I, the strongest poisoner, am called the living king of hell by the empress

Chapter 475

The old woman continued, "Some filial people would stand by the cave entrance and chat with the old man when they went up the mountain to deliver food. After all, this clay pot tomb is too boring and too scary."

"But there are also some unfilial people who think it is troublesome to deliver food, so they built the blue bricks at the cave entrance on the first day and sealed the cave entrance."

Death-like silence swept the entire forest.

At this moment, almost all doubts, the disappearance rate and mortality rate of the elderly in Suiyang County, were answered.

Luolu and Shangguan Wan'er stopped talking.

As the old woman said, she was known as an ominous person. Money alone was useless as long as she was alive.

She would be the culprit for all the misfortunes and even all the sufferings in the family!

She would also be criticized by the villagers when she went out.

Gao Yang glanced at the five bricks stacked at the entrance of the cave, nodded and said, "In that case, your son is the most filial one among them."

The old woman's voice did not convey any sadness or joy.

"That's natural, but not entirely. In the first two days after being sent here, they were very filial and could not bear it. When they brought food up, they would chat with me."

"For example, Zhang San's chicken was stolen and Wang Wu's child fell into the manure pit. But later, perhaps because they were busy or had their own things to do, they became more and more perfunctory and impatient."

"But the white rice was quite fragrant!"

"But who can not be afraid of death?"

"I crawled out and went to my eldest son first. My eldest son was very angry when he saw me, as if I had done something against the will of heaven and earth, and beat me out."

"I went to my third son's house, and he closed the door tightly. No matter how I begged, he would not open the door."

"My youngest daughter said before that she would take care of me, but when she saw me, it was like seeing the plague god. She said that I would bring bad luck to the family and beat me out."

"They were not like this before."

Outside the clay pot tomb, the autumn wind whistled.

Everyone was silent.

Only the old woman's voice rang out.

"Were they good before?"

Gao Yang asked in a low voice.

The old woman stayed in the clay pot grave, curled up into a ball, but when she heard this, her dim eyes suddenly lit up.

Even though Gao Yang couldn't see, she nodded heavily.

"Very good!"

Then, she talked about the past as if she was talking to herself.

That was her life.

When she was young, she was very beautiful. Because of love, she married a family far away at the foot of the clay pot mountain. Although life was a little poor, it was still okay.

Life, although it was so bitter that you wanted to cry, you could get through it with a grit of teeth.

But the good times didn't last long. At that time, the world was not peaceful. When the war came, her husband was very unfortunate and was forced to join the army.

He had never been on the battlefield and had no experience in fighting, so he became cannon fodder directly, leaving only her and four children who were a few years old.

The mainstay of the family was gone, and four children were left to feed. She became a widow. Because of her appearance, some men said that they wanted to marry her and let her live a peaceful life.

But she refused.

For no other reason, she was worried that if she married someone else, she would have to give birth to children again, and she was afraid that her children would be wronged.

Some people said that she was a little widow with four children, she would not be able to survive, and the children would starve to death!

But she did it, and she didn't starve a single child to death.

In that era of war, natural disasters, and local big families lending money, even the old woman herself didn't remember how she did it.

It might be a miracle, but it might also be that she was not as strong as men, so she went out earlier and got up earlier to work.

Or maybe it was because she was holding the hoe with blisters on her hands, digging with the hoe, and the blisters broke and grew again due to the friction with the hoe, and the process repeated over and over again.

Or maybe it was because she ate grass and squeezed milk, and she kept saying "Mom is not hungry, you eat, mom likes to eat fish tails", and she was hungry every day, holding her stomach, and spent difficult nights!

Life was hard, but as long as she watched her children grow up, she felt a great sense of satisfaction and happiness in her heart.

Four children, when she was old and the children grew up, each child gave her a little rice, which could support her in her old age.

Days passed, and her children grew up one by one.

They had their own little home and their own children.

She was also happy from the bottom of her heart. When the eldest got married, she was happy for a while and gave him two taels of silver that she had saved for a long time.

The eldest daughter-in-law and the eldest son were so happy that they almost jumped up and said they would support her for the rest of her life. They didn't believe what the bullshit clay pot tomb was about, saying that the old people would benefit from the blessings of their descendants!

She was also happyEndless.

But then, she realized the problem.

The eldest son gave so much, what about the other children?

So, she picked up the hoe again, working from sunrise to sunset, but when she returned, she had to use the kerosene lamp to make a few pairs of thick soles, half for the children and half to sell.

Although it was cheap, it was money after all, right?

After a lot of effort, all three sons got married, and she was impartial. Then the youngest daughter was also going to get married. Although many families valued boys over girls, she treated them equally.

They all came out of her belly, so why were they divided into different levels?

