Spring comes to the desperate place

When she was very sad, Wang Zhang knelt down and begged Doctor Wang to save Wang Fugui.

But Doctor Wang just turned his body helplessly and avoided her gift.

"It's not that I don't want to save him, but I've never seen a case of his illness before in my many years of medical practice. His illness is so severe that his internal organs have completely decayed in a short period of time. Let me put it this way, he is now like a hollowed-out tree trunk. He looks fine on the outside, but in fact, his lungs have already begun to rot. You should make preparations early."

After hearing what Doctor Wang said, Wang Zhang sat on the ground dejectedly. It was obvious that Wang Fugui was beyond help.

Doctor Wang pulled a few times but failed to pull the man up. He could only sigh, pack up his medicine box, and walk out the door.

When passing by Wang Fugui's house, Doctor Wang walked in. Soon the people inside came out. After Doctor Wang notified Wang Fugui's neighbors, he slowly returned to his home.

When he got home, the young apprentice eagerly stepped forward to take down the medicine box for him, and did not forget to gossip with his master about Wang Fugui's condition.

Doctor Wang was in a bad mood and told him calmly that Wang Fugui's days would only last a few days.

The disciples were shocked. "In just a few days? So soon? When you took his pulse yesterday, you said his condition was complicated. How come he doesn't have much time left today? What kind of disease is this that has deteriorated so quickly?"

The young apprentice kept muttering, but Doctor Wang did not answer him. He just silently opened the pulse record and recorded Wang Fugui's pulse condition truthfully.

The news that Wang Fugui would not live long soon spread throughout the entire Yongle Village, and of course it also reached the ears of the Song family. Grandma Song had originally taken her two children to the village entrance to enjoy the cool air and gossip, but she didn't expect that as soon as she arrived with Song Xiaojiu and Song Xiaobao, she was called aside by several familiar old grandmas.

One of them came over and whispered to him, "Wang Fugui is dying, did you know that?"

Aunt Song was so shocked that she covered her mouth, and then she asked in a low voice: "Is this true? Why is it so sudden? The last time I saw him, he was fine, wasn't he?"

"Hey, who knows? I heard that even Doctor Wang was helpless. It shows that he is really seriously ill. Doctor Wang even went to inform his relatives in person."

"Oh, Doctor Wang's medical skills are so good, but he can't cure this disease. It seems to be really difficult to cure."

The man was a little disdainful: "More than being a problem, I think he must have done too many bad things and suffered retribution. We all know that it was his family that did the sweet potato thing in your family last year. Look, he wasted food, God bless him."

The people around him tried to persuade him: "Keep your voice down. Don't let anyone catch you talking. They will definitely find trouble with you later."

Aunt Song also whispered, "The Wang family is not easy to deal with. You should stop saying a few words. If this is true, the dead are the greatest. It is not worth it to create bad karma for such a person."

The man thought about it and felt that it was indeed not worth it. Wang Fugui was going to die anyway, so he might as well do some good deeds.

Because of this incident, Song Amao couldn't stay for long. The same went for the others. They just sat at the entrance of the village for a while, then took the two younger ones back home on the pretext that the children were tired.

The people around him looked at him holding his grandson's hand and said in surprise, "The Song family is not reliable. Such a beautiful and smart grandson could be kidnapped."

"Are you stupid? If you weren't pretty and smart, how could you be favored by the beggar? This child is lucky to be found. If she was unlucky, she would have been sold to who knows where."

Amao Song ignored the discussions behind him and hurried back home. Before he had time to catch his breath, he hurriedly pulled Grandpa Song and told him about Wang Fugui.

Grandpa Song was also shocked when he heard that Wang Fugui was about to die.

"Why is this good person dying suddenly?"

"Who knows? My heart started pounding when I heard the news. Tell me, could it be because of us?"

Grandpa Song thought for a moment and retorted, "Impossible. It's been so long since that happened in our family. How can you be linked to anything?"

Auntie Song was still a little worried: "Wang Fugui is always finding fault with our family. Didn't we reject his two brothers-in-law about the corn issue a while ago? I think he has bad intentions. He might do something to our land in secret. It's not uncommon."

