Chapter 342 I have someone above me

Hearing this, Wang Biao's eyes flickered. He didn't dare to look her in the eye at all, and said vaguely: "I was drunk last night and I can't remember."

Aunt Wang sneered, "Of course not. When you're drunk you can't remember what you said, but you can remember that it was Pingchuan who hit you.

Why didn't he just kill you?"

"You old bastard..." Wang Biao became angry and embarrassed.

The village chief quickly interrupted him and asked, "Tell me the truth, are you having another bout of illness?"

He knew Dongsheng and his wife, and they would never say anything that didn't happen.

Although the young man Pingchuan has not been in the village for a long time, he has always been friendly with everyone and has never had an argument with anyone.

Even if he doesn't understand others, how could he not know his own nephew?

He must have been caught red-handed because he couldn't help but say something unpleasant about Pingchuan's wife behind her back.

"What old problem or not? I don't understand what you are talking about."

Wang Biao's eyes flickered, and he clearly looked guilty of having done something bad.

What else doesn't he understand?

The village chief sighed and said with a face full of shame: "Dongsheng, I have let your family down."

Uncle Wu had a dark face and said nothing.

The villagers looked at each other and did not dare to speak to persuade them.

The village is so big that everyone knows how Wang Changgui, the village chief, has treated his nephew.

If he really had the heart to break off relations with him, he would have divided up the three old houses of Wang Biao's family long ago.

The reason why the villagers were still willing to maintain superficial politeness with Wang Biao was all because of his reputation as the village chief's second uncle.

Otherwise, a person of his character wouldn't even bother to look at the dog at the village entrance.

The village chief's face suddenly became a little embarrassed, and when he received his wife's complaining eyes, he could only harden his heart and said, "Aren't you going to report it to the police? I will go there myself tomorrow morning."

Wang Biao was stunned.

Report to the police? How can I report to the police?

Others may not know what's going on here, but his second uncle knows.

There was no need to bring the case to court. As soon as the people from the county government heard his name, they would come to the village, tie him up and send him to the military camp.

With his condition, wouldn't that be the end of him?

Wang Biao stared at the village chief.

He is his second uncle!

The village chief's eyes flickered and he opened his mouth, but someone pinched his arm hard.

Facing his second aunt's resentful eyes, Wang Biao suddenly understood something and sneered, "Okay, okay, Wang Changgui, don't regret it."

As he said this, he turned around and was about to leave.

Aunt Wu hurriedly shouted, "Quick, hold him down."

Before she spoke, Wang Biao had already thought about running away. He had just taken two steps when Mo Jinchuan threw him over his shoulder and knocked him to the ground.

His face was distorted with pain, but he still swore, "Let me go if you know what's good for you. I have someone above me."

Upon hearing this, the villagers who rushed forward to help kidnap the man obviously hesitated.

They had indeed heard that Wang Biao had some "connections" and could often find out things they didn't know.

Is there someone above?

Song Yanxi and Mo Jinchuan looked at each other and instantly understood what the other was thinking.

It’s good to have someone, but the scary thing is that he has no one.

Mo Jinchuan took the rope from the villager and asked coldly, "Do you want to cooperate on your own, or should I help you?"

Meeting his cold gaze, Wang Biao shrank his neck, as if he had lost all his strength in an instant.

When he was tied up, he always felt that someone was staring at him, which made him feel creepy. When he turned around, he found that it was Aunt Wu who was staring at him without blinking.

Seeing him looking over, Aunt Wu suddenly said, "Wang's boy, when you see my Lei Zi downstairs, remember to catch up with him."

The blood color on Wang Biao's face disappeared completely in an instant.

His lips trembled, as if he had seen something extremely terrifying.

Worried that he might say something silly and upset the old couple, the village chief hurriedly ordered, "Hurry up, gag him and drag him away. As soon as tomorrow morning comes, send him to the authorities."

When being dragged away by two people, Wang Biao still stared at Aunt Wu without blinking, with more disbelief than panic in his eyes.

If he could speak, Song Yanxi guessed, he would probably say, "How do you know?"

Thinking back to Aunt Wu's incoherent words just now, her heart sank.

Could it be that Zhang Biao had something to do with her second son's death?

But before this, she had clearly been unwilling to accept the news of her two sons' deaths, and would rather choose to deceive herself than face reality.

What happened before they came back?

Song Yanxi was lost in thought when she suddenly heard someone shouting in the yard, "Everyone, make way. Let's carry the things into the house first."

The villagers' attention was all on Wang Biao just now. Although they heard what Lao Tian said, they didn't take it to heart.

Only when I heard the noise outside did I come to my senses.

Someone asked curiously: "What good things did you two buy? The Chinese New Year is still half a month away. It's too early to buy New Year's goods now."

As he was speaking, he heard a child outside shouting, "Milk, meat, lots of meat!"

The person being called for milk smiled sheepishly at Song Yanxi, "Look at this child, he's so greedy, everything he sees looks like meat."

"His aunt, please come out and take a look. Pingchuan bought half a pig."

"And what's in this sack? It feels a bit like cotton."

"Wow, this smell must be the food I bought from the restaurant in town."

"Old Wu's family has become wealthy now, and they even have rice and flour and other things. How much money would it cost to buy so much?"

The villagers outside were talking at once, but their hands were also working decisively, helping each other to carry the things on the ox carts and donkey carts into the house.

Song Yanxi took out the malt candy she bought in town and distributed it to the children who rushed forward to join in the fun.

The one standing in the front took the candy, rolled her eyes, and said sweetly, "Thank you, Auntie!"

When the other children heard this, they all called her "Auntie".

Someone else praised: "Auntie is so beautiful."

The village chief patted his head and asked, "Boy, is this the first time you've met your aunt today?"

It would have been fine if it was just a kid making a fuss, but hearing him say that, Song Yanxi couldn't help but feel embarrassed.

But these little guys usually call Mo Jinchuan Uncle Pingchuan, and as Pingchuan's wife, she should naturally call him Aunt.

But when she met those clear eyes, she couldn't help feeling ashamed for having deceived them.

Fortunately, we bought a lot of malt candy, so each child could get several.

Looking at their innocent smiles, Song Yanxi felt much better.

For a moment, the house was filled with the sound of "Auntie", and the joyful atmosphere also infected other villagers.

Seeing that Aunt Wu finally had a smile on her face, Xiao Qiang's mother quickly stepped forward, took her hand and said, "Sister Xiumei is really something. She didn't even inform us about such a big thing in advance. How could she only tell us in the morning and then secretly prepare everything in the evening?"

Someone asked: "What's the matter? Tell us all about it."

Just as Aunt Wu was about to stop her, Xiaoqiang's mother blurted out, "What else could it be? It's the Pingchuan couple's wedding.

You see, our sister-in-law is really good at keeping secrets. She just told me this morning that she wanted me to help her put on two new quilts, and now she's bringing everything back. How can I make it in time? "

Song Yanxi immediately looked at Mo Jinchuan, only to find that he had the same confusion in his eyes as her.

How come they don’t know about their marriage?