Chapter 79: Advising someone to divorce is tantamount to murder for money.

Outside the yard.

A group of onlookers.

The village is often filled with all sorts of petty squabbles and disputes. Even ordinary quarrels attract onlookers, let alone serious matters like adultery.

Whether they were men or women, busy or not, everyone put down what they were doing and gathered outside the yard.

"Aunt Fugui, what exactly is going on?"

"If you're saying Da Shan's mother is having an affair, you should at least provide evidence, right?"

"Grandma Dashan doesn't seem like the type to steal people. Are you sure you're not mistaken?"

Aunt Fugui slumped to the ground, holding the man's underwear in her hand: "How could I be wrong? These are my man's underwear! I found them in her yard. Who else could it be but her! What sins have I committed? From the first day I married into the Zhao family, I became their workhorse. I bore him sons and daughters, I did all the housework, I did the farm work too. I, a woman, was used like a man, and I never complained. How could he cheat on me with Zhao Chengshi, even in my own bed? Those damned dogs, may lightning strike them dead..."

Aunt Fugui started crying as she cursed.

People naturally sympathize with the weak, and instantly, countless condemning gazes swept over Cheng Wanwan.

Cheng Wanwan asked in a calm voice, "It's ridiculous to conclude that it was me based on a pair of underwear. This thing is under the outer wall of my house, and it's obviously been thrown in. I also want to know who went to such lengths to frame me."

"Who else could it be but you!" Aunt Fugui roared angrily. "You're a widow, you don't have a man, who else would be eyeing someone else's man besides you!"

Cheng Wanwan sneered: "I'm not the only widow in the village!"

Aunt Wang immediately said, "Widow Zhang is there too. According to Aunt Fugui, Zhang Shi might also be involved."

Standing in the crowd, Zhang looked delicate and frail: "Don't make baseless accusations, Mudfish Mother. I've been digging for wild vegetables on the mountain all afternoon."

Cheng Wanwan looked at her, her smile widening: "Aunt Fugui never said she saw the two lovers flirting in bed this afternoon, so how did Widow Zhang know it was this afternoon?"

Zhang's face suddenly turned pale.

She felt countless eyes on her and suddenly became guilty: "Anyway, it wasn't me. I'm not familiar with Brother Fugui."

Aunt Wang chuckled: "You're not even familiar with him, yet you call him Brother Fugui. You're not Zhao Fugui's sister."

“A pair of underwear doesn’t mean anything.” The village head’s wife squeezed in. “It’s windy today, it’s normal for someone’s underwear to be blown over by the wind. It’s not worth making a fool of yourself over something like this.”

The village head's wife went over and helped Aunt Fugui, who was sitting on the ground, up.

Aunt Fugui was not about to give up. Her veil of shame had already been torn off, and she was determined to find that slut.

Her gaze lingered between Cheng Wanwan and Zhang Shi.

Cheng Wanwan looked up at Zhao Fugui, who was standing far away outside, and said coldly, "San Niu, bring your Uncle Fugui in."

Zhao Sanniu immediately tried to pull Zhao Fugui away. As a child, he was naturally not as strong as Zhao Fugui, but with the help of other men in the village, Zhao Fugui couldn't break free at all and was dragged into the yard.

Feeling utterly humiliated, he pointed at Aunt Fugui's nose and yelled, "You silly old woman, what are you doing all day long? Come home with me!"

He used to harass Aunt Fugui.

Cheng Wanwan noticed a fingernail scratch on his neck.

She turned to look at Zhang Shi, her face indifferent, and said, "Aunt Fugui, let me see your hand."

Aunt Fugui was not about to listen to Cheng Wanwan and pointed at her nose, wanting to continue scolding her.

However, as soon as she stretched out her hand, Cheng Wanwan saw it. It was a pair of rough and calloused hands, with her nails worn down from years of heavy work, leaving no room for anything else.

In contrast, Zhang, a widow, had long fingernails.

Clearly, Zhang must have her own methods to get the men in the village to willingly work in the fields for her.

“The fingernail marks on the back of Zhao Fugui’s neck are clearly from a woman,” Cheng Wanwan said calmly. “Aunt Fugui doesn’t have fingernails, and neither do I. The only person here with fingernails is her.”

She looked at Zhang.

Everyone looked at Zhang.

Zhang quickly hid her hands in her sleeves.

If she were innocent, she should be angrily refuting this now.

But she looked guilty and couldn't utter a single word in rebuttal.

Zhao Fugui, feeling guilty, covered the back of his neck.

Outside the courtyard wall, Zhang Dagang squeezed in at some point and said, "I once saw Uncle Fugui and Widow Zhang going into the wild woods."

Zhang Dagang is twelve years old, still a child, and no one would doubt what a child says.

Moreover, even a twelve-year-old couldn't fabricate such a scandalous incident.

Aunt Fugui screamed and lunged at Zhang Shi. Zhang Shi rarely did heavy work and had no strength. She was pushed to the ground. Aunt Fugui straddled her and slapped her with her left hand and then with her right, making Zhang Shi dizzy.

A silver hairpin suddenly fell out of Zhang's purse.

Aunt Fugui's eyes were red. This was a gift from Zhao Fugui to her when they got married. It had disappeared half a year ago. She had searched for it for a long time, but she never expected that Aunt Fugui would give it to a prostitute outside.

Aunt Fugui suddenly lost the strength to make a scene. What difference would it make if she beat Widow Zhang to death? Her husband had already changed his mind and would never be as attentive as he was when they first got married.

Zhao Fugui clearly had his eye on Dashan's mother, yet he was having an affair with Widow Zhang, and it's unknown whether he's also seduced other widows in the village.

Aunt Fugui lay sprawled on the ground, silently shedding tears.

She looked even more pitiful than when she had just gone mad.

Widow Zhang dared not linger any longer, fearing her face would be scratched raw, so she got up from the ground and ran away.

Zhao Fugui was furious and wanted to beat his wife up, but with so many people watching, he didn't dare to do anything and quickly left with his head down.

Aunt Fugui sat in the courtyard and wept silently.

Women nearby gathered around to comfort him.

"Men are just like that, unable to control their own flesh."

"I suppose Widow Zhang won't dare to seduce your man again. Don't make too much of a scene; you can't control a man too much."

"Life has to go on, so let's just turn a blind eye."

Hearing the words of comfort from those around her, Cheng Wanwan showed a hint of disapproval on her face, but she didn't say anything.

In modern society, men who cheat are forgiven, let alone in ancient times thousands of years ago. Advising someone to divorce is tantamount to murder for money, so she still wouldn't do such a "wicked thing".

She went inside and brought out a basin of water, saying in a calm voice, "Aunt Fugui, wash your face before you go."

After making a scene, Aunt Fugui was covered in sweat, rolled around on the ground, and was covered in mud and chicken droppings from head to toe. She was exhausted.

She looked at the basin of water in front of her, then looked up and said softly, "Grandma, I'm so sorry, I caused you so much trouble without knowing what happened..."

She silently washed her face, haphazardly tidied her hair, and quietly pushed through the crowd to go home.

They were all from the same village and knew each other well. Zhao Fugui wasn't the laziest person in the village, but he was one of those who didn't care about anything. He could do whatever he wanted normally, so why did he bring a widow into his own house and have an affair?

This incident also served as a wake-up call for many women in the village, reminding them to keep their husbands away from Widow Zhang.