Chapter 1059： Wen Huajiao's death cause 1

Aunt Wu Yao lowered her voice and said:

"The ancestral grave of the Eighteen Villages is on the hill behind the town. The grave of the old priest is also there, and he is buried with his two wives..."

"Wait, two wives?" Ye Shaoyang stunned.

"You don't know? The first wife of the old priest was a Miao girl. After she died, she married the mother of the rain, the Han girl..."

Wu Yao’s aunt brows slightly and looks out the window, sinking and saying:

"Mother of the rain... It seems to be called Hua Jiao, yes, Wen Huajiao, that is really a beautiful woman, even among you Han people, it is definitely the most beautiful kind.

I have never understood why she is marrying the old priest. Her life is very bitter. Her daughter’s life is also very bitter... However, her brother is not bad for her, although not a compatriot. ”

"What, they are not brothers and sisters!" Ye Shaoyang said in a voice.

Aunt Wu Yao gave him a blank look. "A father, why isn't it a brother and sister? When Wen Huajiao married the old priest, Rion's mother had passed away. Wen Huajiao used Rion as his son to raise, even the names are She gave it..."

Ye Shaoyang did not pay attention to what she said later, thinking about it in her mind, the relationship between Mu Qingyu's brother and sister...

Not a mother, no wonder that the breeze is like a Miao, everywhere, in appearance and character, and Mu Qingyu is a huge difference.

Ye Shaoyang continued to inquire about their family and learned an amazing inside story:

The old priest and Wen Huajiao were all violent and died.

"When the old priest died, I didn't catch up. When Wenhua died, I knew that she was still good in the first few days. Because she would embroider and make clothes. We are a little daughter-in-law. I love to deal with her and learn to do needlework.

She is also very good, not only beautiful, but also whispered in words, never quarreling with people... Oh, how good a person. ”

Aunt Wu Yao recalled half of her feelings and expressed her feelings in a reverent tone, constantly talking about the various benefits of Wen Huajiao.

Ye Shaoyang listened, and the image of a traditional Jiangnan beauty emerged in his mind:

The appearance is beautiful, the temperature is good, the needlework is good, there are some cultures, and the export is a chapter...

Even his heart has produced such doubts: such a purely Chinese person, and her family is in Hangzhou, and there is a difference of 180,000 miles from Xiangxi. Why should she marry here, and what is her attraction to her?

"I still remember some scenes at the time..." Wu Yao’s aunt finally finished her emotions and then told me about it.

"Before she died, about half a year or so, people began to lose weight, some frowning, but she was absolutely ill, and there was no problem with her actions. It was really amazing when she suddenly died."

Ye Shaoyang frowned and said: "How big is the rain brother and sister?"

"The Ron priest was an adult, and the rain was also ten years old."

Ye Shaoyang continued to inquire and mastered some clues, but for a long time, many things, Aunt Wu Yao could not remember.

"Why are you investigating the cause of death of the mother of the rain?" Aunt Wu Yao was very curious.

"I... there are some personal reasons."

Ye Shaoyang perfunctory, he can not say that Wen Huajiao gave himself a dream, let him go to the cemetery.

Aunt Wu Yao didn't ask much, he didn't care what he did, he couldn't take him in, Ye Shaoyang quickly promised.

Aunt Wu Yao wants to leave him for lunch, Ye Shaoyang declined, and bid farewell.

Going out of the door and turning back, asked her if there was anything particularly good before Wen Huajiao.

"That is only clean," Wu Yao aunt did not think about it. "Su Jie is a neighbor of Wenhuajiao. On the night of Wenhuajiao's death, Su Jie is next to them. Their relationship is very good. After Wenhuajiao died, Su Jie was overly sad. Then it was crazy."

Ye Shaoyang asked the address of Su Jie's home. Thanks, Wu Yao sent him out.

"What do you want to do?" Wu Yao asked.

Ye Shaoyang saw no one around, and lowered his voice: "Let's say later, you will help me prepare a shovel and then contact me by phone."

Wu Yao agreed to come down, and then said goodbye to each other, Ye Shaoyang alone strolled around the street, met many people on the road, and they all cast their hostile gaze on themselves.

Ye Shaoyang did not care, returning to Mu Qing Yu Jia.

In one bedroom, Mu Qingyu is giving medicine to the legs of Mu Qingfeng. When she sees Ye Shaoyang coming back, Mu Qingfeng wants to close the door. Mu Qingyu said: "Xiaoyang is not an outsider, he has not seen it."

Mu Qingfeng does not say anything.

Ye Shaoyang walked over and saw that a golden silkworm was squatting on the injured leg of Mu Qingfeng, climbed up and down, spit out a green liquid, infiltrated into the wound, and then mixed with green blood.

What is the life of the silkworm?

The original mites also have the effect of healing.

Ye Shaoyang first saw it, and finally understood what it meant before Mu Qingyu said "the locusts used".

Black and white wizards are all raised, good or evil, just between thoughts.

"Why don't you use your own locusts?" Ye Shaoyang looked at the Qingfeng and asked.

"It's taking turns, the locusts have to rest."

Ye Shaoyang no longer disturbed them, went back to his room, and sorted out the clues heard from Aunt Wu Yao, and confirmed a point: Wen Huajiao’s death must have hidden hidden secrets.

Perhaps the reason why she stayed in the world is related to this matter.

In Ye Shaoyang's heart, there is a rough plan.

Nothing in one day.

At night, Ye Shaoyang and Mu Qingyu said that they had to go out for a walk. Mu Qingyu did not suspect him. He took a few words and let him go.

As for Mu Qingfeng, because of a leg injury, he was lying on the bed all day.

It was still raining, there was no one on the road, Ye Shaoyang wore a fight and a raincoat, and the action was not restricted. One person came to a place agreed with Wu Yao.

Wu Yao handed a shovel to his hand. "Is this trip?"

Ye Shaoyang looked at the flat shovel used in the crop field. It was a bit speechless, but it was too late to buy a new one. He had to accept it and let Wu Yao go back first.

"I will be with you." Wu Yao said, "Although I don't know what you are going to do, it is not convenient for a person to do anything. It is better to have a personal care."

Because Ye Shaoyang was a foreigner and was hostile, it was not convenient to buy things, so Wu Yao helped to buy a shovel and did not intend to bring her.

However, I think there is a personal help, and it is convenient to do things. As for her safety, she can still guarantee it.

So take her together and walk towards the back hill of the town.

Wu Yao is wearing a raincoat and is next to it.

"What are we going to do?"

"Digging the grave."

Wu Yao was shocked on the spot.

"You... serious?"

"Of course." Ye Shaoyang smiled. "If you are afraid, go back."

Wu Yao bit his lip and bite, "I will go with you."

(Today's late night is not enough. At 9:30, a red envelope is distributed, one to celebrate Xueqi's birthday, and two to celebrate the previous month's monthly ticket.)