Chapter 20 (1/2)

Su Muge looks at the house in front of her eyes and frowns.

It's nearly evening, and it's dark inside. It's so quiet that it's even weird. It's different from the smoke rising around it.

Su Muge pushed open the fence gate and went in. There was nothing in the courtyard. There were only three Adobe mud houses with a long history.

In order to make an appearance in front of others, Zhao and her two will have three liang of silver a month. Zhao will leave one or two of these money for use. The rest will praise secretly. At least ten liang of silver will be sent to Zhang's side every year.

Su Muge knows that Zhang's family has three sons and two daughters, and they are married. There are more than ten mu of farmland in the family. Zhao's uncle says that her uncles are not incompetent. Apart from the third uncle's farming in the family, the other two uncles are working in the town. One month, they also have some silver, plus the silver given by Zhao's, so they need to build several decent houses over the years It's not hard.

With such doubts, Su Muge pushes open the door of the main house, and a strong smell makes her frown.

The room was so quiet that she could hear the faint breath in her ear.

Someone's in there!

She took out a fire fold from her body and grabbed the straw on the ground to light it. Then she saw a man lying on a clay Kang in the room.

The person on the bed is gray and thin, with sunken cheeks. Lying there, his head is like a skeleton without flesh and skin. He is covered with a quilt that can't see the color at all, and sends out a lot of stench.

Since Zhao went to find Su Lun, he has never been back to his mother's house. Su Muge is not sure whether the person in bed is Zhang.

Su Muge stepped forward, the people in bed seemed to hear the movement and slowly opened their eyes, looking a little wooden.

”You brutes, for the money your sister brings back every year, just let me waste my life Beast, beast! ” The sound of the broken bellows sounded in the empty room.

Su Muge is not a cold-blooded person. The old man in front of her makes her feel a little upset.

”Is Zhao Xiaocui your little daughter?”

Su Muge's voice made Zhang's turbid eyes stare round. Finally, she saw her. Unfortunately, because the room was too dark, she could only see a thin figure vaguely.

”You, you...”

”Grandma, I'm Muge, your granddaughter.”

”Mu, Mu Ge, yes, Mu ge...”

Zhao once wrote to Zhang. Zhang knew something about Zhao and Su Muge.