Bizarre Cultivation: Starting from Being Beaten Up by Reality

Chapter 87 Agricultural Laws of the Great Qian Dynasty

"Brother Xiaofan, what are you doing? Auntie is already dead, why are you doing this?" Lin Yue'er ran over breathlessly and saw Lin Fan frantically digging at the grave. She couldn't help but shout.

Lin Fan was furious. He grabbed Lin Yue'er's arm tightly and pulled her towards him, causing the girl's wrist to ache from the grip.

"Why would I do this? Look at yourself!"

Lin Yue'er was initially hesitant to look, but Lin Fan held her tightly and kept calling out to her, so she had no choice but to open her eyes and look.

Lin Fan had already torn off some of the burial clothes, revealing Lin Shuixiu's body, which had completely turned into a wooden body. Her finger joints were like round logs, like those of a puppet.

Her face seemed no different from when she was alive, but upon closer inspection, it was indeed a lifelike wooden sculpture of a head.

The coffin, which had been buried for a long time, had no stench of decay, only a musty smell of wood.

Lin Yue'er screamed, her mouth agape for a long time before she calmed down, "Brother Xiao Fan, this, this, could it be that Fourth Aunt isn't dead? Is this a dummy?"

Lin Fan calmed down a bit, his eyes turning icy cold. He shook his head. "No, this is my mother. She didn't die of lovesickness; she was murdered! I'm going to find her killer and avenge her!"

After Lin Fan finished speaking, he turned around and ran in one direction.

Lin Yue'er watched Lin Fan's departing figure, opened her mouth, but couldn't say a word. How did things turn out this way? She hoped Lin Fan could stop and rest for a while.

When Lin Fan had just recovered, he wanted to get out of bed, but she insisted on experiencing what it was like to take care of someone, keeping him on the bed and feeding him medicine and meals every day. Lin Fan finally managed to relax for a few days, but before long, he was back to his old self.

Lin Yue'er always felt that if things continued like this, Lin Fan would completely run away from her side at some point.

She rubbed her wrist, which was bruised from being gripped, and looked at the messy gravesite. "Brother Xiaofan is eager for revenge, but I can't let Aunt Lin suffer like this."

Lin Yue'er first carefully went into the coffin to help Lin Shuixiu straighten her rumpled clothes, and then painstakingly closed the coffin lid. Next, she picked up a hoe that was only half-broken and slowly filled the surrounding soil back in.

The only old scholar in Bailin Village was leisurely basking in the autumn sun in his courtyard. He took out a water pipe and took a puff; besides the wealthy Lin, he was the only one in Bailin Village who could afford such a thing.

Life is so peaceful now. He was heartbroken for a long time after failing the imperial examination. Now, thinking about it, he's so content with his life that he wouldn't trade it for being a successful candidate in the imperial examination.

boom.

The gate to the courtyard was kicked open suddenly.

The old scholar jumped up from his reclining chair, shouting, "Who's there? Are you out of your mind? Do you even know who I am?!"

Lin Fan cupped his hands to the old scholar and said, "Third Uncle, I apologize for the offense, but I have some urgent matters to ask you."

"You, Xiao Fan? No...you?" The old scholar stared at the middle-aged man in surprise, and after a while, he recognized Lin Fan from his features. "Xiao Fan, what happened to you?"

Lin Fan didn't answer him. He wasn't there to chat with the old man. He immediately took out a gleaming silver coin and slapped it on the table. "I have some questions for Third Uncle. How did my mother die?"

Everyone loves money, especially such a large ingot, enough to cover the old scholar's family's expenses for two years.

But a scholar is a scholar after all, and he has to be polite when accepting gifts. He liked the money, but he didn't like Lin Fan's impatient attitude. He immediately pushed the money back a little, saying, "Xiao Fan, this old man can't accept gifts without merit. I won't accept this."

Lin Fan quickly made up a story, "My third uncle helped with my mother's funeral arrangements, so this money is to cover his expenses."

Upon hearing this, the old scholar's palms began to sweat. Lin Shuixiu's funeral was quite simple and wouldn't have required so much money. However, if he had truly paid for it, he would have accepted it without any guilt. But…

The old scholar had no choice but to tell the truth, "Actually, Xiao Fan, I originally borrowed your mother's coffin from the coffin shop. On the day of the burial, because no one paid for the coffin, the coffin shop owner stopped us from burying her. Even when I tried to buy it on credit in my own name, it didn't work. Fortunately, Yue'er escaped death and came back in time. She used her 'bride price' money to pay for the coffin and the labor of the villagers, and that resolved the crisis."

Lin Fan had no time to listen to these things. He pushed the silver over and said, "Third Uncle, I contributed my time and effort even if I didn't spend any money. Please stop talking about that and tell me how my mother died. Why did she turn into a piece of wood?"

Upon hearing this, the old scholar shuddered. "Xiao Fan, did you dig up your mother's grave? How could you do such a thing? Why didn't you ask me first?"

"I'm asking you, will you tell the truth?"

The old scholar pursed his lips and remained silent for a while before continuing, "According to the agricultural laws of the Great Qian Dynasty, all farmers must personally engage in spring planting and autumn harvesting, and must not rely on external means. The same applies to spinning and weaving. There are also regulations for looms; if they are too clever, they will invite divine punishment."

Having experienced many things, Lin Fan no longer jumps up and shouts that these are all feudal superstitions. Instead, he begins to ponder the rules behind them.

He confirmed with the old scholar, "That's why my mother became like that because she used such a cleverly designed loom."

The old scholar nodded: "That's right. I had someone dismantle that loom to prevent it from harming others."

Who demolished it?

“No one from other villages dared to do it; it was the hunter Niu Dadan who did it. He received a string of cash as payment, and Yue’er has already given it to him.”

“It’s Niu Dadan again. No, Uncle San, where did my mother get her loom? She couldn’t have afforded it, and she wouldn’t have suddenly wanted to weave for no reason.”

The old scholar dared not hesitate and quickly replied, "I really don't know. The neighbors also don't know where she got this. They just often heard the sound of weaving at your house during that time, but they didn't see any cloth being taken out."

Weird, so weird.

However, Lin Fan thought of the loom in Niu Dadan's house; the key to solving this problem still lay with him. Lin Fan couldn't help but regret not catching him this morning.

At the time, I didn't think finding the entrance was too urgent, so I planned to capture Niu Dadan without hurting anyone. If I had stabbed him half to death first, I definitely could have caught him then.

Lin Fan really wanted to rush over and grab Niu Dadan, but he had no idea where he was, so he decided to go back to the clinic first and ask Doctor Lei for help.

"Brother Lin, there's no need for that. If you want to know where Niu Dadan is, I'll just tell you."

Ma Sijiao appeared beside Lin Fan at some point, barefoot on the ground, the bells on his feet jingling. Seeing that Lin Fan ignored him, he wasn't annoyed and continued, "This matter is very simple. Just think about it for a moment and you'll know where Niu Dadan is."

Seeing Lin Fan hesitate for a moment, Ma Sijiao quickly sat on the low wall in front of him, her two small, white feet swinging back and forth. "Same old rule, give me a kiss here, then tell your brother, hee hee."