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

He stretched out his right hand and gave her two slaps.

The force was so strong that he slapped Wan to the ground.

"Uh-huh, no, I don't have it. My husband insisted on asking me for it. I didn't want it at first, but what can I do!"

Wan was extremely aggrieved.

She slumped to the ground.

Wiping away tears.

"Okay, okay, Dad, why did you hit Wanshi? She also had good intentions. If Chu Wei had not gone astray and insisted on entering the unheard-of candle, he would not have been deceived. Now you blame Wanshi , what's the use? The most important thing now is to rescue Chu Wei quickly. Okay, Wan, stand up. Dad, stop making trouble and go home. Look, there are people watching the fun. Go home. .”

He Wanjiang is actually angry with Wanshi.

He just felt embarrassed when he saw passersby nearby.

Under his persuasion.

He Shanhu held his breath.

He put his hands behind his back and walked into the house without saying a word.

Wanshi also got up from the ground.

Follow slowly.

And Shuangqiao Town on the other side.

Yan Xia's family is roasting sweet potatoes in the yard.

After the weather gets colder, even if the courtyard is cleaned every day, there will still be a lot of fallen leaves.

Seeing Zhao'er looking depressed, the younger daughter-in-law was lying on the bed again, bored out of her mind.

She asked her servants to pile the fallen leaves together, and personally carried Jingshui to a chair in the yard, not forgetting to cover her with a blanket.

Then he called the eldest daughter-in-law and asked the wet nurse to hold the dumplings and warm themselves over the fire together.

Zhaoer squatted on the ground.

It looks small.

Her face was burned red by the fire.

"Uncle, are the roasted sweet potatoes delicious?" Zhao'er asked.

"It's delicious, hasn't Zhao'er eaten it?" Yan Xia replied to her.

"No, Zhao'er has only eaten sweet potato soup. It's delicious, white and yellow."

White, white, yellow? Yan Xia knew at a glance that what Zhaoer's family eats are choking white potatoes. This kind of white potatoes is not suitable for roasting and is too dry. What she roasted today is sweet potatoes, which taste sweeter than white potatoes and are also choking. They are soft and waxy. .

Especially delicious.

"It will be baked later, and my uncle and aunt will choose the sweetest one for you to eat." Yan Xia rubbed Zhao'er's rough hair, and then pulled her back smoothly.

If you get too close, it will be bad if it burns the corner of your clothes. It is easy for water to leak and is not safe.

When the fallen leaves burned, the flames spread so brightly that when the children came home and saw the smoke, they thought their home was on fire.

Something went wrong.

It's really funny.

In autumn, everything is withering, and it seems that the world is exuding sadness.

Time passed quickly, one morning at the end of the month.

The door of the He family is open.

Six people came out.

The leaders were He Chuwei and Wan Shi. They pushed the cart and came out, followed by He Shanhu and his wife, He Wanjiang and Liu Shi.

The whole family is gathered.

From the time He Chuwei was imprisoned until now, he has suffered a lot. After the He family and his son came back that day, they only waited three days before Gao Heming, the magistrate of Shu County, went to court for interrogation.

Because there were too many people suing.

The incident was very bad.

Kochi County sentenced He Chuwei to fifty boards.

That's fifty boards. Even a strong and vigorous man can't stand it. The better ones become cripples, and the worse ones are dead.

What's more, He Chuwei was beaten and only had half his life left.

It's a sign of God's mercy to survive.

In order to save the only seedling of the He family, He Shanhu could only reluctantly agree to compensate the injured people with money in exchange for his grandson's life. In addition, he sent money to the county magistrate through official missions, which turned fifty pieces into Ten boards.

Where does this money come from?

Of course, it was obtained by selling the He family's shop and house.

So, at the end of the month.

There are six members of the He family.

Moved out of the He family's house.

Penniless, they prepared to go to a village outside the city.

There is a dilapidated house there, which is where the He family's ancestral tomb is located. There used to be servants guarding it to prevent bad guys from digging up the He family's ancestral tomb and destroying the He family's feng shui. But since then, the family's business has plummeted.

I can't afford to support so many servants.

The He family sold many servants and maids, so since then, the ancestral graves have been unguarded.

Although the house is broken.

But there is always a place to stay.

If they don't go, their family will have to sleep on the street.

In just half a month, He Shanhu seemed to have aged more than ten years, and most of his black hair had turned white.

The wrinkles on the face have also increased a lot.

Even He Wanjiang, who has always been heartless, has gone through many vicissitudes of life.

Compared to them.

He Chuwei has changed a lot.

Due to the torture, he stayed in jail for several days and received ten beatings.

He walked with a limp.

Originally of moderate weight.

Now I'm as thin as a refugee.

Although the whip wounds on his face and hands have scabbed over, they still look horrifying.

"Grandpa, grandma, dad, I'm sorry for you. It's all my fault. Don't worry, I will definitely restore the He family to its former glory!"

After He Chuwei finished speaking, no one paid any attention to him.

If you say you don't blame him, that's all lies.

Both He Shanhu and his son were heartbroken.

But if the family property is not sold, the He family will have no children or grandchildren.

in their hearts.

Heirs are more important than money.

"Okay, stop talking so much and hurry up."

He Wanjiang waved his hand, lowered his head and walked forward. His originally straight waist bent again and again.

A quarter of an hour later, they came to the path outside the city gate.

But he was stopped by three people.

"Yang Qing? What are you doing here? A good dog doesn't block the way! Get out of the way!" He Shanhu was furious when he saw his rival Yang Qing. It didn't take a second to think that Yang Qing must have come here specifically to see his joke.

"What am I here to do? Of course I'm just to laugh at you, He Shanhu, you have this day too! Hahaha, God has eyes, I, Yang Qing, have finally got my revenge, and I'm not afraid to tell you, knowing that your precious grandson, Why was he arrested? Don’t you think it’s strange? Everything is fine, but he was the only one who was unlucky enough to buy that batch of corpse oil candles?”

Yang Qing raised the corners of his mouth and looked at him with a half-smile.

"What do you mean?" He Shanhu was confused.

He always thought that his grandson was being smart, so he was deceived and spent more than three hundred taels to buy corpse oil candles.

Is it possible that there is a hidden secret in this?

Looking at his rival's expression, He Shanhu suddenly realized.

"you you you!!!"

"Okay, it turns out it was you who harmed me. It's all your fault that the He family is in this state, right? It must be you! You are so vicious. How could I, He Shanhu, ever be sorry for you? How can you use Do you have to resort to such means? You are not afraid of retribution!"

He Shanhu fell down in anger.

He held out his index finger.

Pointing at Yang Qing's face, it trembled again and again.

"Am I suffering retribution? Haha! Why should I suffer retribution? It's you who deserve retribution! He Shanhu! Why weren't you afraid of retribution when you killed my sister? When you dreamed back at midnight, you weren't afraid of my sister's wronged soul. Are you here to ask for your life? How dare you face me and say such things!"