"After not seeing him for ten days, my husband seems to have aged ten years and lost a lot of weight. He told me to leave and divorce him and find a way to raise the child. He is already living a life worse than death. He told me to forget him. He is suffering while alive..."

When Song Xiao'e said this, she burst into tears again.

At that time, she thought that it was really done by a man. She was so angry that she wanted to slap the man in the face. How could a man kill someone?

He's such a young child, how could he do that?

Moreover, Liu Yuyuan kept shouting at her to get out and leave that house.

At that time, Song Xiao'e was angry and anxious and refused to agree. She just cursed the man for being so cruel. However, she cried while cursing and refused to believe that her man would kill someone.

He was so honest, timid and kind that even though he knew that the child had broken the branch of the jujube tree, he still picked so many dates and sent them to the child's home as an apology, saying that they were from the same village and were related.

He has such a kind heart, how could he kill someone?

From that day on, Song Xiao'e went to see her man every few days whenever she had the chance. After seeing him, no matter how Liu Yuyuan scolded her, asked her to remarry or get out, she just cried and refused.

After a long time, everyone in the village called her the wife of a murderer, and her children were bullied every day. People said they were the children of a murderer and that they were vicious people.

She kept all these deep in her heart and insisted on going to see her man until the day the case was sentenced. When the two had a chance to meet alone, her man cried bitterly and told her.

He felt so wronged. He really didn't kill anyone. He didn't kill anyone, but he couldn't bear it. He felt that sometimes death could be a relief, and sometimes people could be happier to die than to live.

Song Xiao'e cursed, saying that it would be comfortable if the man died, but what about the living people?

They will live in the shadow all their lives, and their children, their parents, and their future generations will all be pointed at and accused of being the descendants of murderers.

This crime can never be washed away in my lifetime.

It remains a stain until everyone is dead.

Both of them cried, hugging each other and sobbing, especially the man, who only then cried out that he was innocent and told Song Xiao'e that he was unwilling to accept it. He really didn't kill the person. He really couldn't accept it.

But what can he do? Everyone says he killed her.

Moreover, they were uneducated and didn't know who to turn to for help. The case had already been judged and he had no choice but to die.

"God will open his eyes, and someone will know that you are innocent. I will ask someone to write a complaint for you. We are in court, and we cannot be wronged..."

Song Xiao'e hugged the man and cried while making a promise.

However, this is extremely difficult for two low-income farmers who have not even graduated from elementary school. They don’t even know how to go through the most basic legal procedures.

They can't even write a complaint.

They don’t know what the key thing is, they don’t know who to look for, they don’t know anything.

Song Xiao'e just firmly believed that her man did not kill anyone.

Then she went to find someone to write a petition, but no one was willing to do it. She begged again and again those educated people, those who could write, to write materials for her and then send them everywhere.

She didn't know how many people the materials had been sent to, whether they had been sent to the right people, or whether what she wrote was useful.

She just firmly believed that her man did not kill anyone.

Later, she met some people burning paper at a crossroads on the 15th day of the seventh lunar month. She heard people say that people who died unjustly have been wandering around the human world and refuse to be reincarnated, and such ghosts will appear in dreams.

She was really desperate. She felt that although no one believed that her husband did not kill anyone, the two dead children must know who killed them, and they were definitely not killed by their husband.

They will also feel unwilling to accept the consequences and are also looking for the person who actually killed them, so they will send messages to her in their dreams or to others.

When people are forced into a desperate situation and have no other options, they will try to grab even a straw, or something that is not even a straw. This is a metaphor for Song Xiao'e now.

She would burn paper money at the crossroads every month every year, wherever she went, no matter if it was her hometown village, the reservoir, the cornfield, or Jiangcheng where she currently worked.

She always burned paper money, praying that she would dream at night about how her two children died.

Moreover, she had been filing complaints everywhere, and it was not known whether it moved God or was known by kind-hearted people, but although her man had killed someone, he was not executed but was only sentenced and still had his life.

This still makes them feel hopeful.

As long as people are alive and persist, they will always see the light again and justice will be given.

"Help her up and give her a cup of tea!"

Zhang Fan looked at this ordinary peasant woman, who was kneeling on the ground tremblingly, telling him about what happened more than 20 years ago. He could feel how difficult these past few decades had been.

Any kind of despair can overwhelm countless people, but this peasant woman and her husband were not overwhelmed. They still persisted, hoping that the light would definitely come back.

People are very fragile, and sometimes even a small word can cost a life.

People are very strong and can persist for twenty or thirty years for something that seems hopeless.

Although this peasant woman is old, ignorant and uneducated, she deserves respect.

Zhang Fan asked Yin Rourou to give her a stool to sit on, helped her up, and brought her a cup of tea. This made Song Xiao'e very grateful to Zhang Fan and she felt like she was really dreaming.

This time he dreamed of Bodhisattva. Bodhisattva couldn’t bear it anymore. Finally, someone believed in his man’s injustice and was willing to listen.

"I already know what you are talking about. This is the Pawnshop of Heaven and Earth. If you want your man to be vindicated for the injustice he has been accused of, I can satisfy you, but you will have to pay a price, because all gains are also losses, because here, everything has a price..."

Zhang Fan explained the rules of the Pawnshop of Heaven and Earth.

Everything in the world can be traded, but you have to trade something that he likes.

Because there is no free lunch in this world. Whatever is given to you will be taken away from you in another form.

"Merciful Bodhisattva, I understand, I understand. Even Bodhisattvas need money for offerings. Everything I have, my husband's, my children's, everything in my home, you can take it away as long as you need it. I just want my husband to come back with a clean record. Merciful Bodhisattva, thank you..."

Song Xiao'e was originally sitting on a stool, but suddenly she knelt down again devoutly and made a wish to Zhang Fan.