The little mute helplessly grabbed Zhang Dabiao's sleeves and pointed at his throat.
Seeing this, the mute father hurriedly came to him and looked at Zhang Dabiao again.
"Brother Zhang, my son's face doesn't look very good. Is your medicine effective?"
"Don't worry, this is a normal phenomenon. In a few days, he will be able to speak." Zhang Dabiao reassured.
After comforting the mute father, he began to instruct the little mute again, "Be sure to drink more water these days. A moist throat is conducive to recovery. Do you understand?"
The little mute nodded gratefully, but didn't know what to do in return.
After thinking for a while, he drank all the water on the table.
I don’t want Zhang Dabiao’s hard work to be in vain, so just listen to him obediently, which is the best reward for him.
After drinking a glass of water, the little mute really felt that his throat felt much better.
Seeing that his expression improved, the big stone hanging in the heart of the mute father dropped.
The days after that were no different from usual.
Zhang Dabiao checks the recovery of the little mute's voice every day, while the mute father goes to work in the fields as usual.
Such an ordinary life reminded Zhang Dabiao of his time in Liucun.
Under Zhang Dabiao's careful care, the little mute's voice is getting better day by day.
One morning, Zhang Dabiao had just returned from collecting herbs in the mountains when he heard a strange voice calling his name.
"Uncle Zhang, I...I can finally speak."
He didn't realize who the person was calling him. When he turned around, he saw that it was the little mute.
"Little mute, can you speak now?"
"Well, I'm just not very skilled. I never dreamed that I would be able to speak one day. Thank you so much!"
"What's the matter? You guys have helped me a lot during this time. Helping you is what I should do. I'm afraid of causing trouble to you. By the way, does your father know about this?"
"Not yet. He has gone to work and I haven't had time to find him yet."
"When he comes back, he will definitely be very happy to know about this."
The little mute saw that he was carrying a basket on his back, so he quickly took it and offered to help him organize the herbs.
Zhang Dabiao didn't refuse, so he packed up with him at the door and waited for the mute father to come back.
Before I had finished processing the medicinal materials in my hand, I heard crying in the distance.
"Did something happen again?" Zhang Dabiao said as he walked out.
As soon as they went out, they happened to run into Lou Yi and Liu Lan, who were also attracted by the crying.
"Zhang Dabiao, do you know what happened over there?"
Zhang Dabiao didn't know either and shook his head at him.
But he could more or less guess what happened. It was probably another villager's death.
He didn't dare to say anything without confirmation, so he followed the sound with them.
At this time, many people had gathered at the entrance of the village.
"Look at how they died, it's so miserable."
"Don't you think the way they died is weird, like..."
"Just like when old man Li died, his appearance was not much different."
"Yes, yes, that's what I want to say."
"Our village was fine before, but since the outsiders came, a lot of things have happened."
"You mean, this matter has something to do with strangers?"
Lou Yi felt uncomfortable after hearing their conversation.
Even if this matter has something to do with them, it should be Zhang Dabiao's fault.
Who made him cause such a big fuss as soon as he came and got involved with them for no reason?
The more he thought about it, the more unhappy he became, so he simply retorted, "That's nonsense. We are here on important matters. Whether you are unlucky or not, what does it have to do with us?"
It was just a few complaints in private, but when the owner heard it, the villagers felt embarrassed and unwilling to be taught a lesson by him.
"Aren't we right? What happened in the village has nothing to do with you?"
"Okay, then you should make it clear what their death has to do with us, tell me!"
Lou Yi stepped forward step by step, but the man kept backing away, not even wanting to look at him, as if he was afraid of getting something dirty on him.
"Before you came, nothing happened in our village. As soon as you came, several people died. Do you dare to say that it has nothing to do with you?"
"Then you should provide evidence. It's not that easy to frame us with empty words. If you let me hear such words again when it's important, I'll teach you a lesson."
"Come if you can!" The man called others over, "Come and see, these foreigners can't stand me and are going to beat them up. In front of so many people, I don't believe it.
You dare to attack me."
Really unable to swallow this breath, Lou Yi stepped forward to teach him a lesson, but Liu Lan stopped him in time.
Having known Lou Yi for so long, Liu Lan knew that he always kept his word.
What's more, being framed like this now makes her feel uncomfortable, let alone Lou Yi.
"Lou Yi, please calm down and don't forget the purpose of our coming here!"
"But they."
Lou Yi tried hard to calm down, and his tight lips could tell how angry he was now.
Unlike him who acted impulsively, Zhang Dabiao came to the body and began to check the condition of the body.
This time more people died than last time, two died, and the remaining one was still breathing weakly.
When such a big thing happened, the village chief came to the scene in a hurry.
Three corpses were lying on the ground at the entrance of their village. The village chief looked very ugly.
"Who can tell me what happened?"
Next to one of the corpses, a woman with disheveled hair sat with tears on her face. She must have cried.
Seeing the village chief coming, he hurriedly came over and asked him to administer justice for him.
"Village chief, you have to seek justice for me. My Tiezhu went up the mountain to cut firewood. How can I live if this happens?"
"What happened to the other two people?"
"The three of them made an appointment to go up the mountain, and they got into trouble together."
The more the woman spoke, the more aggrieved she became, and others felt sad when they saw her.
The village is so big and everyone knows about women.
This woman is a poor person. Her parents died in an accident when she was young, and her elderly grandmother raised her.
As grandma gets older, she can only go to the family home and go to dinner with a shameful face.
Even the clothes on her body were leftovers from other people's homes and were left for her.
I finally grew up and found a good husband to get married, but I never had a child and was rejected by my mother-in-law.
Now, the family's only supporter has fallen again, how can she not collapse?
The village chief frowned and looked at Zhang Dabiao, as if wanting to see what he would say.
He did nothing wrong. Zhang Dabiao was not afraid of ghosts knocking on the door and said calmly: "Village chief, among the three of them, one of them is still breathing."
"What nonsense are you talking about? Save people!" the village chief said anxiously.
Others don't know what to do, so the village chief makes arrangements.
Everyone present believed that as long as he survived, he would definitely know some useful information.
While they were arguing, Zhang Dabiao briefly checked the man's body.