Farming: I dressed up as a widow and beat my parents-in-law violently

"Thank you all for your help. Justice is in the heart of the people. I believe there are many good people in the world. Since she has run away, everyone should disperse."

After saying that, Yan Xia left here with Xiao Ji with a smile on her face.

From start to finish.

She didn't even blush.

Not only did she defeat Wang Lihua, but she also made the crowd think she was a kind person.

Praise her again and again.

"Zhao'er, don't cry. From now on, you can live a good life at your great-aunt's house as if you don't have this mother. When the school is built and classes start next year, your great-aunt will send you there to study!"

Walk halfway.

Yan Xia saw Zhao'er still crying.

He comforted her.

"Well, great-uncle, I won't cry anymore, Zhao'er won't cry anymore."

Zhaoer habitually wanted to wipe her tears with her sleeves, but recalling that she had just bought the clothes she was wearing, she couldn't bear to part with them, so she shook her head and tried to get rid of the tears on her face.

She looks so cute.

Yan Xia's heart softened.

She pinched Zhao'er's face gently, although there wasn't enough flesh.

It doesn’t have the chubby face of Tuanzi, and it feels so good.

Not bad either.

The three of them entered the gate of Yan Mansion.

His eyes came to the county government office in Shu County.

He Shanhu and his son almost bowed their heads in front of the official at the door.

"Excuse me, please let me see my grandson. You can use this money to have a drink."

The He family has been in business for generations. How could He Shanhu not understand these worldly things? After leaving home, he went back again and asked for six taels of silver from Wan's place.

At first, only two taels were given to the official.

Seeing the officials, he was unmoved.

He Shanhu could only grit his teeth and gave another two taels.

Then I was able to go see my grandson.

The two entered the county government office and, under the leadership of the official officer, walked towards the dungeon.

"You two go down by yourselves. Go in and turn to the left and you will see it. I'm waiting for you here. Remember, you only have one stick of incense, so hurry up and don't waste time!"

When the officer reached the door of the dungeon, his steps stopped.

All government dungeons have no windows, let alone ventilation, and the smell is indescribable. Officials really don’t want to go in and smell the smell unless they have to.

He urged the He family and his son.

Not forgetting to threaten.

"Yes, yes, little one, go in right now and I promise to come out right away."

He Shanhu bowed his back and was as flattering as a rootless eunuch.

After saying that, the two went down the stairs.

Entered the dungeon.

The further you go, the darker the dungeon becomes.

Although candles were lit on both sides, the light was weak.

There was no beating at all, and there seemed to be no wind at all.

The father and son of the He family walked forward slowly according to the official's instructions.

"Chi chi chi——"

"what--"

Suddenly, a hoarse roar made He Shanhu almost kneel on the ground in fright.

He turned around tremblingly.

"You brat, what are you yelling about? You scared me!"

It turned out that the roar was made by his son He Wanjiang.

"Dad, yes, there was a mouse! It crawled over my shoe, and it was such a big one!"

How could He Wanjiang ever suffer this crime? Ever since he could remember, his family had always had money to spend. Now he was in a dungeon, with a musty smell at the tip of his nose, dim vision in front of him, and a rat on top of that.

He was almost scared out of his wits, and his heart was tingling.

He Wanjiang pointed at the ground and shouted, wishing he could jump on his father's back.

"A rat scares you like this? There are snakes in the dungeon, let alone rats! Shut up quickly and don't waste time. Meeting Chu Wei is the most important thing."

He Shanhu's thoughts were all about his grandson.

Looking at his timid son, he became very angry.

He slapped He Wanjiang hard.

It's not a slap in the face.

It's just the back.

"I know dad, didn't I just react?"

He Wanjiang also felt that his reaction was too exciting. He touched his nose awkwardly and walked forward side by side with his biological father.

There were cells to the left and right of the two people. Each cell was very small and separated by bars. It was pitch dark inside and nothing could be seen. The sound of their walking and talking seemed particularly loud in the dark dungeon.

"Uh-"

"Help me, help me—"

"I was wronged, save me——"

"Ho ho-"

Suddenly, several prisoners rushed to the fence and shouted.

It seems that except for official business, few people come.

Their hands tightly grasped the wooden fence, and they stretched out their arms with all their strength, trying to catch the He family and his son. Their nails were extremely long, like zombies.

Pale faces stretched their arms forward desperately, imagining that they could pass through the prison door. However, they ignored the distance between the bars. Even if their faces were squeezed out of shape, they could not pass through.

There are even more crazy prisoners who stick out their tongues vigorously.

It's as if you can greedily suck in the fresh air outside through your tongue.

But everything is in vain.

These prisoners were like zombies in the apocalypse, staring at the He family father and son with the eyes of prey, all of them were tortured until they lost their human appearance.

Some eyes were blown out.

"Quick, go to the left."

He Shanhu was so frightened that his hands were trembling.

What's the difference between this and going to a haunted house at night?

I saw He Shanhu dragging his son and running to the left with all his strength.

About ten steps.

Finally arrived at the center of the dungeon.

It suddenly becomes clear here.

It's like a large circular room.

Every two meters, a candle was lit and the lights were bright.

I saw a man tied to a wooden stake on the right side.

His hands were hanging down along with his head, as if he had passed out.

But the Yuanqing robe he was wearing made the He family's father and son breathe suddenly heavier.

"This, this is Chu Wei! Ah——"

"This is my Chu Wei, Chu Wei, Chu Wei, grandfather is here, what's wrong with you, ah?"

He Shanhu collapsed.

Even if he turns to ashes, he still knows his grandson.

In the morning, Chu Wei left home wearing this outfit.

Although He Shanhu's legs were trembling, he ran towards He Chuwei with all his strength.

However, when he got closer, he didn't dare to touch it.

“Chu Wei, Chu Wei—”

He Shanhu had burst into tears, he was extremely scared.

He was afraid that the grandson in front of him had lost his breath, so he didn't even have the courage to touch him.

He was afraid that the moment he touched his grandson, he would feel cold to the touch.

"Chu Wei, we are here, please wake up -" Although He Wanjiang was also very distressed, he didn't think as much as his own father, who only thought that his son had been beaten to death.

In fact, it does.

After He Chuwei was taken to the dungeon, he was sentenced by the Yamen.

Even though he had explained the whole story clearly, he was still whipped fifty times.

His clothes were already soaked with blood.

People also lost consciousness.

He Wanjiang rubbed his face and called into his ear several times.

Only then did He Chuwei wake up.

"Dad, grandpa, save me."