It's really hard to just farm peacefully.

Chapter 142

The people who came were indeed local residents. Because of the disasters that had occurred in the city for several days in a row, many people had died even though the west side of the city was not the worst-hit area.

And because the house was burned down, there was nowhere to put the bodies, so the living people had to carry them here in the rain and store them.

The first wave of people entered the main house, and not long after, only one person left in a hurry.

The second wave of people followed closely behind, but perhaps because they arrived a step too late, there was no suitable space in the main house, so they carried the corpse to the side house.

Chunying couldn't avoid it in time and made eye contact with the man outside through the crack in the door.

"Ah--" The man outside the door let out a rough scream without any preparation, and then stopped abruptly.

The people left behind in the main house heard the noise and rushed over: "What's wrong? What happened?"

"Nothing, there's just someone in the room." The man was a little embarrassed after calming down.

Seven people came out of the house one after another, some of them holding axes and sticks in their hands. The people outside the house were frightened and subconsciously took two steps back.

Then he remembered that the people in front of him were all thin girls, and there were three men and one woman in total, so there was nothing to be afraid of.

Yile saw that the man in the lead had an uncertain expression and was a little confused: "You can carry it in now."

"Oh, oh, okay." The man remembered the purpose of their trip and carried the person inside while being vigilant.

Seeing a wooden coffin in the house, the man became a little excited. After exchanging glances with the two people he was traveling with, he walked outside and asked sincerely and carefully, "Ladies, is that coffin taken?"

Normally, the empty coffins in this courtyard were available for anyone to borrow. After all, the city was vast and living was difficult, and ordinary people often had money to spare. If someone was willing, they could make a new coffin and send it to them later to repay the favor.

However, in the circle that Fu Weixin was in, such a thing as borrowing a coffin would never happen.

Jiang Yan had no memory of these things. Although Dongshan Village was poor, it was backed by mountains, so making a coffin was not difficult.

Others were either too young to remember funerals when they entered the Governor's Mansion, or arrived during a disaster, leaving only the impression that they were simply wrapped in rags and a straw mat, dug into a pit, and buried. Even if a servant in the Governor's Mansion died and there was no one to prepare a coffin, they were treated the same way.

Therefore, except for Yile, everyone was a little confused about this question. Did theirs have anything to do with him?

Instead, Yile answered very skillfully: "It's not ours, you can use it without worry."

Jiang Yan was surprised to find that the man was actually a little... happy to hear this reply?

The second wave of people was busy, and before they could close the coffin, the third wave of people came, and soon the fourth wave, and the fifth wave...

Before Jiang Yan could fall into despair, thinking that human life was worthless, Yi Le saw the situation and took them away from the yard to a farther place.

Jiang Yan's understanding of this wise move was that the "Civil Cemetery" was small and there were many deceased people being stored there. For health reasons, it was not advisable to stay there any longer. Moreover, with the constant coming and going of people, it was no longer a secluded place. There were too many people and too many eyes, and the risk was high. If they stayed any longer, they would be standing under a dangerous wall.

Jiang Yan's words made sense, but Yi Le hadn't initially thought it was that complicated. After several analyses were rejected, not only Jiang Yan but also Chunying became interested.

Yile saw that Fu was in good condition, so he thought for a moment and led Jiang Yan and Chunying back.

Before they left, the "Yi Zhuang" was still calm and distant, with a sense of lifelessness, but now that they were close to the courtyard wall, they could hear fierce quarrels and even sounds of physical combat.

Jiang Yan and Chunying climbed up the wall in tacit understanding, and then: ???? ??? ??? ??? ???