The Folk Song of the Qingquan Case in the Northern Song Dynasty

Feng Jiuniang took a stride, as if she wanted to grab Qian Qing's clothes and yell at her, but she didn't step forward, just stood at a distance.

"I didn't wrong you. Granny Meng was fine yesterday, but she fell off a cliff today. If it wasn't for you—"

Ganqing couldn't listen anymore, jumped up and said loudly: "You wronged a good person, what do I do when she dies? I have never seen her before! You have no evidence to spit blood on people!"

Clearing this throat is enough to beat a group of shrews on the street.The dumb child grabbed Feng Jiuniang's sleeve by the side.Feng Jiuniang didn't speak, but just pulled Hei Hei.

Heihei was holding something in his hand, and he was tightly refusing to let go.Feng Jiuniang broke Hei Hei's hand with all her strength, took out what was in her hand, and threw it over.

It was a piece of bluish-white rag, thrown by Feng Jiuniang, it wavered weakly in the air a few times, and landed lightly.

Ganqing took a deep breath, and subconsciously looked at the blue and white coat she had thrown beside the bed.Feng Jiuniang's expression turned serious, and she said loudly: "Wu Bai, get his clothes here!"

Wu Bai's face was pale, and when he saw Feng Jiuniang calling him, he subconsciously took a look at him.Looking at the eyes of this little nerd, Gan Qingyan understood——Feng Jiuniang came to ask the teacher for no reason, and everyone was reluctant.Seeing that Qianqing didn't speak, Wu Bai had no choice but to take Qianqing's coat slowly and hand it to Feng Jiuniang.Feng Jiuniang shuddered suddenly, and a tear was clearly visible on the hem of her lower garment.

"What else can you say? This piece of clothes was found at the place where Granny Meng fell off the cliff. It is obviously yours. The footprints on the cliff are only you and Granny Meng. What do you want to deny?"

Feng Jiuniang was already aggressive, so a few words came out like a slap on Qianqing's face, fast, hard and loud.

Ganqing was really furious when he heard this, what did this woman sing?

He was not an ordinary person, so he immediately raised his voice several times, and spat: "Bah! You said I killed someone? I don't know whether this Granny Meng looks horizontal or vertical. Why should I kill her? I'm ashamed if I can't produce any decent evidence." What do you mean, I have nothing to do, I didn’t sleep yesterday, I ran to the edge of the cliff and killed an old lady? What am I trying to do? Push her down because her singing is boring? Find the pieces of my clothes and go What? Maybe there is still a grove outside the village! Even if I went to the edge of the cliff yesterday? You people who have lived in the village for generations have never been to the edge of the cliff? You wronged me for killing people. I don’t understand. Isn’t it falling off a cliff? The snowy road is slippery, and the old man can’t walk steadily and fall off the cliff. According to your words, you’ve decided that it’s man-made. It’s strange to say that yesterday you yelled at Granny Meng, ‘Could it be that you want to Go back to the west early' She passed away today, who knows if you played a trick and put this shit pot on my head again?"

Dry and clear.What he said was vulgar, but every sentence made sense. At this time, he didn't care what kind of cruel words he said, anyway, he had a thick skin.

Everyone was stunned.

Xia Qianqing is so good at talking.

Feng Jiuniang couldn't say a word, and was stared at by Qian Qing until her hairs stood on end.

"Master Xia!" Hei Hei called out after a long time, obviously to persuade him.

Gan Qing refused to give up, turned to Hei Hei and said, "I'm just saying a few words of justice. Didn't Feng Jiuniang say that Granny Meng was killed by someone? Why was it me and not her?"

Feng Jiuniang blushed with anxiety, she was more than ten years older than Gan Qing, and she was also a woman with a sharp tongue, but at this time she was rendered speechless by Gan Qing.Her arrogance was even weaker, and she refused to shut up when she was clear. In the end, everyone was in a cold sweat and became impatient.

Qu Ze limped forward and said softly, "I know it's not you."

When Qianqing saw Quze, his arrogance suddenly dropped a little, and he didn't dare to answer her, but continued to babble at the same frequency, making everyone's ears callused.

After a stick of incense passed by, Wu Bai almost ran out of the door when he heard it, and Shui Yun couldn't help but cover his ears.In the end, everyone compromised and went to the place where Granny Meng fell off the cliff together.

