Donate Merits! Squander the Family Fortune! Flip Over the Coffin of My Faked-Death Husband

In her previous life, the scumbag faked his death at the border. Deceived by others, she believed her feelings for him were profound. She committed suicide at his grave, following him to the afterl...

Chapter 333 Did you really do it?

Chapter 333 Did you really do it?

Aunt Wu glanced at her husband, then at Mo Jinchuan, and couldn't help asking, "Pingchuan, where did you come back from?"

"I..." Mo Jinchuan hesitated to speak.

A rare trace of panic appeared on his usually calm face.

The couple were parents themselves, and when they thought about their own children getting into trouble outside and coming home and talking without thinking, they thought about what was happening before their eyes.

Aunt Wu's heart sank. She stood up and said, "Pingchuan's wife, go back to your room and pack your things immediately. Leave before daybreak."

Hearing this, Song Yanxi just sat there motionless.

She raised her eyes and gave Mo Jinchuan a cold look.

It clearly said: "Tell the truth about what you did."

Uncle Wu was watching from the side and was about to speak when he heard a noisy sound outside.

Someone shouted loudly: "Xiumei, come out and watch the fun!"

"Lively? What's lively and cute about it at this hour of the night? Just making a lot of noise."

Aunt Wu muttered something and turned around to continue urging Song Yanxi.

She said anxiously, "Don't be stubborn, kid. It's not that I'm cruel and don't want to keep you. There are many unreasonable people in this world.

If someone comes looking for us, we two old bones won’t be able to protect you.”

Song Yanxi naturally understood that she meant well, so she just looked at Mo Jinchuan dimly without moving.

Thinking she was blaming him, Aunt Wu became even more anxious and hurriedly advised, "Good boy, listen to me. Now is not the time to be angry.

After all, he's my husband. Once this is over, you can do whatever you want to him. Even if you beat him with a broom, I won't say anything!"

Well, her image of being able to make a fuss even when being unreasonable has been established in front of the two elders.

Her eyebrows were slightly drooped, and anyone who knew her could tell at a glance that Song Yanxi was in a bad mood at the moment.

As for worry or tension, there isn't any.

Mo Jinchuan's injuries have basically healed. With his skills, he is more than capable of dealing with a small group of well-trained Liang soldiers. She really can't think of anyone in the nearby village who could pose a threat to him.

Looking at his calm and composed appearance, not moved at all, how could he have the intention of running away after causing trouble?

Instead, it seems more like, just watching the fun?

The noise outside was getting louder and louder.

Someone shouted loudly: "Everyone, hurry up and save him! The unfilial son of the Wang family has fallen into the cesspool!"

There is only one unfilial son in the Wang family in the whole village.

Aunt Wu's eyes widened, and she clapped her hands and said happily, "That fell well! God must have opened his eyes. It would be better if he drowned the bastard."

"Pingchuan." Uncle Wu frowned, looking as if he wanted to say something but stopped.

Mo Jinchuan admitted frankly: "I did it."

When Aunt Wu heard this, she laughed even more happily.

She scolded him, "You child, why do you take everything, whether good or bad, on yourself? Everyone knows that you love cleanliness the most. Even when you wash your hands after eating, you have to rub them twice with your wife's soap.

Throwing people into a cesspool is not something you can do."

She caught a glimpse of her husband's expression out of the corner of her eye, and soon she couldn't smile anymore.

Listening to the commotion outside, Aunt Wu lowered her voice and asked, "Pingchuan, did you really do this?"

Mo Jinchuan nodded.

I originally planned to keep it a secret from them, but I didn't expect to be discovered on the spot.

After all, the truth will come out.

Seeing that what he said was true, Aunt Wu became so anxious that she could not sit still and sighed repeatedly.

"You..." Looking at that face, Aunt Wu really couldn't say anything to curse.

She glanced at Uncle Wu and motioned him to come.

