing and the room is full of treasures, a fire is simmering on one side, and there is a pot on it. The gurgling is steaming, and the aroma of wine and plum fragrance permeates the room.

The lines on the paper began to vibrate, the woman put down the pen, pressed her hands together, then trembling slightly picked up the small pot and poured a glass of wine, and picked up a piece of pastry and put it into her mouth.

After a while, a few pieces of pastries entered his stomach, two or three glasses of wine warmed his stomach, and after the hunger was relieved, Ember stopped.

It is not a meal time, it is not advisable to eat more.

But it's okay to drink a few more glasses.

Add wine into the pot, add a pinch of plum petals when the aroma of the plum petals put in before fades, cover the pot, and wait for the fragrance of wine and plum to brew again.

"Girl, girl!"

The young man rushed in hurriedly, stopped at the door and shouted, "Girl, something serious happened, something serious happened, something serious happened! Someone is going to die, no, someone is already dead!"

"Why are you so flustered, come in and talk."

The clerk pushed the door open and came in. After entering the door, he only took a step forward and then stopped, for fear that the snow and mud brought in would stain the cleanliness of the room.

Ember looked up, and saw that the hat on the clerk's head was hanging crookedly on his head so that it would not fall off, the exposed hair was sticking to his forehead with sweat, and the cotton shoes and trousers on his feet were stained with snow, and the color was slightly darker , obviously drenched.

"There is a stool over there, move it over there to warm up by the fire... Whoever died, why is it with me, what is the reason, and the cause and process, please tell me in detail."

　There are many splendid articles, but I am not as good as any of them.

　　You and I met for the first time in the story, please give me more advice!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)