"Auntie Wang, Wang Lai did something wrong. You can't do this."

"Get lost. I can't do this. I want that. My son has already said it has nothing to do with him. You just don't believe it. What's wrong? You want to directly convict my son."

"Auntie Wang, Wang Lai's footprints are right there. Everyone can see it. Who else could it be but Wang Lai?"

"I don't care who he is. He's not my son. There are so many people who haven't tried yet. How do you know if someone will match the shoe prints?"

When the village chief arrived and heard what Mrs. Wang had said, he immediately turned around and said, "Everyone who hasn't tried it should go and try it, so that Mrs. Wang won't think she has wronged Wang Lai."

So the remaining villagers lined up to try it.

The result was as everyone expected, only Wang Lai's footprints matched.

This made Mrs. Wang a little unsure.

But she absolutely did not believe that the waterwheel and bamboo pipe had anything to do with her son.

Even if her son was no longer a skilled musician, he knew the importance of the waterwheel and bamboo pipe.

They were so happy to have the waterwheel and bamboo pipes that how could they be so foolish as to cause trouble?

But the shoe print test results told her that her son was the biggest suspect.

Then Mrs. Wang leaned over to Wang Lai's ear and whispered, "Son, tell me if it was you who did it."

Wang Lai was upset. When he heard what Wang Po said, he said impatiently, "Mother, are you still my mother? How come even you don't believe me?"

"No, no, I believe you. I know it has nothing to do with you. Don't worry, I will make sure you're alright even if it costs me my life."

"Why don't you go find the village chief and let me go immediately."

"Okay, okay, okay, son, just bear with it for a while. I'll go find the village chief right away."

Mrs. Wang took small steps and quickly walked up to the village chief. She lost her previous arrogance and said to him in a low voice, "Village chief, this has nothing to do with my son. Please tell someone to release my son."

The village chief really didn't want to talk to Mrs. Wang, so he walked past her sideways.

Mrs. Wang reached out and grabbed the village chief's sleeve.

“Sizzle!”

I saw that Mrs. Wang was holding a piece of sleeve in her hand. The village chief looked at the torn clothes and his face turned as black as a pot sticker.

This was one of the few intact clothes he had, yet it was torn to pieces by Mrs. Wang, in front of so many villagers.

But as the village chief, no matter how much he felt sorry for the clothes, he couldn't argue with a woman. He just ignored the sleeves and walked away.

Mrs. Wang tore the village chief's clothes and was feeling guilty, afraid that the village chief would ask her to pay compensation.

Seeing that the village chief ignored her and left, she immediately felt relieved.

But it was a little too early to relax, as the village head's wife Zhou Juan didn't want to let her go easily.

Zhou Juan had always disliked Wang Po, and they had even had a quarrel over Liu a few days ago.

Zhou Juan asked Wang Po to be more considerate to Liu, saying that she was a woman and should not deliberately waste Liu's time and that she should just take care of her three granddaughters.

Mrs. Wang refused to listen and even deliberately made Liu suffer, and did the same to her three granddaughters.

Seeing that Liu and the three girls had suffered a lot because of her, Zhou Juan never cared about the Wang family's affairs again.

But sometimes, when I met Liu's daughter, I would give her some food.

This time, Mrs. Wang tore her old man's clothes to pieces. How could Zhou Juan miss the opportunity to teach Mrs. Wang a lesson?

"Wang Lai Niang, why are you so mean? Why are you tearing my old man's clothes?"

Mrs. Wang knew she was in the wrong and was afraid that the village chief would ask her to pay for the clothes.

Now that the village chief is gone, she is still afraid of nothing, even the village chief's wife.

So Wang Pozi and Zhou Juan started to fight each other.

The village chief had Wang Lai taken to the ancestral hall.

Wang Lai racked his brains but couldn't figure out why the shoe print matched his own.