“Tsk tsk,” Xie blinked, “Aunt Chunhua has driven my eldest aunt crazy.”

Jiang Nuan was stunned to see the clan chief's wife, who never argued with anyone, wrestling with Liao Shi like a madwoman.

Moreover, she discovered that the clan chief's wife deliberately chose to hit areas with lots of flesh, areas that were painful but not easily noticed.

"Mother," Huang Xiaosan said anxiously, "should we go and pull her back?"

"What's the rush?" Jiang Nuan spread her hands innocently. "There are several of us. You, as a man, need to avoid suspicion. Mother is weak, and Jiao Jiao and Ying Ying are too thin. Who can pull them up?"

Seeing the two acting like mad bulls, Huang Xiaosan subconsciously shook his head.

"You two, stop fighting," Sister-in-law Huang asked coldly. "Liao Chunhua, what did you mean by what you just said? What do you mean by the clan chief using you as a target?"

Back then, their family lost several chickens and ducks because of that incident. Moreover, because it was a feud with Lai Zi, they brought back a tyrant, and their property was frequently ransacked.

Because of this, the already tight budget became even more difficult.

Originally, they thought they had offended a scoundrel, and even if they had grievances in their hearts, they could only suffer in silence. Now that they know there is more to the story, their pent-up resentment over the years finally has an outlet.

"Exactly, Liao Chunhua, what did you mean by what you just said? Could it be that there's some other hidden story behind Lai Zi's matter?"

"That's right, neither of you are leaving today until we make this clear!"

More and more people spoke up, forcing the two fighters to call a truce.

Liao Chunhua plopped down on the ground, took a swig of the water she had prepared, and then spoke, "What could it mean? I was just used as a tool."

"It wasn't just me who was used as a tool; you were all the same, completely manipulated by that couple."

"Liao Chunhua, don't talk nonsense," the clan chief's wife said, rushing over to cover Liao's mouth.

Seeing this, Liao kicked him directly.

He kicked the clan chief's wife in the knee, and she collapsed to the ground in pain.

"See that?" Liao pointed disdainfully at the clan chief's wife, "Today this old woman is showing her true colors. For so many years, we've been completely fooled by her pretense."

These words drew everyone's attention to the clan chief's wife.

At this moment, the clan chief's wife had a purplish-blue face mixed with blood, which was quite frightening. Her neat clothes were torn to shreds, and her hair was disheveled and messy.

His eyes were fixed on Liao Shi with a venomous glare, both malevolent and sinister.

He was completely different from his usual kind and polite self.

"Stop with the nonsense," Sister-in-law Huang said, unmoved, and continued to press, "What exactly happened with Lai Zi?"

“What else could it be?” Liao said, giving up entirely. “Back then, that chicken was given to Lai Zi by my husband. He didn’t steal anything from my family, much less from yours.”

"You're talking nonsense. We've clearly lost a lot of chickens and ducks." A questioning voice rang out from the crowd.

“You don’t know whether it’s nonsense or not,” Liao said, glancing at the person who spoke with amusement. “Your husband, Huang Youquan, is a hunter. Didn’t he tell you how those chickens in the village went missing?”

Upon hearing this, the woman's face suddenly turned pale. "It's not a weasel, it can't be a weasel."

"What do you mean by that?" Sister-in-law Huang looked at the two of them in surprise and suspicion. "The chickens in our village were stolen by weasels?"

"What else did you think?" Liao scoffed. "You lot are ridiculous. You'd rather believe a weasel than a son."