C11 Jiang Hanming Is Dead

Gu Qianqian was about to lean her head in when the door suddenly opened with a bang.

Madame Zhang put on a loose coat and stared at Gu Qianqian, "What do you mean by that? Are you cursing my son to death?"

Gu Qianqian glanced at Madame Zhang. Why was this person so unreasonable? I asked you about Chiang Hanming. Why did you suddenly say these things?

"Mother, how could I have such thoughts? It's not that Chiang Hanming hasn't returned for so long. I'm worried." Gu Qianqian said.

"He's not a child. It is not the first time he has gone up the mountain to hunt. What is there to worry about? " Mind your own business. You keep yelling in the middle of the night. What does it look like? Go back to sleep. " Madame Zhang turned around and slammed the door shut.

Gu Qianqian felt a little helpless in her heart. Why is this person like this? His son did not come back and was not worried at all. Instead, he went to blame others. She could only pray that Chiang Hanming was fine. If he did not come back tomorrow morning, Gu Qianqian would decide to go up the mountain to find him.

The next day, just as the sun started to brighten, Gu Qianqian woke up. She had just finished washing up in her room. It seemed that there were a lot of people outside and it was very noisy.

At this moment, there were many villagers of Chiang Village standing outside the door. They surrounded the entrance of the Chiang family as if something had happened. Everyone was pointing at the people in the courtyard.

Village Chief Chiang Hua was in his fifties. He was dressed in white cotton clothes. There were a few strands of silver hair on his temples. The wrinkles at the corner of his eyes were even more obvious. He stood at the door with a frown. Behind him, four people were carrying something. There was a layer of white cloth covering it that no one could see. However, one could vaguely see a burnt finger in the white cloth.

"Zhang Zhaorong, come out for a while." Chiang Hua, the village chief, called out Madame Zhang's real name.

Madame Zhang was resting in the yard. When she heard Chiang Hua's voice, she hurried to the door. She saw the village chief and the landlord, Chen Mao, had arrived.

"Village chief, why are you looking for me?" Usually, Chiang Hua would not come here for no reason. Madame Zhang also wondered why he came to her early in the morning.

Chiang Hua sighed. "Let's go in and talk."

After saying that, he walked past Madame Zhang into the yard. Chen Mao and the other four carried a stretcher. They also followed him in.

Madame Zhang was at a loss when she arrived in the yard. "Chief, what's going on? Tell me."

Chiang Hua sighed again. He wanted to tell her what had happened, but he could not. He waved his hand and pointed at the person on the stretcher. "See for yourself."

Madame Zhang had a bad feeling in her heart. She walked towards the stretcher step by step and slowly removed the white cloth.

On the stretcher, there was a burnt body. The clothes on the body were no longer burnt. It had been burnt beyond recognition.

"Mao Ping and I saw this on the mountain when we went up this morning." Chiang Hua sighed. "I heard that your second brother has not returned after two days of hunting in the mountain. There is no shortage of people in the village. Only your second brother is not here..."

Madame Zhang felt pain in her heart. She felt the world spinning around her. Her body went limp and she sat on the ground. Then she threw herself onto the burnt corpse and wailed.

"My son, you are still so young. Why did you leave just like that...? My son..."

Madame Zhang cried until she was about to die. Her tears could not stop flowing out of her eyes. She lay on the burnt corpse and refused to come down. She hugged the corpse tightly.