Grandma Qiao's reminder made the Qiao family realize what she meant immediately.

Yes, it was part of her dowry. Thirteen years ago, when Qiao Yunni married into the Song family, the Qiao family gave her a dowry of three taels of silver.

In the event of a divorce, the dowry can be reclaimed.

"What about the three taels of silver dowry? Hand it over," Qiao Lao Er asked Song Lao Po Zi.

When Old Lady Song heard this, she realized that this was a threat to her life and soul.

"What dowry? The Qiao family has already used it all up themselves, so we didn't see it."

"What a joke! I don't know what kind of person my sister is, but if she still had her dowry, she would never have taken a steamed bun just so that Lian'er could fill her stomach. In the past, she didn't need her dowry and wouldn't have touched it, so it would have been taken by your Song family." Old Master Qiao said.

Old Mrs. Song looked very uncomfortable, because what Qiao said was true. She had already tricked and coaxed Qiao into giving her the three taels of silver dowry in the first month after she married into the Song family.

Asking her to vomit it up now is absolutely out of the question.

"That's not true. Don't make false accusations. Take the letter of severance and the letter of divorce and leave now. Our Song family has nothing to do with your Qiao family anymore. Don't stay here any longer."

Old Mrs. Song is feeling guilty and just wants to send the Qiao family back.

"Never mind, otherwise all the guys we brought today will have been useless. They'll have to be put to good use eventually." Qiao Lao Er said, and was the first to rush towards Old Lady Song's room.

While waving the clubs in their hands, Song Laoda and Song Laoer exchanged a glance and pressed down on the clubs separately. Shen Shi and Chen Shi also screamed and prepared to scratch.

But soon, other members of the Qiao family, armed with weapons, rushed over, whips slicing through the air and machetes raised to strike at any moment. The Song family dared not step forward again.

Then, Qiao Laosan and his wife, one carrying a hoe and the other carrying a big stick, stood at the door of Old Lady Song's room, like two door gods on the left and right.

The Qiao family members were rummaging through Song's wife's room.

"This is outrageous! This is the work of robbers! Zhao, village head, aren't you going to do anything about it?" Old Mrs. Song stamped her feet, her voice trembling with anxiety, like a mother hen seeing her entire nest of eggs stolen.

Zhao Lizheng was still looking at the bridge construction diagram in his hand.

He thought to himself that if the bridge could really withstand the test for decades, then he would be a hero of Datian Village.

He said impatiently, "Divorce means returning the dowry. Your Song family shouldn't be hoarding other people's things."

Old Mrs. Song said angrily, "It's not certain whether we can get a divorce in the end. If this bridge doesn't work, we'll still have to return the divorce papers."

Zhao Lizheng looked unhappy. He had been full of hope, but Old Woman Song kept cursing that the bridge wouldn't work.

He frowned and said, "At worst, we can just return the three taels of silver later."

Old Mrs. Song brought out a small five-drawer chest that she had kept under the bed, and the bottom drawer was locked.

Using the weapons at their disposal, the Qiao family quickly smashed open the drawer.

Inside were several large silver ingots, a handful of loose silver, and copper coins strung together with red thread.

Song Lian'er clicked his tongue in amazement; the Song family had certainly accumulated quite a bit of wealth.

"Look carefully, everyone. I only took these three taels; I didn't take any more." Boss Qiao showed everyone the silver he had taken.

Then, with a wave of his hand, the Qiao family members came out in a flurry.

"It's divine retribution, a bolt from the blue! You're going to get your comeuppance!" The old woman, her eyes red, rushed inside, protecting the drawer like a mother hen guarding her chicks. So many people had seen this; they needed to find a good hiding place.

Song Ruier also saw the gleaming silver, at least a hundred taels. A smile appeared on his lips. Yes, his choice was right.

The Qiao family was very poor, which is why they were so united, even resorting to weapons; otherwise, they wouldn't have been able to survive.

Qiao Yunni woke up at this moment and stared blankly at the chaos.