Although Song A'mo is not well educated, his perspective on problems is tricky and precise. He guessed almost everything, but the only thing he didn't guess was Song Chunlin's thundering method this time.

The last time the Wang family pulled out their sweet potatoes, Song Chunlin only gave them a minor punishment. The old couple never thought that their grandson would dare to kill them directly.

During dinner, the two of them also mentioned this matter at the table. Grandpa Song and Grandma Song deliberately observed Song Chunlin's expression. Seeing that he was eating calmly without changing his expression, their hearts sank.

After dinner, Grandpa Song called Song Chunlin into the house. He asked Song Chunlin directly, "Did you cause Wang Fugui's illness?"

Song Chunlin said calmly: "Yes, Grandpa."

Hearing their grandson's admission, Grandpa Song and Grandma Song felt a chill in their hearts. They looked carefully at their grandson in front of them. There was no emotion in Song Chunlin's eyes. He looked indifferent, as if killing Wang Fugui was a very normal thing.

Grandpa Song pointed at his grandson with a trembling hand: "You, you, what are you doing..."

Seeing Grandpa Song holding his chest in pain, Song Chunlin quickly took out the spiritual spring water and asked Aunt Song to feed Grandpa Song to drink.

After drinking a cup of spiritual spring water, Grandpa Song finally felt better. He sat on the chair and breathed heavily. Seeing that his grandson and Grandma Song had eyes full of worry, he swallowed the words of rebuke.

Seeing that Grandpa Song was fine, Song Chunlin softened his tone and explained to the two elders, "Grandpa, little grandpa, it's not that I did anything cruel, but Wang Fugui is really a despicable villain. Last year, he pulled our sweet potatoes out of jealousy, and this year, for some inexplicable reason, he wanted to burn our corn field. For all the things he did, even if he was reported to the government, he would still be sentenced to death."

When the old couple heard Song Chunlin say that Wang Fugui had wanted to burn less of their cornfield, their eyes widened.

"What? He wants to burn our land? This conscienceless bastard is also a farmer himself, how can he be so mean!"

"That land is the lifeblood of the farmers. Oh my God, when did he burn it? Why didn't we find out?"

Song Chunlin silently handed over two cups of spiritual spring water, fearing that the two old men would get angry and something bad would happen.

"It happened some time ago at night. Everyone was asleep at the time. Fortunately, I discovered the fire in time and put it out before it started. Later, in order to prevent outsiders from noticing it, I deliberately planted some similar ones in the fire."

Grandpa Song and Auntie Song both patted their chests and said, "Fortunately, fortunately, we didn't let that bastard succeed."

"What a beast! He set the fire just when the harvest is about to begin. If our family only depended on this season's crops to survive, wouldn't we be killed by him?"

Song Chunlin: "So Grandpa, Little Grandpa, can you understand why I want to deal with him as soon as possible? People like Wang Fugui are narrow-minded and vindictive. If you provoke him, it's like provoking a piece of sticky candy that you can't get rid of. He can set fire to our land today, but what about tomorrow? Will he set fire to our house?"

"You can't be on guard against thieves all the time, so my grandson can only be a bad guy this time, so that he can never do anything to our family again."

Both Grandpa Song and Grandma Song were not unreasonable people. Song Chunlin broke down the truth into pieces and explained it to them. As long as they thought about it carefully, they understood the key. Now that the matter had been settled, they had nothing more to say.

Grandpa Song sighed deeply: "Chunlin, Grandpa is not blaming you for anything this time. Grandpa just hopes that you will not become a demon who kills people without hesitation. You said that in the last ten years of the last world, human life was worthless, but this is no longer the last world. This world has its own laws. Those who kill people must pay with their lives."

Song Chunlin lowered his eyes and said calmly, "So Grandpa, I didn't kill him at the beginning."

Grandpa Song choked, thinking that this kid was actually showing mercy.

"In short, Chunlin, you must promise your grandfather that from now on, you will never take anyone's life easily." Grandpa Song forced his grandson to raise his head and look him in the eye.

Song Chunlin looked at Grandpa Song fearlessly, and said word by word: "I promise you, Grandpa."

After getting his grandson's assurance, Grandpa Song felt relieved. Only then did Amano Song step forward and touch his grandson's head.

