Jiang Dasheng died, and someone had to see to his final farewell.
The villagers found Jiang Liangye.
But Jiang Liangye simply told the villagers to throw Jiang Dasheng's body onto the burial mound and didn't care at all.
The villagers shook their heads and sighed.
Having a son was as good as having none.
Yang Cuicui's whereabouts were unknown as well.
The villagers had no choice but to ask Chuzheng to step in.
After all, Jiang Dasheng was Chuzheng's uncle.
Chuzheng refused expressionlessly.
She had a son of her own, why should she be the one to see him off?
She wasn't free!
The villagers now dared not push Chuzheng and could only figure out how to bury Jiang Dasheng.
It was said that later someone saw Yang Cuicui in some town, also with a broken leg, looking very miserable.
Jiang Liangye harbored a psychological shadow concerning Chuzheng and didn't dare to seek revenge on her.
He hung out all day long, eating whenever he could.
