After My Sick Husband Feigned Death, I Turned Wild

There is only one house next to the pig farm. It is the kind of earthen house that has not been renovated. Now the rural development is very good, and this kind of house is relatively poor.

The villagers did not stop in front of the house, but instead took Jiang Yi and Gong Xueming into the pig farm.

As soon as he approached the pig farm, there was an unpleasant smell, like pig feed and soil dung, which made Jiang Yi frown.

Gong Xueming asked, "Didn't he say his family is next to the pig farm? Why did he bring us to the pig farm?"

"Oh! You don't know, Fangying's son is an old bastard, and her daughter-in-law is an iron rooster. After Fangying's house collapsed, the couple refused to build a new one for her and let her live on a pig farm."

The villagers stood at the door of the pig farm and looked inside. "Why is there no one? It seems that I went out today."

Jiang Yi stepped forward, pushed him away, and entered the pig farm. Gong Xueming followed, and the stench made him want to vomit, but Jiang Yi's expression remained the same.

A low wall was built with cement, and the space inside was divided into eight equal areas, and two fat pigs were raised in each square-shaped space.

The pigs were all lying lazily at this time, humming from time to time.

It is unimaginable that living people can be divided into an area like these pigs.

There were old quilts and benches inside, and there was not even a decent bed. Thick straw was piled on the ground, even if it was a bed.

At this time, a middle-aged man ran over with a **** and shouted, "Old Li! Go to the police! Lai Chuanhua is going to bury his mother! He said he can't afford it!"

"What? This son of a bitch! He raised so many pigs and made a lot of money this year, how can he not be able to raise his mother? This **** bastard!"

Lao Li was the villager who led the way. He scolded and ran out of the pig farm. Suddenly, as if remembering something, he ran back to Jiang Yi and said, "Lai Chuanhua is Fangying's son!"

Jiang Yi changed his face slightly and followed them, "Take me with you."

When life was at stake, they ignored Jiang Yi, and the two hurried to the distant fields, while Gong Xueming followed them and called the police.

"Lai Chuanhua even found a cemetery for his mother and wanted to bury the old lady. There were few people there, and no one knew what he did, but I happened to turn the ground next to me, they didn't see me, I heard They spoke."

"They? Who else?"

"Who else, Lai Chuanhua, his wicked daughter-in-law, I guess it was his daughter-in-law who encouraged her. She let his mother live in a pigsty, and that daughter-in-law still says his mother wasted food in the village every day."

The two men who had been doing farm work all the year round ran very fast, but when they turned around, they saw Jiang Yi following behind him, his cold white face a little gloomy.

"Little sister, you..."

The middle-aged man wanted to say something, but when he met Shang Jiangyi's sullen apricot eyes, the words got stuck in his throat, and he suddenly forgot what he wanted to say.

In broad daylight, it was like seeing a ghost, and my heart was empty.

"Lai Chuanhua! What are you doing? You bastard!"

Old Li roared angrily, recalling the middle-aged man's thoughts.

The two stepped forward and scuffled with the man who was going to bury their biological mother, but Jiang Yi stopped, calmly took out his mobile phone to take pictures, and kept the evidence.

She wants to make this pair of **** a good meal in the cell!

Most of the old lady's body was buried in the soil, leaving only a dirty face. Her eyes were tightly closed, but her lips couldn't stop trembling.