The burns of hops were much scarier than Jia Lian expected.

Especially the hop-like face, it has almost burned beyond recognition.

But the girl was still alive. She opened her deformed eyes and found her father and mother's faces, looked at her with difficulty, and even tried to open her mouth to speak.

Qu Siping and his wife were so sad that they cried bitterly. Jia Lian endured it for a long time but still couldn't control his tears.

As a modern person who has never experienced major disasters, it is difficult for Jia Lian to face such a creepy cruel scene.

At this time, the important role of the old military doctor was shown. He seemed to be on the battlefield, facing a general with a strong enemy, and immediately cheered up and took the initiative:

"If you want to save people, go out quickly!

Leave a female family member who can help you. Longer, stay at the door. If I say I want, you will be there at the door."

His decisiveness made Jia Lian feel hope:

"Okay! I'll listen to you!"

After helping Qu Siping out of the house, he looked back at the hop girl who was so sick that she was only skinny and boneless. Jia Lian felt that he was not a "female family member who could help", so he asked Qu Siping if there were relatives here.

Qu Siping sighed and tears flowed:

"We are outsiders, so there are no relatives in the local area."

Jia Lian asked again:

"Then...who is the wife of a guy's family capable and reliable? Find two."

Qu Siping seemed to have caught a life-saving straw:

"This one has! This one has! Lao Han! Lao Mu! It's all for his two families."

Jia Lian turned around and asked:

"Who is Lao Han and Lao Mu?"

Among the guys, there was a short, silly and honest man who was timid and harsh, and first responded: "My surname is Han."

The big-mouthed man standing next to him also responded muffled: "Mu Lao Tuo."

Jia Lian nodded:

"Now, call your two wives to come and help.

I have been here these days. The doctor from the Lao Han family helped the doctor to help Jogs, and the Lao Mu family accompanied Jogs' mother.

Give them a salary each day, the amount is the same as you two.

After the rescue, I have an extra reward.

You two are responsible for leading the mate here and carefully taking care of the boiling pot yard. Except for Longer, everyone is not allowed to go out, not enter, and not enter the house that has been burned."

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Jia Lian knew that he should go to the fire scene to take a look, but more importantly, he was to keep the person.

Jogg's life is at stake, and Qu Siping and his wife must be able to withstand this disaster.

Jia Lian has experienced this torment of waiting for news of his relatives' life and death outside the emergency room, which is too uncomfortable.

On his eighteenth birthday in his previous life, he sat alone in the empty corridor of the hospital, clenched his fists anxiously, lying on the wall of the hospital, bursting into tears.

Grandpa’s illness was strange and urgent, and the hospital immediately issued a critical illness notice.

However, his father Jia Xinhua was called by the captain of the cleaning brigade early in the morning to help his son's wedding. Jia Liancheng called him more than 30 pages, but no one of them replied.

He could only silence his throat and face the wall, praying all the gods and Buddhas all over the sky, making countless great wishes, hoping to ask for his grandfather's life.

As long as he can get his life back, Jia Liancheng is willing to do anything, even if he has to trade his own life.

He couldn't bear to leave this relative who loved him the most.

Grandpa had not had time to wait for him to grow up, and he had the ability to let his grandpa live a good life.

He hated that he was incapable of having no ability and didn't have time to let his grandfather enjoy a comfortable and comfortable life.

The anxious torture made him hope and afraid.

In his memory, almost all his life was only his father who complained every day and this grandfather who depended on him.

There are so few people who give him love. He cannot bear to lose it anymore.

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It is precisely because of this torment that Jia Lian feels that he has the obligation to stay by Qu Siping's side.

Companionship is also a kind of power.

The power that can support people.

Looking at Qu Siping sitting on the kang and holding his head dejectedly, Jia Lian walked over and sat next to him:

"If you have experience with the doctors brought by Longer, you can rest assured. At this time, it is useless to be anxious, but it will cause trouble.

I believe that God will not let down those who work hard, and good will be rewarded."

After a while, Qu Siping shook his head:

"This is our retribution! A retribution against heaven!"

He raised his head, his face was dead, and his eyes were staring straight at the roof:

"This land is destined not to belong to our old Qu family. We are against the will of heaven."

Jia Lian reached out and patted Qu Siping on the shoulder:

"Don't think about it all, the hops are still supported, you can't fall down."

Qu Siping sighed, infinitely depressed:

"The hops are so pitiful! This child has eaten our robbery. Oh my God! Retribution is on me! Don't take care of innocent people who are tired..."