The snow has been trampled into a mess, and there are still some pieces of dry clothes sandwiched between the stones beside it.Qianqing is just heart palpitations. Yesterday I slipped and fell here. It was dark and everything was unclear, so I stood up and went back to the house. Today, looking at it at dawn, the place where I fell yesterday was only a few feet away from the cliff.

It is said to be a cliff, but it is actually a ravine.There are ravines all around the village, but the depths are different, and the ravines here are deeper.

There is a person at the bottom of the ravine.

It was an old lady.Although the distance is far, the light is excellent, the eyesight is excellent, and the vision is very clear.The old woman was wearing worn-out clothes, which had been hung torn, and her body was covered with scratches and bloodstains.The old lady didn't lie flat or sideways, but curled up and nestled under the cliff.Looking at the collapsed appearance, it seemed that all the bones in his body were broken.Ganqing looked up the cliff, and there were fragments of the old lady's clothes hanging on it.

This is obviously a fall off a cliff.

It was not the first time Qianqing had seen a dead body, and the distance was so far away, and the deceased did not know him himself. Although he was in a bad mood, he didn't feel any special sadness.Shui Niang ignored Qian Qing and discussed with everyone what to do.

The terrain is so peculiar that it is impossible to transport the corpse back.After discussing it with everyone, there was no other way but to get snow from nearby and throw it down to cover Granny Meng's body, and wait until the person in charge of the village came back to find another way.

Duan'er was next to Qianqing, holding Yingying Baixue in her cold and red hands, and sprinkled it down in handfuls.Her eyes are red, and she has the beauty of pear blossoms and rain.Her skin was more snowy, red, and her dark eyes looked sadly at Granny Meng at the bottom of the cliff.

Qianqing also followed the crowd to hold the snow. Although this approach was quite stupid, it was the only way to do it.

That's it for the morning.

Qu Ze silently stood by Qianqing's side and didn't mention anything.

They finished holding the snow, cried a lot, and started their respective jobs in the afternoon-reading, practicing arrows, sewing, cooking, and washing clothes by the hot spring.

Qianqing stood not far from them and watched everything, suddenly felt fear, which was a sudden and inexplicable fear.

What he fears is the day-to-day life of the village, just like reincarnation.Buddhism has the theory of reincarnation, people have to taste the suffering of reincarnation, life and death continue without end.Granny Meng died, everyone wept and started to do their own things again.This village has been breathing quietly in the mountains for hundreds of years, year after year, the villagers repeat the same movements like puppets manipulated by a puppeteer, and multiply from generation to generation.

Monotonous, boring, tasteless.

This is the first time Qianqing has the idea of ​​leaving, if he stays in this place for the rest of his life, he will definitely go crazy.

In the blink of an eye, it was already night, and when night fell, Qianqing tossed and turned on the bed, unable to sleep.Occasionally turning over, I felt that there were fine grains on the bed on the right hand side. Since I couldn't sleep, I got up and lit the lamp to watch.

Ganqing touched the oil lamp and flint, and it took a long time to get a fire.Holding the lamp while yawning, he slowly lifted the quilt.Under the quilt is a wooden board, and there are actually many finely divided rice grains on it.

Qian Qing was extremely surprised, where did the rice grains come from?If you look closely, it is the five grains you eat on weekdays, but they are relatively finely divided.However, Qianqing has been treated like a relative of the emperor since he was a child, and he can feel whether the bed is hard or not.But he still couldn't figure out why he put rice grains on people, and he couldn't help it, so he swept the rice grains on the ground, spread the bedding and went to sleep.

The weirdness of the rice grains may be a village custom, when strangers come, they spread the rice grains under the mattress.After thinking about it, Gan Qing was more careful, and swept the rice grains under the bed.If it is placed directly on the ground, it is not good to be seen as a taboo.

After finishing, Qianqing rolled onto the bed, resting the back of her head with her hands on the hard pillow.Granny Meng was still singing last night. After all, life is impermanent, and people say it will be gone.

He seemed to have auditory hallucinations again and fell asleep.It's just that he was extremely uneasy, as if he was shrouded in a repressed dream. He always felt that Granny Meng was still singing, and he could always hear the opening lines of the song in his mind:

snow covered east village

Hades came to this house

The rich man suddenly broke his neck

Qianqing only felt chills everywhere, and he had a very bad premonition.

Now, he really wanted to leave the village.

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