Daming King of Punishment

Chapter 1: The Death of Song Wuya

Chapter 1: The Death of Song Wuya

"How about this, village chief. Organize a few people and search along the upper reaches to find out where the river is blocked. If you find that the river is about to rush down, immediately ring the gong to notify everyone so that everyone It was swept away by the incoming water." Song Wuya thought for a while, and felt that it would be better to be on the safe side, otherwise the disaster that would happen would be much more serious than destroying the fields.

The village head nodded: "Young Master Song is right, I will do it now."

It was noon soon, and the sun was high in the sky. Many people's clothes were already soaked, but no one was willing to stop to rest.Because they all know that this is a terrible thing, and they must not slack off.

By the evening, everyone was exhausted.But at this moment, the sound of a gong beating suddenly came from afar.

The village head and Song Wuya immediately looked at each other, they were shocked and shouted hastily.

"Everyone come up! Get out of the river quickly."

Everyone didn't know what was going on, but seeing Song Wuya and the village head panicked, they immediately climbed up the river with tools.In just a short while, everyone climbed up from the river.

"Two tigers, come up quickly!"

Suddenly, there was a scream, and Song Wuya immediately turned his head to look.But in the river, a half-grown boy was trying his best to climb up from the river.But after this day's work, his two arms seemed to be filled with lead, and he couldn't even lift them up, let alone have the strength to climb up.

His parents were shouting loudly on the shore, Song Wuya looked up to the upstream, but saw that the water was already rushing down, and he could even hear the deafening roar in his ears.

Immediately, Song Wuya ran straight over and shouted loudly: "Get off the shore!"

It's only a meter deep river, but for this boy who is only more than one meter high, it is really difficult to climb up.Before he had time to think about it, Song Wuya immediately grabbed the pickaxe from the father of the two tigers, and jumped into it.He immediately leaned the pickaxe against the bank, pulled Erhu and let him climb up.Song Wuya supported him, and the two tigers climbed up in the blink of an eye.

It was just this moment of effort, the water flow had already come, extremely turbulent.Song Wuya hurriedly threw the pickaxe up, and crawled towards the shore.

"Mr. Song, come up quickly, come up quickly."

The villagers shouted loudly. They saw the water flowing, and no one dared to step forward.Erhu's father stepped forward and stretched out his hand to pull Song Wuya, but at this moment, the piece of soil that Song Wuya was holding on to directly cracked, and he turned over and fell into it.

Before Erhu's father could be caught in time, the dam made of stones was directly washed away by the raging river.For a moment, countless stones were mixed in the water, rushing towards Song Wuya, and within a blink of an eye, Song Wuya was submerged.

"Young Master Song!"

This sudden scene shocked everyone, they didn't expect Song Wuya to be washed away by the river like this.

Zhao Da quickly ran to the river, and the raging water hit the bank, splashing a large amount of water.The river channel, which was more than five feet deep, was actually filled directly by the river water.

Things happened so fast that no one had time to do anything.At this moment, they watched the river rushing in front of them helplessly, but there was nothing they could do.

"Young Master Song... he just... just disappeared? Ah!"

Zhao Da's iron-clad man actually burst into tears at this moment.He knelt down on the shore and wept bitterly.Situ Wen, who stayed in the village to help take care of the children, didn't know all this happened.

Seeing Zhao Da kneel down, the villagers followed suit.Especially the two tigers, who cried so much that they passed out.Song Wuya encountered such a disaster just to save him, one can imagine how much grief he must have felt in his heart.

Seeing that it was already dark and Song Wuya was swept away by the river, Zhao Da didn't dare to go home.He really didn't know how to tell Situ Wen about this after he went back.Situ Wen definitely couldn't accept this fact.

"Hey! Mr. Song is a good man! For the sake of Erhu, he even put his own life on the line. Everyone, go get some incense. Tonight we will pay homage to Mr. Song." The village chief said loudly to the crowd in grief.

He first bowed to the river bank three times, then turned around and walked towards the village.

Today's night is extraordinarily bright, there is not a trace of cloud in the sky, and the moon is like a jade plate hanging high in the sky, shining brightly.

Every household lit their lamps, and countless people came to the shore with their lanterns.But Zhao Da didn't dare to go home for a long time, he really didn't know how to tell Situ Wen the news.

Seeing that it was already past dinner time, Zhao Da was squatting in a corner outside the village with exhaustion all over his body.

After hesitating outside the village for a long time, Zhao Da still made up his mind and walked towards home.

