Chapter 198 The stolen goods

"Mom, you chat with Aunt Cuifen, I'll go lend a hand!"

She turned and called out to the kitchen.

"Xiuye, Zhongshun, don't be shy! Help yourselves to the candies and fruits on the table. It's like home! Take whatever you want, and don't worry about making a mess!"

Upon hearing that she was to help with the cooking, Shen Xiuye ​​immediately tried to stand up.

The moment her hand touched the edge of the table, Zheng Mingyue swiftly pressed down on her shoulder.

"Sit down! We don't have that rule in our house. How can a relative who's just visited be expected to do any work?"

Zheng Mingyue's tone was firm, but her face wore a kind smile.

"Your brother Wenhua is a master cook. His braised pork, stewed chicken, and hot and sour shredded potatoes are all top-notch. Just wait patiently for your meal; someone will bring it up when it's ready."

"Brother Wenhua can cook?"

Shen Xiuye's eyes widened, her face filled with disbelief.

In their family, the spatula has always been a woman's job, a tradition passed down from their great-grandmother's generation.

A man entering the kitchen is considered unlucky and a curse.

The way Song Wenhua and Song Lei were killing chickens in the yard just now had left her speechless with shock.

She watched as the two brothers rolled up their sleeves and deftly slit their necks, plucked their hair, and gutted them.

In her eyes, men should be out there earning work points, carrying hoes, and braving wind and rain to do what is right.

Don't even think about touching the stove or the laundry tub inside the house; those are things for women to worry about.

Working in the fields is the same as working with Lu Jianguo.

They work for ten minutes, then rest for half an hour, incredibly lazy, and always make excuses like "back pain" or "weak legs."

Upon hearing that she was interested, Zheng Mingyue immediately perked up, her eyes lit up, and her tone became more animated.

"He can do more than just cook! He does all the laundry, mopping, and grocery shopping! He doesn't need anyone else to help him with anything inside or outside the house."

"I earn over a hundred yuan a month! I work as a technician in the factory, wearing a white coat every day. I'm clean and presentable, and I never spend money recklessly."

She paused, sighed, and her voice was filled with regret.

"It's a pity that such a tall, strong, and handsome young man is still single."

Actually, Song Lei can do these things too.

She's skilled at everything from laundry and cooking to sewing and starching.

Perhaps it's because I've seen so much of this since I was little, and it's influenced by what I've heard all along

He copied whatever his older brother did, and gradually became quite skilled himself.

But for Shen Xiuye, Song Wenhua was like a treasure that fell from the sky, so rare that she never dared to dream of him.

She listened intently, her eyes wide open, her lips slightly parted, forgetting even to swallow her saliva.

Where can you find a man like that?

These days, men who can do manual labor are rarer than gold bars.

Whoever marries her will have their ancestral graves emitting auspicious smoke.

Who doesn't have the man as the breadwinner and the woman as the homemaker?

Men work in the fields, women cook—it's only natural, even the radio says so.

"Aunt Mingyue, don't worry," Shen Xiuye ​​said with a smile, her tone comforting, "Brother Wenhua is so capable, hardworking and reliable, the line of people pursuing him could stretch from one end of the village to the other, and even across the river!"

Zheng Mingyue was overjoyed to hear this.

Seeing that things were not going well, Shen Cuifen's heart skipped a beat, and she quickly interjected.

"Sister Mingyue, let's talk about Zhang Kesheng instead of just talking about Wenhua."

She was terrified that Zheng Mingyue would ask the next second, "Xiuye, would you be willing to be my daughter-in-law?"

That would be incredibly embarrassing; you wouldn't even be able to crawl into a hole.

Zheng Mingyue herself almost blurted it out.

The words were already on the tip of his tongue, but Shen Cuifen's words stopped him from speaking.

She felt annoyed; sigh, she had acted too hastily!

This is our first meeting, and I haven't even figured out what kind of person she is yet.

How could I rashly bring up such an important matter?

Besides, we should ask Shen Cuifen's opinion first!

For a mother and daughter to live together, the mother's approval is required.

So she chuckled, her blush still lingering.

He casually changed the subject, taking a sip of tea as if nothing had happened.

"He was handcuffed and taken away on the spot for cursing at the police and even hitting them. His face was scraped and bruised. It caused quite a stir."

“We also submitted evidence of his remarriage to the court, including the marriage certificate, photos, and neighbors’ testimonies. The lawyer said he would be sentenced to at least one to two years in prison, and he couldn’t escape it.”

"His mother couldn't take the blow and collapsed on the ground that day. Her mouth was crooked, her eyes were drooping, and she couldn't speak properly. She had a stroke and is still in the hospital, needing to be fed every day."

"That Yang Xiaohong, I heard it was intentional homicide. The knife went right into her heart, and she died on the spot. She'll get at least three to five years in prison, and she won't be out for at least ten years."

Shen Cuifen took a sip of tea, the warm tea gliding smoothly down her throat.

She gently placed the porcelain cup back on the table.

"Insulting the police? And assaulting someone?"

Is this person out of their mind?

Why not just enjoy a peaceful life instead of provoking the police?

Those are law enforcement officers; you can't touch them, you can't mess with them.

Once involved, the consequences range from detention to imprisonment.

Ordinary people would run away as fast as they can, but he deliberately walked into the line of fire?

Zheng Mingyue nodded.

“We had just left the hospital that day, and we were still a little weak and unsteady on our feet. But the matter was urgent, and we had to go to the police station as soon as possible to make an explanation. Unexpectedly, Zhang Kesheng was already waiting there, his face as gloomy as if it was about to rain.”

“He insisted that we were reselling goods, saying that we were secretly transporting factory supplies out to exchange for money. He made such a detailed and convincing accusation, even describing the time and route clearly, as if he had seen it with his own eyes.”

"After hearing his accusations, the police immediately led several officers to the house to search it. They were in uniform, looked serious, and after knocking on the door, they didn't say a word and started ransacking the place. The cabinets were pulled open, the mattress was overturned, and even the rice container in the kitchen was emptied."

"The whole house was turned upside down, dust was flying everywhere, and items were scattered all over the floor, just like it had been robbed. But no matter how we searched, we couldn't find any contraband or so-called 'stolen goods'."

"It just so happened that Wen Hua also came back that day. As soon as the car stopped at the entrance of the alley, we ran into the police and Zhang Kesheng who were walking out."

Zheng Mingyue had quietly moved away those things that might cause trouble a few days ago.

Therefore, she appeared completely bewildered when confronted with the search.

But when she saw Song Wenhua getting out of the car in the distance, her heart jumped into her throat.

Song Lei clearly instructed us not to bring anything back.

But she was afraid.

If the journey was too long, he couldn't resist bringing some local products from the countryside.

If these items are mistakenly identified as stolen goods, how can this be explained?

You can't just dump it on the street in front of the police, can you?

If something they shouldn't find is found in the car, wouldn't that be like walking into the line of fire?

The consequences would be unimaginable; everyone could potentially be implicated.

She stood at the edge of the crowd, desperately trying to wink at Song Wenhua.

His lips moved slightly, silently saying, "Go! Don't stop! Don't let them get near the car!"

Unfortunately, we were still a step too late.

Zhang Kesheng's eyes were immediately drawn to the inconspicuous car.

Especially the bulging cloth bag on the passenger seat.

He lunged forward, pointing his finger directly at the vehicle.

"The goods are all in the truck! They're all in the truck! I'm not mistaken! Search quickly! They must be in the truck!"