She wanted to buy some dowry for her youngest daughter, so that she would not be looked down upon by her husband's family!

So she gritted her teeth and continued to work.

Later, she was really old, a little overwhelmed, and could not work anymore. She started to take care of her grandchildren and cook at home, but she also enjoyed it.

Later, she got older and older, almost sixty years old.

People say that sixty years old is an unlucky person, but she is not sixty yet, but the eldest son broke his foot while working, and the daughter-in-law blamed her and called her an old man, all because of her!

The second son was kicked out for stealing things from the master's house and lost his job. The couple also blamed her, saying that he had stolen so many times before and had never been discovered, but now he was discovered, it must be because of her, this unlucky person!

She began to bring bad luck to the family!

Now she is so unlucky, what will happen when she lives to sixty?

The husband of the youngest daughter found another foxy woman, did not come home at night, and fooled around outside, which was also her fault.

It was as if she was the source of all misfortunes!

But she was not sixty years old yet!

But the brothers and sisters felt that they could not wait any longer, so they paid together to repair a clay pot tomb for her, waiting for her to turn sixty and send her in quickly, so as not to absorb the blessings of future generations.

Ironically, the money from repairing the clay pot tomb was enough to feed her for several months!

After all, she had one meal every day!

To be precise, it was a bowl of porridge!

And she had to work!

At this point, she cried softly, like a wild cat that no one wanted, and her cry echoed in the small clay pot tomb.

She didn't understand.

She hadn't even reached the age, how could she become an unlucky person?

How could she absorb the blessings of future generations?

And that's not what they said at the beginning.

The eldest son and daughter-in-law patted their chests and assured her that the clay pot tomb was a bad habit, and that it was all fake to absorb people's blessings. They would never do that and would serve her well until she was old.

The second son also said that when you are old, you can bask in the sun in the yard. After working hard for them all their lives, it's time to rest and enjoy a peaceful life.

The youngest daughter even said that she would buy her the most beautiful clothes, use the most colorful fabrics, and make her the most beautiful old lady in the surrounding villages.

She remembered these words clearly.

But why did it change?

Finally, she told the truth.

She fell asleep in the clay pot tomb two days ago, and she had a very long dream.

She dreamed that there was countless food at home, and that her four children came to take her home together. They stretched out their hands to her, with childhood smiles on their faces, letting her eat as much as she wanted. She dreamed that her youngest daughter put on the most beautiful clothes for her.

She covered her mouth, and the wrinkles on her face seemed to bloom with laughter, like a victorious rooster, circling the entire village several times. When her mortal enemy saw her, he spat fiercely and said in a sour tone.

What are you showing off!

But she woke up from the dream.

There was darkness all around her, with only a small hole, which was still being piled up with blue bricks bit by bit, blocking the light outside.

The next day, the eldest son came as usual.

But he didn't say he would take her home.

Instead, he said that she would die sooner or later, and it would be a waste to eat one meal a day, so it would be better to save some for future generations, so tomorrow would be the last meal, and he would lay the blue bricks at once and never come again.

She knelt on the ground and begged him not to leave, saying that she didn't want to die.

She could still work, she could still take care of the children, she was still useful, and she would do whatever she was asked to do.

She only needed one meal a day.

No,

Just a bowl of porridge!

But the eldest son still left heartlessly.

She was too scared, and endless fear surrounded her like an abyss. She tried her best to dig the soil, even if blood oozed from her nails and it hurt so much.

She was like crazy, gathering the soil together, padding it with her feet, and trying her best to climb up.

She succeeded.

She climbed out of the clay pot tomb.

The clay pot tomb itself was not built high. After all, if it was built bigger, it would be more comfortable to live in, but it would cost more money.

But then, she didn't know where to go.

She seemed to understand why the clay pot tomb didn't need to be built too big.

After going down the mountain, the eldest sonThe son kicked her and said that she would kill their whole family and suck away their life span. The second son didn't see her, the third son was not there, and the youngest daughter slapped her twice and drove her out.

Where could she go?

With silver, could they put aside their prejudices?

Could she live with dignity?

She also told a lie.

The eldest son was actually not filial at all. He went up the mountain to deliver food just to show off to the villagers. Not to mention the dry rice in the bowl, the porridge in that bowl was just a bowl of water with a few grains of rice.

In his opinion, it was a waste for a dying person to eat food.

She survived by catching mice in the graves and drinking water with her mouth open when it rained. If there was nothing to eat, she survived by eating the soil on the ground. Her belly was bulging, but she couldn't digest it at all.

So when she crawled out, they just beat and scolded her, and didn't force her back.

Because they knew it a long time ago.

She wouldn't live long.

After saying this, she stopped moving.

Just as they wished.

She was dead.

She curled up in that small corner, eyes wide open, unable to crawl out again.