Back home, as expected, Situ Wen immediately stepped forward and asked, "Why haven't the people in the village come back? It sounded like there was some movement just now. Why didn't the neighbor come to take the child away? By the way, Brother Zhao, no What about Ya? Why didn't you come back with you?"

Situ Wen asked several questions with a straight face, making Zhao Da prepare for a long time, but he couldn't say it when it came to his mouth.

And Situ Wen was not a fool, seeing Zhao Da's hesitation to speak at the moment, she guessed in her heart that something might have happened to Song Wuya.Immediately she asked in panic: "Brother Zhao, what happened to Wu Ya? Did something happen to him?"

Facing Situ Wen's questioning, Zhao Da suddenly squatted on the ground, sighed and cried, "Hey! It's all my fault, I didn't take good care of Mr. Song. Mr. Song..."

"What happened to Wu Ya?" Situ Wen asked anxiously.

"He was washed away by the river in order to save... the two tigers in the village!" Zhao Da finally mustered up the courage to speak out about it.

Situ Wen suddenly slumped down on a chair beside her, staring at the front in a daze, and it took a long time for her to shed tears.

When Zhao Da's wife heard this, the expression on her face was also extremely surprised. She watched Situ Wen run back into the house, and hurriedly asked, "Why did this happen?"

"Hey!" Zhao Da sighed, but didn't speak any more.

Seeing this, his wife immediately said: "You watch the children here, I'll go and see Miss Situ, don't let her think about going with Mr. Song."

After finishing speaking, she immediately chased him out and followed Situ Wen into the house.Situ Wen was already in tears at this moment, and her expression was in a daze.When Mrs. Zhao saw this, she was naturally distressed, and hurried over to comfort her.

"Miss Situ, you have to mourn. Mr. Song left for our village, you must not do stupid things. If you have any troubles, how can you let us people, Song, who is under the nine springs? Tell me, sir?" Mrs. Zhao is just a peasant woman, she can't explain this truth, and that's all she can do to persuade her right now.

Situ Wen kept crying and didn't say a word. Mrs. Zhao was really worried and didn't dare to leave her, for fear that she would do something stupid.

The night passed like this, and the next morning, the river had returned to calm. Because the river course had been cleaned up in advance, the ferocious river did not flood, which saved Xiaohuang Village from a disaster.

The village chief called the men in the village early. He stood on the stone platform in the center of the village, looked at the people and said loudly: "Mr. Song was washed away by the river because of our village. Now, we have no way to wash his body away." The life is saved, the only thing we can do is to find his body so that he can be buried in the ground. Presumably Mr. Song's spirit in heaven will help us. Mr. Song's wish before his death is that we plant winter wheat. We have no idea In the future, everything must be done according to his wishes."

"Yes! The village chief is right."

After hearing the words of the village chief, the villagers responded one after another.Seeing the villagers' reaction, the village chief continued: "Now every household donates a piece of wood. Let's build a good coffin for Mr. Song!"

The villagers did not have any objections to the words of the village chief, and everyone agreed.

The village head made arrangements for the villagers, and Zhao Da led the people along the drinking road to find Song Wuya's body.The village head led some villagers who knew carpentry and stayed to make a coffin for him.

A group of people walked out of the village in a mighty manner, and they searched carefully along the river.There are boats running in the river, and there are people on both sides exploring with long bamboo poles.And the same as the bank, the villagers searched carefully along the river bank.

The whole day, until the evening, the villagers returned to the village dejectedly.

"How is it?" The village chief asked anxiously after watching the crowd come back.

Zhao Da shook his head helplessly and said: "We have searched for more than 40 miles, and we are almost out of Jinnan County, but we still haven't found it."

"Oh! What a good way to do this!" The village chief suddenly stomped his feet and shouted. Now that they couldn't even find Song Wuya's body, how could they be worthy of Song Wuya's spirit in heaven.

The villagers lowered their heads and said nothing. They were obviously ashamed of such a thing.They felt sorry for Song Wuya's kindness, and they all felt ashamed to come back.

The village chief looked at the crowd and waved his hands helplessly: "Forget it, you have all done your best. Just go find it tomorrow. Ask people around along the way, and you must find Mr. Song's body as soon as possible. If it is destroyed , what face do we have to comfort Mr. Song's spirit in heaven!"

The village chief breathed a sigh of relief and then slowly got up: "Everyone, go back and rest, and continue to search tomorrow morning. We will try our best to find Mr. Song's body."

Chapter 1