Seeing that the situation was beginning to turn around, the Qiao family knew that their opportunity had arrived.

Qiao Laosan: "Zhao Lizheng, with so many eyes watching and so many witnesses, if the bridge really doesn't work, our Qiao family is willing to hand over the divorce papers."

Old Man Qiao: "We members of the Qiao family are true to our word. We always keep our promises and have never broken our word."

The villagers at the entrance of the courtyard also chimed in.

"Since we can take it back anyway, let's just give it to them first. The Song family is really shameless. What if they come up with some bad intentions again? Who will take responsibility then?"

"Yes, this has been going on for so long, it should be over now. Let Yunni go back to her parents' home and get some rest."

When the Song family saw that the villagers who had been watching the spectacle with indifferent comments had firmly sided with the Qiao family for their own benefit, they became nervous.

Old Master Song said, "It's just that he can write two characters. There are plenty of people in the village who can write two characters. Are you going to believe Zhao Lizheng if someone steps up and says he can build a bridge?"

An elder of the Song family stroked his beard and said, "Divorce is no small matter, nor is building a bridge. Let's achieve results first before discussing divorce. That would be fair to both sides."

Song Lian'er shrugged: "Alright then, let's devise a plan to divert the floodwaters into the Song family's fields, sacrificing the Song family to benefit the entire Datian Village."

"You—" The elder felt dizzy.

Zhao Lizheng said, "A divorce agreement can be written, but a certificate must also be written. If the bridge is not working, then the divorce agreement will be taken back. Qiao will still be the daughter-in-law of the Song family who has been kicked out. No one but the Song family can interfere."

Old Mrs. Song rolled her eyes. She didn't believe that Song Lian'er could build any bridge. This was just a delaying tactic so she could deny it later. But with a document and so many witnesses, what tricks could she play?

When the time comes, we'll take back the divorce papers. Qiao's legs have been healed enough at the Qiao family's house, so we can sell her off directly. She's still young at this age, and we can get a lot of money from her.

The woman who received the divorce papers must be punished more severely.

How long can Song Lian'er, a granddaughter surnamed Song, stay in the Qiao family? The Qiao family is not having an easy time either, and every grain of food has to be carefully distributed. I'm afraid the Qiao family will get tired of her after a while, and then she will have to wander around and come back to beg the Song family. Since she can write, that's even better, she can be sold for more money.

As she pondered these things, Old Lady Song almost burst out laughing.

I felt much more relaxed: "Write, write, hurry up and write. Once you're done, everyone can go their separate ways. All this noise is annoying."

"Mother, why did you agree?" Song Lao Er objected immediately upon hearing this.

Old Mrs. Song gave him a subtle wink.

Knowing that his mother was capable of making decisions, the Song family members fell silent.

Song Lian'er could tell at a glance that the old woman was up to something bad, but she wouldn't let her succeed.

The Qiao family was surprised that the Song family had softened their stance. Old Mrs. Song had always been a formidable figure, so it was unlikely that she would suddenly become tolerant.

But it's good that they've given in; that's exactly what they wanted. Let's focus on the present first.

Two copies of the divorce agreement were written. Since Song Laosan had long since disappeared and was considered dead, Song Laopozi put her fingerprint on it in his place.

As for the guarantee for building the bridge, Zhao Lizheng took it.

Old Mrs. Song carefully folded the divorce papers, muttering to herself, "One more month, at most one month."

Song Lian'er understood immediately. There was still a month until the rainy season, and the old woman was waiting for the bridge to be either not finished or washed away by the water in a month. At that time, she would take back the divorce agreement and do whatever she wanted with Qiao.

A slight smile played on her lips. The bridge she designed would never collapse, not even on the day Old Lady Song died.