Chapter 172 What about me?

Yang Zhao stood up from the ground, clutching his backside, covered in dust.

Unlike his previous arrogance, he now cowered and covered his buttocks.

"Second brother, I didn't mean it, I was just too anxious. Second brother knows that I've always had my heart set on your Chunxue. You even tried to set us up last time, but it all fell through after you went. I've been so worried that I can't sleep."

As he spoke, his face was full of bitterness, and he tried to appease him, "Second brother, I'm not usually like this. I drank some wine today to embolden myself, and I was too hasty, that's why I acted like this."

Master Zhang chuckled, "You killed someone before, was that also unintentional?"

Song Zhizhu was taken aback.

"He killed someone?"

Master Zhang stared at Yang Zhao with a half-smile, "You are burdened with sins of killing, and you cannot escape the consequences of your own actions. You are a complete villain. You only have one daughter, and you even want to sell her to get a woman for you. You are just good at pretending. You dare to be presumptuous in front of me. Your good days are over."

As he spoke, he raised his hand to form a hand seal, closed his eyes and chanted a few incantations, then threw out a talisman.

"Hurry, hurry, as the law commands! Go!"

Yang Zhao knelt on the ground, wailing and kowtowing repeatedly, "Taoist Master, spare my life! Taoist Master, spare my life! I didn't mean to kill anyone! It was just an accident! That woman..."

The sisters who came out upon hearing the noise, along with Song's second sister-in-law, were all startled.

Did this Yang Zhao really kill someone?

"Still dare to argue? You took advantage of her vulnerability. That woman was alone, so you climbed over the wall and raped her to death," Master Zhang rebuked in a deep voice. "You are a beast."

Outraged, Master Zhang stepped forward and kicked him.

Yang Zhao fell to the ground, snot and tears streaming down his face.

"No, no, how could you know these things, Taoist priest? You must be cheating. How could I be that kind of person?"

Master Zhang ignored him and turned to Song Zhizhu, "I wonder if Second Brother can report this to the authorities? He is the murderer who killed the woman from the back mountain village three years ago."

Song Zhizhu was shocked. He opened his mouth, then asked in a hoarse voice, "How did you know, Daoist Master?"

"No matter how I know, I never lie." He turned and looked at Yang Zhao with disgust. "This man's orphan girl is likely to suffer misfortune. Brother Song is a capable person in charge of the estate. Why don't you find her a good family? It would be a good deed."

"Alright, alright, if that's what you say, Daoist, I'll definitely take care of it." Song Zhizhu walked up to Yang Zhao. "Let's go, come with me to the government office."

"No, no, no, don't listen to his nonsense, Second Brother, I didn't kill anyone..." Yang Zhao knelt on the ground, crying and cursing, "He's just a swindler, don't believe him."

Alai handed over a rope, "Second Uncle, here you go."

He smiled and said, "I told you he was bad."

Song Zhizhu rubbed his head. "Okay, Uncle will go now."

Second sister-in-law came over and said, "Let Mian'er go with you. If that doesn't work, call Lao Liu to come along too."

“Okay, you don’t need to worry about me,” Song Zhizhu said, looking at the three Song sisters. “You all don’t need to worry about me. Eat well and don’t go back tonight. Wait for me to come back.”

"Master, don't go either. I'll treat you to a drink when I get back." Song Zhizhu said with a smile in his eyes. "Today we have rid the people of a scourge. I want to thank you properly on behalf of my fellow villagers."

Master Zhang nodded and smiled, "Second Brother, you're too kind. Go and come back soon."

Yang Zhao tried to run away, but Song Mian and A Lai pinned him to the ground.

Song Zhizhu tied him up, and the three of them went to the government office together.

The others were still in shock, never expecting that Yang Zhao had such a past.

Second Sister-in-law reacted quickly. She laughed loudly, "The Taoist priest is a divine being. He can actually see through such a thing. Yang Zhao is clearly guilty. It's true that you can know a person's face but not their heart."

