“Young Master, what should I do now? Your aunt is really good, why don’t you send two servants out to help?”
Zhang Jinlan couldn’t see it either, and she muttered a few words in a low voice.
But his eyes were fixed on the broken silver on the ground, and his saliva was about to flow out.
There is a piece of silver in it that is her wages!
“Please carry my mother to the coffin shop. I’ll add one or two more.”
The boy seemed to know that crying was useless.
He wiped away tears with his sleeve.
His eyes were full of hatred.
He bent down and picked up the broken silver pieces one by one.
“Okay!” Hearing the extra money, Jiang Fubao saw that his grandma seemed to have been injected with chicken blood.
He carried the body and left.
There is no coffin shop on this street, after all, it is something that is used by dead people.
Rich people are taboo.
The three of them came to Wanlu Street.
This place seems to be an ancient slum.
Compared with the streets just now, it seems like a sudden flash of the modern city center to a village in the city.
The gap is too big!
On Wanlu Street, there are inns, those who buy and sell cattle and horses, servants, and those who rent horse carriages and ox carriages.
As well as renting porters, recruiting casual workers, etc.
Here is a mixture of fish and dragons.
There are all kinds of people.
Of course, there are the most poor people.
“Humph–“
“Young Master, there is the largest coffin shop in the town in front of you. I’ll carry it there for you.” Zhang Jinlan was so tired that she was panting.
As time goes by, the corpse on the back becomes harder and harder, and the woman’s hands gradually become colder.
She felt panicked.
If it weren’t for these two taels of silver.
How dare she carry a corpse?
It seemed that he thought of the fields where he could not grow rice and his eldest grandson who was short of money, Zhang Jinlan made a concerted effort.
Carry the body into the coffin shop.
“Oh, I’m so tired. Young Master, give me the bag. It’s getting late, and I have to go back to the village with my granddaughter.”
Zhang Jinlan is actually not in a hurry, she is just afraid that this little kid will lose money.
It’s not easy to ask for money.
After all, my mother just died.
I can only ask for the account indirectly.
“Grandma, the doctor’s grandfather came to the village before the New Year. He said that only those who were poisoned would have their mouths and fingers. Why is this aunt also black? Is the aunt poisoned?”
Jiang Fubao’s child voice suddenly appeared in the coffin shop.It sounded still.
The boy was stunned on the spot.
He walked to the corpse and inspected it carefully, as if he had confirmed Jiang Fubao’s words.
He raised his head, the hatred and anger on his face blended, but with a hint of forbearance.
Jiang Fubao knows.
The boy in front of him should have a clear idea, and she didn’t give him any reminders.
As early as the moment when Grandma carried the woman on her back, she started to diagnose the woman’s pulse.
After all, if you have no breath at the tip of your nose, it doesn’t mean you are dead.
Maybe it’s a coma.
After confirming that the woman’s pulse had stopped beating, Jiang Fubao was attracted by the woman’s black and purple fingers.
You should know that only patients with heart and lung diseases will have purple lips and fingers.
But the woman did not have clubbing fingers.
Stool eliminates purple caused by illness.
Then there is only the last one left.
Poisoning!
But why did the doctor just now say that the woman died of exhaustion of energy during childbirth?
Are you really unable to see the simple symptoms of poisoning?
It is not a simple person to be able to open such a large clinic.
If you can’t get your pulse, Jiang Fubao can’t determine how the woman’s body is.
Anyway, she didn’t believe the doctor.