As a medical concubine

Chapter 381
Just as he was about to turn around and go back to the house, there was a shrill scream from the sky: "Ah—the dead—"

Liao Zicheng and Huazhu were fully dressed and arrived at the scene of the incident. The reason why the incident was said was because it was not clear whether it was an accident or something else.

The snow had stopped, and the whole village was shrouded in white.

At the foot of the back mountain, a "snowman" lay in the snow, with many footprints in all directions, from the villagers who came to watch the excitement, and the scene was completely destroyed.

The first person to discover the deceased was a well-known bachelor and bum in the village.

Erlaizi was born with a disability and no ears. The girls in the village thought he was ugly and refused to marry him. His parents died early, and his relatives didn't want to see him. His life was worse than that of the old man and Tweety.Because he is ugly, he will always be ridiculed and bullied when he goes out during the day, so he always chops wood or hunts when no one is around.

"Last night, it hadn't snowed yet. I dug a hole in the back mountain, made a cage, put some rice grains, and wanted to trap a pheasant or something. Then when I went out, it snowed! I couldn't find it for a while. Wherever the things I put, I dig and dig! As a result, a hand came out! Scared...scared...scared me to death..."

Erlaizi was wearing a big black cotton-padded jacket dipped in oil, with a few patches stitched on the elbows with crooked needles and threads. There was no woman at home, so he sewed these up by himself.When answering the words of the village chief, he answered while biting the frozen breakfast—a big pancake he baked by himself.While talking, one didn't catch it, and a piece fell out.He sniffed, wiped the snot with his sleeve, bent down again, and paved in the snow with his dirty hands for a while, found the piece of cake, and stuffed it into his mouth.

The village head is about forty years old, slightly fat, with a pot belly, not tall, only half of his head protruding out compared to the village head's wife.Seeing the scumbag's appearance, the village chief frowned: "You touched a dead man, have you washed your hands yet?"

Erlaizi nodded seriously: "I've washed it! I even sterilized it with boy's urine!"

The wife of the village chief who came after her heard this, she was so disgusted that she retched for a while, she pinched the veil with her white and tender nails to cover her red lips painted with Zhu Dan, her eyes with lavender eyeshadow blinked slightly, overflowing A touch of disdain and disgust.

Immediately, she tugged at the white skirt embroidered with red peonies, as if the pure white snow would accidentally stain her clothes.

Along with her very representative action, many women and girls tugged on their skirts one after another.

It has become their habit to imitate the beautiful and elegant village chief's wife.The wife of the village head likes to eat pumpkin cakes, and every household starts to make pumpkin cakes; the wife of the village head loves to drink butter tea, and every household learns to make butter tea; The thing is not to wipe sweat, but to hold your heart and frown.

The wife of the village chief swept her contemptuous eyes, took a panoramic view of the actions of those imitators, and smiled triumphantly, a black-bone chicken is a black-bone chicken, no matter how pretentious it is, it can only be an imitation!

But she enjoys this feeling of being sought after and valued very much. Perhaps at the beginning, it was this unparalleled sense of superiority that made her determined to marry in this ravine. Originally, she was the younger sister of a scholar, although she was a concubine. But it should also be able to marry better.

It's a pity that this sense of superiority was completely smashed to pieces in this year and this morning!

The village head's wife first noticed the commotion in the crowd, but it wasn't because of her.She frowned, and looked in the direction everyone was staring at blankly, and saw a young woman in a red cloak walking towards her in the white snow.The red color of the cloak is as gorgeous and eye-catching as a burning cloud.The crow-blue hair was as moist and smooth as black pearls.Against the backdrop of the two colors, her fair skin was cleaner than snowflakes and clearer than ice.

The most charming thing should be her pair of eyes that are as bright as a clear spring. At first glance, they seem to be shining with tears;

But these clear and flawless eyes are matched with a pair of extremely charming red lips.

What a... stunner!

But soon, the commotion in the crowd became even bigger. They saw a person who was prettier than Xiaoxian's daughter, and it was a man!

The purple cloak wrapped his tall and muscular body, making him look like a god surrounded by clouds and clouds. His face was too handsome and his temperament was too cold, like an elf prince molded by severe winter snow.

The quiet village suddenly became very different because of his arrival.

The sky is clearer, the snow scene is more enchanting, and even the cold wind blowing on the face doesn't seem to hurt so much.

"You, you, you are..." the village chief asked nervously and dully, and there was a hint of guilt in his nervousness.

Liao Zicheng took Hua Zhu's hand and stopped beside the village chief, glanced at him, then looked at the place on the third floor and the third floor outside. The villagers, because of his glance, couldn't help but huddled away and voluntarily let go. There is a way.

"Passing by." Liao Zicheng simply answered the village head's words, walked to the dead with Huazhu, looked closely, and frowned, old man Liu!

Before they came, they asked Tweety, and Tweety said that Grandpa was not in the room, maybe he didn't come back or went out early in the morning, then they guessed that the dead man might be Uncle Liu.They hope they guess wrong, but the truth is always so cruel.

Liao Zicheng put on gloves, squatted down, and took out a small bag, which contained two scalpels, three silver needles, and a rootless homemade cotton swab. Liao Zicheng picked up a cotton swab and began to examine Uncle Liu's body.

When everyone saw that he was engaged in the business of scribbling, they all showed regret, smuggling is a lowly job, and even a pig butcher is more respectable than him.Such a man who is as handsome as a fairy is actually a master, really...

Ugh!
A few timid villagers backed away abruptly, fearing that they would get bad luck in the coming year if they were contaminated with the yin energy in his body.

In the city, I don’t think so. After all, officials are watching. Everyone is not surprised by Wu Zuo, but in this small place, the villagers regard Wu Zuo as a plague god.Hua Zhu remembered that Liao Zicheng did many autopsies in the countryside after Mr. Liao passed away. Did those villagers also reject him like this?
Huazhu felt distressed again.

Uncle Liu's sleeves were torn, and the corners of his mouth were cracked and healed, which was caused by injuries during his lifetime, but there was no facial trauma before Uncle Liu left home.So it happened during the time when Uncle Liu left home until he died.Judging from the healing situation, it should not exceed an hour.In other words, Uncle Liu had a dispute with someone first, and then died in the snow.

(End of this chapter)