“Evil people get their just deserts. It’s good that the Taoist priest came today.” She greeted them with a smile. “Come in and eat. You two go to the main room and wait. I’ll go down to the kitchen. The two girls have prepared everything. Cui Cui’s stir-fried meat sauce is really delicious.”

“Okay, I’ll go with my sister-in-law to get the noodles,” Song Chunlian turned to Song Chunxue, “Fifth brother, you’re in charge of serving Master Zhang the meal. He’s a very important person to us. Look, your second brother even brought out paper and pen. Don’t be negligent.”

Song Chunmei also went to the kitchen. "Fifth brother, you should follow the Taoist priest and learn his skills well. If you can learn even a tenth or a twelfth of his skills in the future, you'll be able to walk around here with an air of superiority."

Song Chunxue thought so too, and she quickly pointed towards the main house, "Let's go, Daoist Master, please come in and take a seat."

Master Zhang was both amused and exasperated. He raised his hand and tapped her head with his whisk, saying, "Why are you meddling in this mess?"

Then, he strode ahead of her, flicking his whisk with great flair.

"..." Song Chunxue looked at his back, which was full of smugness.

The slight admiration I had just felt vanished in an instant.

Master Zhang sat in front of the tea stove and poured the boiling tea into a teacup.

Do you want some?

Song Chunxue sat opposite him and shook her head.

"Senior brother, how did you see through what he did? Do you have some kind of supernatural ability?"

Master Zhang picked up his teacup, took a sip, and exuded an air of mystery.

“In another seven or eight years, if you haven’t been lazy, you’ll be able to figure things out. With your current level of understanding, even if I explained it to you, you wouldn’t understand.” Saying this, he raised his finger and pointed outside, “You’d better dig up that willow tree behind this yard.”

Song Chunxue nodded, "Yes, I've heard the saying 'Don't plant mulberry trees in front of the willow trees behind the tree,' but most of the trees here are poplar and willow. I told them before, but they wouldn't listen. They said they wanted to wait until they grew into timber to make coffins."

Master Zhang nodded and smiled faintly, "Hmm, it seems you know a little. Besides, that willow tree isn't growing well; half of it is withered."

"By the way, should I cut off your unwanted romantic advances?"

Song Chunxue nodded vigorously, "Senior brother knows how to cut off peach blossoms, why didn't you say so earlier?"

Master Zhang listened to the sounds coming from the kitchen and lowered his voice, saying, "Because not all peach blossoms are bad peach blossoms. What if your true love is among them? Wouldn't that mean you've cut them all off? It's not that we can't get married."

Song Chunxue shook her head and chuckled, "I've said it so many times, even if there were any, I wouldn't want them. Senior brother, please kill them all for me."

"What if you regret it?" Master Zhang picked up the tea canister and added an apricot wood stump to the stove.

"I have no regrets. Senior brother, just kill him. I'll raise a dog from now on." She leaned forward. "So, senior brother, you haven't gotten married yet. Haven't your family been pressuring you? You never seem to mention your family?"

Now that Song Chunxue's family has been seen by the Taoist priest, she also wants to learn more about her senior brother.

“My senior brother’s family won’t concern themselves with these things.” Master Zhang turned to look at the kitchen, stood up and said, “You watch the tea for now, I’ll go check on the kitchen.”

"Senior brother, you..." Seeing his senior brother leave directly, such a direct escape only made people more curious.

This at least proves that he wasn't homeless, but rather that he didn't want to go home.

Both situations seem equally bad.

Before long, each person came out of the kitchen carrying two bowls of noodles.

"Time for noodles! I've never had buckwheat noodles with minced meat sauce before. This child, Neng Neng, lives up to his name. He can cut buckwheat noodles so thinly and evenly. His skill is remarkable." The Taoist priest praised, "This child will be blessed in the future."

Song Chunmei's eyes darted around, and she asked with a smile, "Daoist Master, what about my Cuicui?"

Where is my Ah Lai?

"Senior brother, what about me?" Song Chunxue smiled as well.