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Chapter 59 She Became a Patricide?
No matter how sad Widow Qin felt, she still sent the potato vermicelli to Meng Dongmei.

He kept saying to himself that Meng Dongmei was trying something new, not harming Meng Fuling.

Besides, Meng Dongmei hurried home after getting the potato vermicelli.

"How, how did you get it?" Meng Dongmei was pulled aside by Webster as soon as she entered the house.

Meng Dongmei nodded, feeling a little worried again, "I got it, but who do you want to eat?"

Webster's mung bean eyes rolled around, and he pointed his chin in the direction of Westinghouse, "Here, isn't there a ready-made candidate? It's only useful to lie down all day waiting to die. "

Meng Dongmei couldn't see Wei Shi's thoughts, and snorted coldly: "I think you wish my elder brother died, and when the family is separated, you and your second brother can share more of the family property."

Just as Webster was about to speak, Mrs. Liu's bitter voice sounded behind her: "What kind of family property is not a family property? My mother is not dead yet, and she wants to divide up the family property?"

"Mother, how can we have the guts?" Wei Shi laughed dryly, saying that tiger poison does not eat its offspring, if the mother-in-law knew that they wanted to poison Meng Chuntian to death, something bad would happen.

Meng Dongmei obviously knew Mrs. Liu better, so she told her their plan.

After listening to Mrs. Liu, she agreed: "That trash who has done more than failed, it's better to die, so as not to waste food."

She didn't care about Meng Chuntian's life that day, but a neighbor passed by and said a few gossips, so she brought Meng Chuntian into the house. It was like feeding cattle, giving him a few mouthfuls of rotten pancakes and rare porridge with porridge every day.

Just like that, Mrs. Liu was still distressed to death, scolding Meng Chuntian every day for eating instead of working.

Meng Dongmei said again: "When the little bitch is in prison, we can still take over her new house and workshop."

"You're right, quickly take out the food, and I'll cook it." Mrs. Liu thought that she would be able to take over Meng Fuling's property in the near future, and wished that Meng Chuntian would die immediately.

After receiving the potato vermicelli and poison from Meng Dongmei's hand, he rushed into the kitchen, seeing that there was a lot of vermicelli, he divided some and kept some.

Mrs. Liu quickly cooked a bowl of wild vegetable powder with "ingredients" and brought it to Meng Chuntian in the Westinghouse.

"Chuntian, Mother personally made you a bowl of vermicelli, get up and try it." Mrs. Liu tried her best to smile lovingly, and brought the vermicelli to the bedside.

"Mother, mother, why are you so kind to me?" Meng Chuntian lay dying on the bed, and when he saw his old lady come in, he struggled to sit up.

When she heard that the old lady cooked food for him, her eyes were red. Xindao mother still cared about him and would not ignore him.

"What nonsense are you talking about? You are mother's own son, how could you not be nice to you?" Mrs. Liu scolded, picked up vermicelli and brought it to his mouth.

Mrs. Liu always only loves a few little ones, why has she ever cared about Meng Chuntian?
The sudden concern moved him into a mess. Without thinking much, he opened his mouth and ate the 'poison powder' fed by his old lady...

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The next day, after breakfast, Meng Fuling drove the gourd to the workshop to help.

She and Mrs. Xue were also about to go out, but as soon as they stepped out of the door, they heard a burst of mourning from far to near.

Xue could hear that the loudest crying sounded like Mrs. Liu's, and said anxiously, "Why does it sound like your grandma's voice?"

"It's a bit similar." As soon as Meng Fuling finished speaking, she saw a group of yamen servants rushing towards her house, and the best of the Meng family followed behind the yamen servants, crying.

"What, what's going on here?" Seeing this situation, Mrs. Xue was shocked.

"Maybe someone in their family died!" Meng Fuling sarcastically said.

She just said it casually, but she didn't expect Mrs. Liu to rush out from the crowd, pointing at her and yelling, "Meng Fuling, you utterly devoid of conscience! You even killed your own father, you are like a pig and a dog... ..."

Mrs. Liu was crying and cursing, with a ferocious expression, as if she wanted to swallow Meng Fuling alive.

"What did you say?" Meng Fuling thought she had heard wrong, but Mrs. Liu actually said that Meng Chuntian was dead.

"Meng, Meng Chuntian is really dead?" Xue Shi was also stunned, and his mind went blank for an instant.

She resented Meng Chuntian, but after all these years of being a husband and wife, she still couldn't believe it when she first heard the news of his death.

"Meng Fuling, stop pretending! My elder brother was poisoned and died after eating the potato noodles you sent last night. You are the murderer." Meng Dongmei cried sharply.

"Even his own father can kill him, how cruel must he be?"

"No matter how much she hates her father, she can't kill her father!"

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The surrounding villagers scolded Meng Fuling one by one. They all thought that Meng Fuling poisoned him deliberately because she hated what Meng Chuntian had done to their mother and daughter. Besides, everyone knew that only her workshop had potato vermicelli.

"Fuling never sent potato vermicelli to Meng Chuntian, and his death has nothing to do with Fuling!" Seeing her daughter being slandered, Xue spread her arms in front of her, defending in a wailing voice.

"Mother, get out of the way!" Meng Fuling pulled Xue Shi aside, let Mei Xiang take care of her, and asked Lan Xiang to go to the workshop to call the gourd back.

She walked up to Mrs. Liu who was pouring sewage on her body, "You say I killed Meng Chuntian, what evidence do you have?"

Before Mrs. Liu could speak, the yamen servant became impatient, "Why are you arguing? Tell me what you want to say to the court."

After finishing speaking, he and another yamen servant stepped forward and put the shackles they brought on Meng Fuling's body.

"No! Don't! Poria is harmless, you can't catch her!" Seeing her daughter being chained, Xue's heart ached like a knife.

She pushed Mei Xiang away with all her strength, and just as she rushed over, she was kicked to the ground by one of the yamen servants.

"Mother! Don't touch my mother!" Meng Fuling was able to maintain her composure at first, but when she saw Mrs. Xue being kicked down, her eyes were about to burst.

Meng Fuling struggled to go to see Mrs. Xue, but the yamen servant rudely pushed her, "Stop talking nonsense! Let's go!"

She was afraid of bumping into her stomach, so she didn't dare to go head-to-head with Ya Za. When she passed by Mrs. Liu and the others, she gave them a hard look.

Meng family!Remember it all for her, if you dare to harm her, you have to pay the price!
Mrs. Liu was a little terrified by Meng Fuling's stare, and she howled even harder to strengthen her courage.

"Smash you to death, the murderer of your father..." Zhuo Dazui, fearing that the world would not be chaotic, went home and took rotten vegetable leaves and threw them on Meng Fuling.

Several villagers who wanted to work in the workshop but were rejected by Meng Fuling also rushed to follow suit.

Meng Fuling tried her best to protect her stomach, but she couldn't stop the rotten vegetables from falling on her body. She was sad and wronged, but in this noisy situation, she couldn't help her to justify.

"Stop!" Just when Meng Fuling was extremely uncomfortable being hit, a roar full of overwhelming anger suddenly sounded.

(End of this chapter)