Uncle Wu's face darkened. He asked, "What mountain products did you get today?"

"Two rabbits and three pheasants."

"So many?" Aunt Wu immediately smiled.

She would leave a chicken to stew for Song Yanxi's health, and let them take the rest to the town tomorrow to sell for some silver. Together with the copper coins she had saved, it would be enough to buy a set of clothes for each of the young couple.

The New Year is approaching, and it doesn't matter if these two old guys don't wear anything, but we can't let the young people continue to wear their old clothes.

Especially Pingchuan's wife, she was still wearing the clothes that were made when she married an old man more than 30 years ago. They had faded a long time ago and were out of shape.

Her pretty face was made ugly by the old coarse cloth clothes.

Aunt Wu was thinking about it when she saw Uncle Wu turn around and walk out. She hurriedly called out, "You old man, you've just heated up the food and are eating now. Where are you going?"

Uncle Wu said sullenly, "Let's go to the village chief's house."

"What are you doing at the village chief's house so late?"

"Send a rabbit."

"Wu Dongsheng, put the rabbit down for me!"

Aunt Wu stood up and tried to chase him, but Mo Jinchuan raised his hand to stop her.

She said anxiously and angrily: "You silly boy, why are you stopping me? Go and stop him."

Seeing that she couldn't catch up, she sighed and said, "Well, your wife's sleeves are gone."

Unable to understand her incoherent words, Mo Jinchuan reluctantly explained, "Uncle Wu went to give false testimony for me."

"What certificate?" Aunt Wu frowned, listened carefully to the movements outside, and suddenly realized: "That old guy went to clean up your ass."

She muttered softly, "His growth was not in vain."

Song Yanxi stood up to help heat up the dishes, but she stopped her, saying, "Just sit here peacefully. Someone might come over from home later, and it'll be easier to talk with you around."

These days she has been helping villagers with their medical treatment and has never charged any fees.

The villagers were also busy. Some caught a chick, and some gave winter melon and radish to save for the New Year. Song Yanxi accepted them all with joy.

She is a good doctor, beautiful, gentle and polite to others, and has a very good reputation among the villagers.

In addition, she couldn't speak and looked so fragile that she seemed like she could be blown away by a gust of wind. When she was around, no one dared to speak too loudly for fear of scaring her.

After watching Aunt Wu leave, Song Yanxi poured a glass of water and used her fingertips to write on the table: "You are impulsive."

Mo Jinchuan lowered his eyes and said calmly, "I haven't exercised for a long time. Let me find someone to practice with."

What kind of reason is this?

Knowing that he was venting his anger for the old couple, Song Yanxi wrote: "I have to leave eventually."

It is impossible for them to stay in Hemu Village forever. It could be as long as a month or as short as three to five days.

But Uncle Wu and his wife couldn't leave.

While cooking in the evening, Aunt Wu told her about Wang Biao.

In her words, beasts like this cannot be called human beings.

Because he was afraid of the hardships of military service, he escaped the day before conscription, leaving his father, who was over fifty years old, to be captured to take his place.

What is a military camp?

Any strong young man who went in would be skinned alive, not to mention Old Man Wang, who was already old and had exhausted himself in his youth.

Less than a month after he was taken away, people from the same village brought back news of his death.

At that time, the villagers pooled together the money and the village chief came forward and took a lot of effort to pull the body back.

Until Old Man Wang was buried, his son Wang Biao, who was supposed to be in mourning to see him off, never showed up.

If he hadn't come back a few times later, the villagers would have thought that he had offended someone outside and was put in a sack and beaten to death.

If that were true, the villagers were so happy that they set off firecrackers for three days in a row.

A scum like this who doesn't even care about his own father, once he gets into trouble, he can do anything.

Song Yanxi's eyes darkened slightly, and a hint of murderous intent flashed in her eyes.

Since there is no way to guard against thieves for a hundred days, let's get rid of it once and for all.