He seemed to be in great pain, closed his eyes, grinned, shook his head in pain, and talked about a past event many years ago.

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Eighty-seven years ago, Qu Siping's father Qu Qian came to the capital with his family to join relatives and friends. Unexpectedly, he learned that his relatives had gone to another place and were in a dilemma. A kind-hearted person introduced Qu Qian to a wine-making pot in Tongzhou as a clerk.

Qu Qian is a thoughtful person who can endure hardships. He spent a full twenty-nine years learning the ability to make wine and saved up a lot of hard-earned money.

About fifty years ago, after the "East Road Roast Pot" in Tongzhou area, the western Beijing area gradually emerged because of its unique water source.

Especially in the Yuquan Mountain area, the mountain has lush vegetation, extremely clear water quality and sweet taste, making it the first choice for cooking pots.

Qu Qian saw Yuquan Mountain and used all his savings to buy this land and built the current "Fu Water Boiling Pot" in the upper reaches of the Yubei River where this Yuquan flowed out.

Unexpectedly, the roasting pot had just begun to take shape, and the local large family Xiang family also saw the way to make money by making wine. However, seeing that the best water source was bought by Qu Qian, she wanted to rely on the advantages of the land and the large tribe's people to seize this land and drive away Qu Qian, an outsider.

They came to stir up trouble during the day, harassed at night, and spread rumors around, forcing Qu Qian to go desperate and had to offer to sell the land to the Xiang family.

Unexpectedly, Xiang Shan, the leader of the Xiang family, didn't even want to pay the money, but instead instructed the person who sold the land to Qu Qian and sued him in the yamen, slandering him for using fake silver that had been filled with lead when he bought the land.

A lawsuit was endless, and Qu Qian was at the end of his life. At this time, Xiang Shan was crazy about proposing a method he learned from the gangsters:

It is required that both parties sign a life-and-death case on a certain month and a day, and all relatives and friends of the tribe will be present. In the middle of the venue, they will set up a huge pot of firewood and fill it with vegetable oil.

When the whole pot of oil is boiling, if no one in the Qu family dares to jump into the oil pan, they must unconditionally roll out of the Yuquan area and not take a single piece of grass away.

Qu Qian saw that thirty years of hard work turned into a bubble, and he didn't know how to live a penniless life in a foreign land after he lost his "Fu Water Boiling Pot". In despair, he committed suicide by hanging his beam in the middle of the night.

Fortunately, Qu Siping, who was going to the toilet, was discovered and saved his life.

At that time, Qu Siping was only seven years old and did not understand his father Qu Qian's desperate situation, but he would never forget how his fourteen-year-old brother Qu Si'an jumped into the boiling oil pan in front of hundreds of people.

From a living person, he instantly turned into a charred corpse like a fried dough stick.

Amid everyone's screams, the "Fu Water Boiling Pot" was saved, but Qu Qian was frightened crazy.

He never went out again, and he just stayed in the pot room every day, unable to see oil, and could not eat a little oil-stained thing. Except for his wife and Qu Siping, he could not see any outsiders. Otherwise, he would hit his head desperately, and he would burst into blood and roar madly: "Fry him with oil!"

He is normal only when making wine.

Until late one night when he was fifty-three, he was so exhausted that he had no oil and had no more than two taels of meat left on his body.

Qu Qian's wife struggled to support her family's plan. In the third year after Qu Qian's death, she vomited blood to death.

The whole family fought for this pot. Qu Siping, who was only seventeen years old, gritted his teeth and carried the burden until today.

Qu Siping covered his hands on his heart:

"I know, this is done by the Xiang family again, and they have never stopped over the years.

Last time they colluded with Su Yazi, and it was also for my land and this water source.

Second Master, I am not afraid of you making jokes. Over the years, I... I, a beast, have always held my elder brother's body that was fried thoroughly and forced them back...

I'm not a human, but I can't help...

When my father was dying, he was not crazy. He told me: Your elder brother's body cannot be buried. It is a testimony. Only it can suppress the Xiang family. Don't tell your elder brother to die in vain, otherwise his spirit in heaven will not let you go. You have to guard this "Fu Water Boiler" for me even if you live or die. This is my lifelong hard work. Don't let me feel at ease if I die."

Jia Lian felt cold sweat burst into tears on his back when he heard this.

This... this is so creepy! Ghost stories don't bring you so perverted.
To be continued...