Traversing the pastoral life of the lady

Chapter 164 Blood-Splashing Storm ([-])
Several people who returned to the Wu family from the old house were angry at the widow of the Wu family. Seeing this, the other people present also knew that the widow must have done something terrible. They asked a person who went to the old house, what would he do? The man said angrily, "He poured blood on the gate of the old house. By the way, he not only splashed blood, but also spit on the gate. This is not revenge, but disrespect to the door god. If we It’s troublesome to be angered by the door god.”

"What?" The words of the villagers resonated with the big guys. They respect the gods very much. How could they tolerate the widow of the Wu family doing this? They unanimously questioned the widow of the Wu family, "Are you taking revenge on us all? How can your heart be so dark, you actually want to anger the gods to take revenge on us, this is the place where you have lived for almost your whole life, how can you do this to the village you live in, and the people in the village, if the people in the village go out What happened, we will definitely not let you go, you cruel poisonous man."

"Hey, what are you talking about, why do you think I did it? Let me show you the evidence." The widow of the Wu family asked back, "If you don't have evidence, don't talk nonsense, otherwise I won't just sue you for breaking into private houses, I will also accuse you of framing."

The villagers were dumbfounded, and stared at the villager who spoke just now, telling him to quickly show the evidence, "Hurry up, show it, didn't you just say it's very powerful, if you don't show it, we will all go to jail, so hurry up, hurry up!" Take it out."

"This..." The villager laughed naively, "hehe, I don't have any evidence for that. I just heard from the village chief's family."

The villagers stared at Liu Jiafulang again. Liu Jiafulang secretly thought that he was too impatient and forgot to look for evidence. Seeing his calm appearance, the evidence must have been disposed of by him. What can I do about this, until now there is no other way, I can only admit it and hope that he will not take this matter to the Yamen, and it will be troublesome if the wife-lord loses his position. It's really abominable that he did it Yes, but since there is no evidence, I really can't do anything to him?Alas, this matter is justified by myself, but there is no evidence, and I can't talk nonsense. I can only bite my teeth and swallow it in my stomach. I have to admit that there is no evidence. Liu's husband was interrupted just after he said "I" .

"I have evidence." The villagers' eyes lit up when they heard this, and now they don't have to go to jail.

The widow of the Wu family stared at Mrs. Du's husband sternly, "Show me any evidence you have."

"Why are you so anxious? I said yes." Du's Fulang said, "Before presenting the evidence, I would like to ask everyone, has any of your family ever lost a clay pot?"

The villagers don't know what to do, what does this clay pot have to do with the evidence?But everyone still asked each other if they didn't find anyone who lost the clay pot, and they said to Mrs. Du, "None of us lost the clay pot."

"That's good." Mrs. Du took out the clay pot she picked up in the grove. "Here's the proof."

"It's just a pot, what kind of evidence is that?" the widow of the Wu family sneered.

"Don't worry, let's take a look, what did this pot contain?" Mrs. Du said, pointing to the inside of the pot.

The villagers stepped forward to check, "Blood, it's blood. This clay pot has been filled with blood and was thrown by the murderer."

"Yeah, when I first saw this pottery pot, I thought it was accidentally dropped by someone, and I was going to take it to the village head's house. I passed by here and heard you talking, so I knew it was dropped by the murderer. Yes." Mrs. Du said slowly.

The widow of the Wu family felt a little guilty when he saw this clay pot, but then he thought, isn't it just a clay pot?What can you prove?Anyway, no one saw him throwing it, so he pretended to be angry and said, "Du family, I have no grudges against you, why do you use a clay pot to frame me? I see, this clay pot belongs to you, and so does the murderer." you."

"What nonsense are you talking about? I picked up this clay pot in the grove. If you don't believe me, you can go and see with me to find out if I'm lying or not. There is still a pool of blood there now." Mrs. Du said, "This pot, I didn't say it was you, why are you so anxious to frame someone? Or say this pot is yours, otherwise you wouldn't be so anxious to throw it away."

"Du's, what are you talking about? I don't know if my family has lost the clay pot. Why do you say that the pot is mine? I think you want to get rid of it in a hurry." The widow of the Wu family said not to be outdone. "I think you all may be murderers."

Du Jiafu didn't speak any more, but the villagers didn't want to.

"Why are you so blind from the Wu family? You can't tell. Do you, a widow, dislike us? Otherwise, why would you beat us all to death with a stick?"

"According to you, we are all murderers, except you."

"You don't think about it yourself. We have no grievances or enmities with him. Why do you want to punish him like this and include yourself? It's not stupid, or your brain is sick. Do you still think we are so stupid? Then stupid?"

The widow of the Wu family said weakly, "Obviously you said it yourself, what does it have to do with me?"

"It doesn't matter?! Why do I think what the village chief said is right? You are the murderer. Otherwise, why would you slander us?"

"Yes, I agree with what you said."

"I agree too"

"..."

The villagers were chattering, and the widow of the Wu family was anxious to hear what he said, "Don't be silly, this pot doesn't belong to me, and it's not like you don't know that I'm a stingy man, so how could it be?" Take out such a new clay pot and throw it away? It is obvious that someone is trying to frame me, but you still believe it, and I want to ask the village chief to uphold justice for me and return my innocence."

After finishing speaking, the widow of the Wu family hurried out, "Hey, I said don't get away in a hurry, I haven't finished talking yet, don't you want to know who the murderer is?"

The words of Mrs. Du's husband successfully stopped the widow of the Wu family. The widow of the Wu family knew that he could not leave now. If he left, everyone would know that he was the murderer, and he almost exposed himself. Fortunately, he stopped Immediately, the widow of the Wu family was turbulent in his heart, fearing that he was the one who did it, and praying that he would not be found, he could only pretend to be relaxed and said, "Okay, I won't leave, I want to see how you find him A murderer? By the way, return my favor."

Mrs. Du looked at the widow of the Wu family, who was a dead duck with a stubborn mouth, and wondered if you could still be as calm as you are now?
"I know everyone is curious about who owns this clay pot? To be honest, I am also curious."

Du's husband was interrupted by the widow of Wu's family before he finished speaking, "It's been a long time, and you don't know! Rather than listening to your nonsense here, I might as well go out and find the murderer, maybe I can find it sooner. "

"I haven't finished talking yet, why are you in such a hurry." Mrs. Du continued to say, "I don't know who the murderer is, but someone does."

The widow of the Wu family tensed up, and asked subconsciously, "Who? How did he know it? Could it be guesswork?"

"I've already told you not to worry. As for who it is, you'll know when he comes, but please wait for a while."

"I think you're just playing tricks."

"Here we come, here we come, Father, I have brought the clay maker." Du Wen said.

Everyone was even more puzzled as to what connection this potter had with the murderer.

"Auntie asked you to make a special trip, I'm really sorry." Mrs. Du's apology.

"It's okay, I don't understand other things, but I know ceramics very well. Show me that clay pot, and I'll know when it's sold at a glance."

"Auntie, here, please take a look." Mrs. Du's husband handed the clay pot in his hand to the potter, and the potter took the pot and looked at it carefully, "This pot was sold to you during the last market. A widow, that widow makes my memory deep!"

"You are so old that you can't remember wrongly." Someone questioned.

"A mistake? I've been making pottery for many years, how could I make a mistake? He didn't want to give money to this pot. If it wasn't for the old woman's sharp eyes, he would have succeeded." The potter said angrily.

(End of this chapter)