The two treasures of the farm family cannot be offended by the mother who is a miracle doctor.

The four of them had come to see the fruit sold by Ye's family yesterday. It was surprisingly expensive. One pound cost more than ten taels of silver, which cost them half a year's wages. How could they afford it?

It's a blessing to have a taste now.

This piece must have weighed a kilogram. Oh my god, after one gulp, the ten taels of silver notes were gone.

When the man saw Ye Nitang bribing Jiang Yan and the government officials with fruits, he stopped crying and stood up, raising his fists to hit them.

"Ye Nitang, why are you suing us? It's obvious that your fruit was poisonous and poisoned my father to death. You murdered my father. You should pay the money."

Ye Qinghong put his small body in front of the eldest sister and glared at the man, "Since we started selling fruit yesterday, no one has been poisoned after eating it, but you guys got poisoned after eating it. Isn't this intentional slander? What is it?"

The tactics of these people were exactly the same as those when they wronged his parents and eldest sister a year ago. It was really abominable.

The man quibbled: "That's because Ye Nitang didn't poison anyone else, she just poisoned my father, just like when she poisoned the noodle shop. It was all intentional."

The old woman then roared, "My son is right. My old man was fine this morning. He just took a bite of fruit here and died. Wasn't it you who killed him, or was it someone else?"

"If you want to slander someone, you have to prepare evidence." Ye Nitang patted Ye Qinghong and asked him to go to the back to watch the show. "You said I poisoned you, then tell me what kind of poison I made and how I poisoned it. Where was it? How did you prove that he didn’t take poison before he came?”

The old woman shouted harshly, "Everyone in the town knows that you are making poison. You are the one who poisoned the people who ate the noodles at your house."

Ye Nitang looked at the old woman with a sneer, "Your tone is so sure. Could it be that you were there at the time? Did you see the poisoner with your own eyes?"

Then you are really sinister enough. If you saw someone poisoning my noodle shop and didn't stop him, you would be considered an accomplice and an accomplice. "

She finished speaking sternly and looked at Jiang Yan, "Mayor Jiang, the two of them saw the person who poisoned my noodle shop. Please take them back to the town government office and torture them to see if they are in the same group?"

Jiang Yan's eyes flashed with light, he stared at the old woman and the man, and shouted fiercely, "Come here, these two people are related to the poisoning case at Ye's Noodle House, arrest them!"

"No, Mr. Mayor, it was Ye Nitang who wronged me. We don't know the person who poisoned him. We didn't see him."

"It was Ye Nitang's poison. Where did we see it?"

The two of them shrank together in fright, kowtowed to Jiang Yan and begged for mercy.

"Since you didn't see it, why do you insist that it was Miss Ye who poisoned me?"

Jiang Yan raised his hand and surrounded the two government officials, and stopped at the same time, but he stood and did not leave.

Looking at the government servant who looked like a murderous god, the man's voice was weak and his eyes were full of guilt. "Everyone else said that, and we just listened to what others said."

The woman also said: "What we heard is none of our business."

"That is also the crime of spreading rumors," Ye Nitang said, looking at the crowd of onlookers. "From now on, whoever says that I, Ye Nitang, poisoned others is just watching me harm others and not stopping them. They are my accomplices and I You all have to accompany me when I’m in jail. If I’m going to be exiled, I’ll take you with me to Beihuang to build a wall of human flesh.”

The melon-eaters shrank involuntarily, and they spread gossip. How could they become accomplices?

Ye Nitang's sarcastic eyes swept across their evasive and panicked faces, and said loudly to Ye Qinghong: "Pay attention. If you hear anyone saying that I poisoned someone in the future, go to the town government and sue them, saying that they are my accomplices. Help me poison people, and I will bite them to back them up."

If you want to watch the fun, then pay the price.

The corners of Ye Qinghong's mouth raised. His heart had never been so happy, so he shouted at the top of his lungs, "Whoever wrongly accuses my eldest sister of poisoning, I will go to the county government to sue him for slander!"

People who eat melons didn’t expect that today’s melons would be hard to chew.

Pushing each other, they retreated.

Those who came to buy fruit from outside saw Ye Nitang and Jiang Yan eating while talking. They had almost finished the big grape watermelon on the table.

Without any further hesitation, he ran to Bai Wei's place and asked her to weigh him quickly so that he wouldn't be able to buy it later.

As for the poison, well, people have used their own bodies to prove that it is no longer poisonous. If they are still fighting, they are no different from fools.

Soon, Bai Wei's Goudan Niang Ye Qinghong and Luo Junning became busy again.

Jiang Yan looked at Ye Nitang's slightly arrogant round face, and the corners of his cold mouth curled back.

He looked at the man and the old woman with oppressive eyes and a fierce look.

"Arrest these two people who spread rumors and give each of them thirty boards as punishment."

The four cadres who eat comfortably have thick arms full of strength.

He bent down to catch the man and the old woman.

The two shrunk and crawled to Jiang Yan on their knees, their eyes full of fear.

"This is unfair, Mr. Mayor, you can't judge the case like this. My father is still lying on the ground. You should find the murderer for us!"

"Sir, my old man died unjustly. You should take Ye Nitang back and torture him!"

Jiang Yan didn't say anything, but picked up a piece of cooked sweet potato and ate it.

The day before yesterday, when he went to the village to check the effectiveness of the fireweed medicine, he met Lin Changhe and a girl who persuaded the villagers to plant flowers. They also told the villagers that the sweet potatoes could yield 10,000 kilograms per mu.

As long as they plant flowers, give them sweet potato seedlings.

At that time, he really wanted to go to the county government and ask Ye Nitang, how could he allow his servant to lie like this?

If such a big fruit can produce 10,000 kilograms per acre, wouldn't the soil be full of red-skinned fruits?

From now on, the people of Dayu will not starve to death but starve to death.

Seeing that he was not trying the case but eating non-stop, Ye Nitang walked up to him and whispered, "You will become thin after eating too much!"

"Humph." Another lie.

Jiang Yan glanced at her faintly and ate even more happily.

He wanted to see if a few fruits could satisfy him.

"Forget it if you don't believe me," Ye Nitang raised his eyebrows and looked at the two people at Jiang Yan's feet, "You two look at your faces and you are not the old man's wife and son. You used his life to slander me. According to the general According to the laws of Yu State, he has committed fraud and murder, both of which are serious and unforgivable crimes. When he is exiled to Beihuang, he will build a wall of flesh to resist the Beixiong people."

"Nonsense, we don't have one, he is my father."

"My old man, this bad woman killed you, and she said we are not your wife and children, so she doesn't want to compensate you!"

The two of them were holding the body and weeping incessantly. Their sincere look did not look fake at all.

Ye Nitang waved to the four government officials and asked them to pull away. She looked over the old man's body and found that it was already cold.

She wouldn't have saved him if it wasn't for Liang. If he used his life to frame her, he deserved to die.

She looked at the old man's nails and saw that they were full of silt. There were no calluses on the nails that farmers had worn out with farm tools over the years. There was thick silt deposited on the soles of his feet and armpits. Only beggars would be so dirty and sloppy.

She raised her eyebrows and looked at the man and the old woman, "One of the three moles on his thigh is missing. Did you dig it out?"