Tian Zhaodi, with a fearful expression, said, "Yuan Chun and I don't know what's wrong with Zhao Zhiqing. We came to pick mushrooms, walked over, and saw Zhao Zhiqing lying on the ground in pain, bleeding from the seven orifices. We don't know if she was bitten by a snake."
Someone said, "Bleeding from the seven orifices, it must be poisoning."
Someone else said, "Who has the strength to help and carry Zhao Zhiqing down?"
"I've been feeling unwell these past two days, not strong enough."
"I'm on my period, it's inconvenient."
"I didn't have breakfast, my stomach is still empty."
...
Bleeding from the seven orifices, if she dies on your back, it would be so uncomfortable and unlucky. Everyone found excuses; no one wanted to carry Zhao Xue'e.
Besides, Zhao Xue'e, this vixen, had only been here a few days and had several men in the village fawning over her, which had already caused dissatisfaction among the women in the village. Who would still want to help her?