"I forgot to ask you just now, how did you manage to deal with such a severe disease? Does harming people's lives have any impact on you?"

Song Chunlin shook his head slowly: "That person is not sick, but poisoned. I got that poison accidentally from a farmer's house in my previous life. It doesn't need to be taken. Just skin contact can make people poisoned, and there is no medicine to cure it."

Hearing that their grandson had used such a strong poison, the two old men couldn't help but worry about him.

"The medicine is so strong. Chunlin, you haven't come into contact with it, right?" Song Amao anxiously felt her grandson up and down, fearing that there was something wrong with his body.

Song Chunlin hurriedly comforted the two: "Grandpa, I'm fine. I didn't touch the medicine with my hands."

"Really?" Grandpa Song still had some doubts. If he didn't touch the poison, how could he poison Wang Fugui?

Song Chunlin nodded vigorously: "It's absolutely true. I just took the bottle and dripped a drop on Wang Fugui's head. Your grandson is also a person who cherishes his life. It is impossible for him to really touch it with his hands."

Hearing their grandson say that he did not touch it with his hands, Grandpa Song and Grandma Song were finally relieved. However, they wondered in their hearts what kind of poison was it that could kill a person with just one drop? It was even more poisonous than the poison that kills instantly upon contact with blood.

In fact, one drop of medicine on Wang Fugui's head might not really take his life, but he lived in ancient times where medical technology and resources were relatively backward. If he were poisoned in modern times, he could be dragged to the ICU for rescue, and perhaps he could save his life because of the small dose.

However, Wang Fugui was destined to have that opportunity, because the day after Doctor Wang declared that he was beyond help, Wang Fugui died at home.

Because of Wang Fugui's usual behavior in the village, not many people went to help. The few who came were all relatives from the same family. As for condolences, there were even fewer. Wang Zhang was very angry about this and wanted to lose her temper, but was held down by the two Zhang brothers.

"Sister, the dead are the most important. Take care of the funeral for your brother-in-law first."

Thinking of her husband who died with his eyes open, Wang Zhang covered her face and burst into tears.

Wang Fugui was in great pain before his death. His chest seemed to be blocked by stones. No matter how hard he tried to breathe, he could not get a breath of fresh air. There were no ventilators in ancient times. It can be said that Wang Fugui was suffocated to death. So Wang Fugui's face was hideous before his death, and everyone who went in to help change his shroud was frightened.

Some brave people who heard this secretly complained that Wang Fugui must have done too many bad things, which is why he died so miserably at such a young age.

Because of these things, Wang Fugui's death was shrouded in a mysterious color and was discussed over and over again by the villagers for a long time. The most talked about topic was who he had offended before his death.

Because Song Chunlin replanted the corn in time, Wang Fugui had no chance to tell the third person about this. Wang Zhang was even more frightened by her husband's death. She still had some conscience and was afraid that her two brothers would cause trouble for the Song family, so she refused to say that Wang Fugui might have died because he burned the Song family's cornfield.

She was a widow with a son, an orphan, and needed help from her brothers from her natal family. She could not let her two brothers take the risk.

No one from the Song family went to Wang Fugui's funeral. Firstly, they were not familiar with him, and secondly, they did not want to go. Anyway, most of the families in the village did not go, so why would the Song family, who had just arrived less than two years ago, join in the fun? They were not relatives or friends there. Now the crops in the fields were almost ripe, and there was a lot of work to do. Song Dazhuang would rather work in the fields than go to the Wang family.

Little did she know that when she saw that no one from the Song family came, Wang Zhang was relieved. She was now completely afraid of the Song family, and still believed that there must be something behind the Song family protecting them, otherwise how could her husband die of illness for no reason?

As the person sleeping beside her, Wang Zhang knew her husband best. He was normally as strong as a bull. He was just frightened by the rain that day. How could he be so ill?

Unfortunately, she had no evidence now and had just lost the pillar of the family. Wang Zhang, who had always been unyielding, did not even dare to confront the Song family face to face, for fear that they would point the finger at her.

Only Grandpa Song and Grandma Song in the Song family knew that Wang Fugui's death was caused by Song Chunlin. The rest of the people didn't know. Song Qinshi even thought that Wang Fugui's death was a good thing, and even her two little boys clapped their hands in approval.