The Marquise: I Earn My Own Worship

In just two strokes, the door, which was not strong to begin with, fell down.

The people in the front fell to the ground, and the people behind saw the door open and rushed in regardless of anything.

The people behind stepped on those people and walked inside. As they entered the house, the fragrance became stronger.

These people, including Hu Shan and Xu Fen, were drooling, and dozens of pairs of eyes were staring at that place like vicious wolves.

Li Xing, who was fishing out pieces of meat, saw someone coming in. He ignored the still hot broth, grabbed two big pieces, stuffed them into his arms, hid in the corner and started eating them.

The others didn't notice Li Xing's actions at all, and only saw the steaming pot.

When the people behind came in, they saw a group of people surrounding the pot, constantly scooping something out of their hands.

Soon the meat in the pot was scooped out. Those who didn't get any meat just rubbed their hands in the pot and then put it in their mouths to suck the soup.

When the pot was licked clean, everyone lay down in Li Xing's room, savoring the taste from time to time.

The meat was not added with anything, but it was extremely delicious. Many people put the clothes or sleeves under their noses and sniffed hard, fearing that it was just a dream caused by hunger.

At this time, a child who was half his height was still scraping the edge of the pot with his hands, trying to scrape something off it, and stood on tiptoe to lick it with his tongue.

Hiding in the corner, Li Xing showed no anger or fear of having his food snatched away. Instead, his face was filled with unusual excitement.

Hu Shan was sitting closest to Li Xing. Seeing Li Xing like this, Hu Shan touched his mouth and kicked him.

"You little bastard, you hid it well. You still have meat at home. What? Seeing that everyone in the village has died, you cooked so much to feed the dead."

Li Xing was kicked to the ground, but he didn't struggle. Instead, he burst into laughter.

He laughed so hard that tears came out of his eyes, and there were pink and white strips of flesh between his teeth. Some children who were not full swallowed their saliva when they saw that.

But the adults were thinking too much, and those who reacted were all recalling what they had just eaten.

There was no pork at this time of year, and even if there was, it had already been pickled. And what they had just eaten was clearly fresh meat.

"what!!!!"

Someone screamed and ran out from the side room. They looked outside and saw that it was Old Lady Wu. She was not dead yet.

Old Lady Wu crawled out on her knees. Because her legs were so weak, her whole body kept pulling herself out and kicking with all her strength.

She saw that there was nothing left in the pot, and thought that there were still good things in Li Xing's house, so she went to the nearest side room to look for something. But when she entered, the scene in front of her almost scared her to death.

The others heard the noise and ran over, some of them going to the side room. A few moments later, the men who had gone in were swearing and tumbling out.

Ordinary people in the village couldn't afford to sleep in a bed, so they just made do with a mud kang.

Li Xing's wife is lying on the kang in his house!

The woman's eyes were still open, staring intently ahead. Scattered beside her were hands and feet, broken bones, internal organs, and even a small piece of a corpse.

The villagers had never seen such a scene before. The brave ones broke out in a sweat, and some people even fainted from fright.

Even a fool could guess what was going on in this scene.

"vomit!!"

"vomit!"

Those who reacted felt physically nauseous, and some younger women couldn't help but vomit.

Hu Shan also felt like vomiting, so he covered his mouth tightly and finally managed to eat something...

"How is it? Is my wife's meat delicious?"

Li Xing stood in the hall and spoke softly, his eyes looking at the side room where his wife, the woman who had spoken to him in the morning, was lying.

"Beast! Beast! Ugh, you, you!"

Some people pointed at Li Xing's nose and cursed him, but when they saw him, they couldn't help spitting out.

"I?"

"What's wrong with me? Look, everyone was starving this morning. I cooked my wife and saved everyone's lives. You should be thanking me, hahahahahahahaha. Is it delicious? Is it delicious?"

As Li Xing spoke, he grabbed the people next to him and asked them one by one if the food was delicious.

Hu Shan was caught by Li Xing and could smell the smell coming from his mouth. The meat that had just been delicious and fragrant had now turned into an extremely foul smell.

Hu Shan finally couldn't help

He spat out everything he had just eaten with a "wow".

Hu Shan collapsed to the ground in exhaustion only after he vomited out all the bile.

Some in the crowd were looking frightened, some panicked, some thoughtful, and some were already looking at the crowd.

Once the seeds of evil are planted, they will continue to sprout in people's hearts.

*

"Madam, Madam, there's a letter from the third uncle."

Mother Lu, the concierge, ran all the way to Bisongyuan.

Hearing the noise outside, Song Shengfu found that her hearing was becoming increasingly poor and she could only vaguely hear a sound.

Mother Lu lifted the curtain and came in, reporting the good news again.

Third uncle? Oh, that's Shen Xianli.

"Hey, bring it over here and let me take a look. The last time you received a letter was during the New Year's holiday, right?"

Song Shengfu is a veteran actress, and the surprise and joy on her face are just right.

Looking at the thick stack of letters, Song Shengfu knew that some of them were for Wei Jie'er and the others.

"Wait until Sister Wei and the others finish school, call them over and tell them that their father brought them something."

As he spoke, he opened a letter addressed to him by his mother, which contained nothing but greetings.

The letter written by this Tanhua scholar is very pleasant. The writing is slow and you can tell from the writing that the writer must be a gentle and elegant person.

Apart from a simple greeting, Song Shengfu was so shocked when she saw the last sentence that she almost stood up.

Shen Xianli is going back to Beijing to report on his work?!

Did this happen in the previous life? Song Shengfu thought about it and realized that in the previous life, Shen Xianli returned to Beijing to report on his work when he was promoted to Tongzhi of Shaanxi Prefecture.

Counting the time, there are still more than four years.

Could it be that something unexpected had happened? However, seeing that Shen Xianli didn't mention anything else in the letter, it should be good news.

Song Shengfu asked someone to invite the uncle over and told him about this matter.

Shen Xianli was thoughtful and delivered a copy of the letter to each person.

After reading his letter, Duan Jingzong closed the letter and fell into deep thought.

"what happened?"

Song Shengfu looked at Duan Jingzong with a bad expression.

"Mother, I don't know whether Yuzhi's return to Beijing is a blessing or..."

Duan Jingzong didn't say the rest.

Song Shengfu knew that Jingzong usually didn't care about anything, but in fact, he knew the position of everyone in the family.

"If something comes, we should accept it. Why worry about the unknown? It is better to prepare early. Whether it is a blessing or a disaster, we will have to deal with it."

Song Shengfu said this with a smile, and after hearing this, Duan Jingzong's restlessness was suppressed.

Having tea with Mr. Robert these days and listening to what he said, I was inevitably influenced by him.

The situation this year is serious. His Majesty is angry all day long and has demoted many officials.