The number one scholar is a piece of shit that everyone wants

"Collecting bodies? Did something happen to your father in prison?"

Ye Shan, the eldest son of the Ye family, heard this and asked anxiously, even if Ye San was not a human being, he was still his biological brother.

No, Xing Ge'er just said that the people who need to collect the bodies include not only the third son of his family, but also Xu Yingdi.

"Wencai, what's going on?"

Seeing that everyone was looking at Ye Wencai in confusion, Ye Fanxing suddenly became curious.

The beheading after the autumn is such a serious matter. Could it be that with so many people in the village going to the town every now and then, they didn't know anything about it?

When he saw Qian Li looking at him somewhat awkwardly, Ye Fanxing understood that he might have contributed some part behind the scenes.

After all, if this matter were to get out, not only would he lose face as the village head, but it would also do nothing but harm to Daliu Village.

He looked at Ye Yongsheng and the puzzled members of the Ye family beside him again, and Ye Fanxing couldn't help but find it a little funny.

I really don't know if I am blinded by one thing, or if they are trying to cover up their mistakes?

Since Ye Wencai didn't want to say it, he didn't mind saying it for him.

"Ye Laosan, Xu Yingdi..."

"Xing'er, the dead are the greatest. Besides, they are your parents!"

Ye Fanxing glanced at Ye Yongsheng, who was glaring at him with a gloomy face and interrupted him, and spoke coldly.

"The dead are the greatest? Then why didn't their good son bury them in peace?"

"Furthermore, Patriarch Ye, if you had parents who forced their original wife to death and kidnapped and sold their children, would you acknowledge them or not?"

Ye Fanxing saw him stammering twice, and before he could speak, she continued, "As for whether you recognize this couple, I have no right to interfere, but I will definitely not recognize them."

"Patriarch Ye, you have to accept your age.

You can't ask me to remind you every time that I have cut ties with your Ye family!"

Ye Yongsheng's expression became more gloomy after hearing what Ye Fanxing said, "You...you..."

"Oh, stop talking about you and me. Patriarch Ye has no credibility with me. After all, you broke your promise to expel the family of Ye Lao San and made a fortune."

The smile in Ye Fanxing's peach blossom eyes became even more intense, but the beauty was gone, and there was a hint of coldness instead.

He pointed at Ye Wencai, who was sitting in the mud and holding his head tightly, and looked at the villagers and said, "He is not dead, but was sentenced to face tattooing. If you don't believe me, just lift up the hair covering his face and you will know."

Ye Shan stood in front of Ye Wencai in a daze, muttering in the air, "Where are they buried?"

Ye Wencai stood up slowly with his hair loose, raised his head, and his eyes were filled with resentment.

"Bury? Why do you want me to bury it?"

"Hahaha! You all deserve to die!"

When everyone saw Ye Wencai like this, they all thought he was crazy.

Amid the discussions of the crowd, he walked step by step towards the river in the village. When he was near the river bank, he turned around and looked at the village where he grew up in the rain. He opened his arms and looked up at the sky.

"I, Ye Wencai, curse to heaven that all the people in your Daliusu Village will die a horrible death!"

The sound of his curse was like the wailing from the Nine Nether Hell, and when it reached the ears of everyone present with despair and sorrow, he jumped into the river and disappeared!

"what!……"

"Li Zheng, this... this... is a death curse!"

"The village head... Wencai is extremely resentful. This curse... can only be suppressed by someone with a strong destiny!"

Ye Wencai's curse before his death made Qian Lizheng very depressed. How could he not know that there was something behind Ye Yongsheng's words.

He glanced at him sideways. This Ye family is really a troublemaker!

Why do I have to let Brother Xing and his wife take the blame for me before I die?

Qian Lizheng stood with his hands behind his back, scanning everyone with his eyes, which finally stopped on Ye Yongsheng. The look clearly expressed his dissatisfaction with him.

"After the rain stops, I'll go to Guangfa Temple."

In addition to suppression, there is another way to suppress, that is salvation.

So when Qian Lizheng said this, everyone felt relieved. Whether it works or not, the most important thing is to dispel their doubts first.

Ye Fanxing looked coldly at everyone present. This selfishness was really brought out to the fullest by them!

The strong wind brought some raindrops, which passed through Ye Fanxing's hat and raincoat and fell on him, but made him feel cold in his heart.

He walked through the crowd with an expressionless face and slowly went home.

He knew that Ye Wencai's death could only temporarily awaken the conscience of the people during this natural disaster.

When their conscience is numb, I'm afraid they will start to attack their own family. In this case, let's perish together.

When Song Haoming saw his young husband coming back from the fight, he was sitting in front of him with a look of anger and silence. He opened his mouth, but without saying anything, he poured a cup of hot tea and handed it to him.

"Ye Wencai is dead!"

"Ok!"

"Why don't you ask me what happened?"

"what happened?"

During this question and answer, Ye Fanxing let go of his hostility and began to talk to Song Haoming in a somewhat depressed tone about what had happened in the fields.

"Husband, natural disasters and man-made disasters are actually not that scary, the latter are the real scary ones."

"Ok!"

"My dear, don't forget that money can move people's hearts. No one in the Ye family is alive now, but their house, fields, and money are still there. We can use them to at least distract them from paying attention to us."

Song Haoming tapped the table with his fingers, frowning. He looked at his young husband and thought for a moment before saying, "Husband, after the rain stops, how about we live in the town?"

"No! Why should we leave!"

Ye Fanxing raised his unwilling head, his peach blossom eyes showing a ruthless look.

"When the weather clears up, I'll go to Baohetang and get some life-saving herbs. If they are unkind then don't blame us for being unjust!"

If Zao Ge'er saw such a cruel Ye Fanxing here, he would be scared, but Song Haoming nodded lovingly.

He knew that the "life-saving" herbs that the young man mentioned were not truly "life-saving", but were life-threatening.

Medicine and poison have been inseparable since ancient times. Even if his little husband can use poison and is said to be cruel, so what? As long as he is by his side, he will pamper him!

Song Haoming stood up and slowly walked to Ye Fanxing, held him in his arms, and whispered his decision in his ear.

"Okay, I will listen to you."

"Yushan, Yushan, my brother-in-law can stand up now!"

Zao Ge'er's cry did not attract Ye Yushan, but it made the two people who were hugging each other in the room stunned for a moment.

"Cough cough cough!" This was the scene Ye Yushan saw when he came in.

Ye Fanxing could only glare at Zao Ge'er who was teasing him at the side. Without waiting for them to ask, he told them about Song Haoming's leg injury and what had happened in the village in the past few days.

Later, he also learned a lot of information about the outside world from Ye Yushan and Zao Ge'er.

Things like the rain in other towns would come three days earlier than in Chiding, and people started to grab food, etc.

Ye Fanxing frowned. It had only been a few days and the outside was already so chaotic. It would probably get even more chaotic in the future.