Dumb Widow 4

"Hey, stop rummaging, the people are back." Before the woman could say anything, the other people who were rummaging in the room stopped first.

The woman was furious when she saw this. They had agreed to be together, but now she looked like a bad person.

Chen Wanyue approached the woman expressionlessly, and the latter took a step back unconsciously.

When she stopped, the woman realized that she had just felt fear.

Humph! He is just a mute, now he has no one to rely on, what should he be afraid of?! It must have been that night......

The woman threw the thought out of her mind, restored her usual vicious expression, and flicked her index finger in front of Shen Wanyue: "I don't want to waste time talking to you, hurry up and spit out the money you embezzled from my brother!"

Shen Wanyue did not move, but turned her eyes towards the woman's finger.

"I'm not saying anything bad about my sister-in-law, but this money belongs to our brother. What you are doing - is not good." Seeing the situation deadlocked, one of the people who had just rummaged through the house said.

Madam Li’s foolish husband is the youngest in the family, and everyone calls her “sister-in-law”.

"Yeah, when my brother was alive, how could we not take good care of him?"

As the words fell, Lady Li's memories entered Shen Wanyue's mind again, most of which were the faces of everyone who ridiculed them and their husband.

It's ridiculous to be hypocritical now.

Maybe Madam Li’s death has something to do with this group of people?

While thinking, Shen Wanyue's eyes returned to the face of the woman in front of her.

"You - why are you staring at me!" The woman felt a chill crawling up her back and neck, as if she was haunted by a ghost.

Chen Wanyue's mouth corners suddenly twitched, her eyebrows curved, she took off the package on her shoulder, and took out a hundred coins from it in front of everyone.

The sound of coins colliding struck the hearts of everyone in the room.

"Sister-in-law, what does this mean?"

The woman reached out to grab it, but was dodged by Chen Wanyue’s turning around.

Don't be in a hurry.

Everyone in the room came forward and asked, "Is this my brother's money?"

Chen Wanyue hugged the package tightly and walked into the house. Everyone surrounded her and she sat there like a lamb to be slaughtered.

The fact is just the opposite.

Chen Wanyue thought that since Madam Li asked her to come, she probably didn't care about the money. Of course, she probably didn't want the money to fall into the hands of those who bullied her.

So before coming here, she had already hidden the money, and now the only thing she had on her body was the hundred bucks she had just taken out.

Although Lady Li has no tongue, it is not difficult for her to pronounce simple words. It's just that she has not spoken for many years and is not used to the pronunciation of "wuwu".

Shen Wanyue was practicing pronunciation on the road, and people around her hid far away when they saw her.

"Oh Meng, hot." She took great effort to spit out these four words. The sound she made was very funny, but her expression remained unchanged, like a real superior.

The woman laughed out loud: "If you can't speak, don't speak, or you'll be laughed at."

Another relative disapproved and said, "Mrs. Zhu, don't say that." Maybe he wants to share the money? He didn't dare to say the latter sentence.

Mrs. Zhu snorted and turned her head away. These people, pretending to be good people, put in a lot of effort when they searched the house.

Shen Wanyue said nothing more, waiting for everyone to understand what she meant.

“…Oh—let’s talk?” Finally, after a young-looking man said what Shen Wanyue wanted to say, Shen Wanyue nodded.

The others were pleasantly surprised and asked, "Does the sister-in-law want to discuss how to divide the brother's money?"

Shen Wanyue nodded and shook the bag in her hand, causing the copper coins inside to make a crisp sound.

"How does my sister-in-law want to divide it?" someone asked tentatively.

It would be best if there were fewer conflicts. They don't have nothing to do every day. It would be better if they could be resolved peacefully.

Upon hearing this, Chen Wanyue took out the needle and thread and cloth given by Wu Laifeng from the package under everyone's hungry wolf-like eyes.

When Mrs. Zhu saw this, she thought of the mute's past. She heard that before the mute married her brother, she was an embroiderer. The most famous thing she did was embroidering a picture of "One Hundred Babies" for a landlord. It was said that after this embroidery was given to the landlord's family, the wife gave birth to twins, a boy and a girl.

But later on, I don’t know how his stupid brother redeemed it and returned it to the mute.

The fool said it was the dowry of a mute! What is this?

Thinking of this, Mrs. Zhu couldn't help but start thinking again. The painting of "One Hundred Babies" might be able to sell for a lot of money.

As an embroiderer, Chen Wanyue is young and her eyesight is at its best.

She was observant of everyone's expressions and naturally noticed Mrs. Zhu.

But she didn't make any unnecessary movements. Instead, she quietly threaded the needle through the cloth in her hand.

Time was running out, so Chen Wanyue just narrated the story by drawing simple sketches when she was bored.

Although there are not many lines, it can well explain the situation of "inheritance division" of her husband.

When Shen Wanyue was reeling in the line, Mrs. Zhu couldn't help herself and directly took the piece of cloth in her hand, and she didn't stop her.

"Hey, Mrs. Zhu, don't be so anxious. Let me take a look." There was a commotion and everyone gathered around.

Madam Li's physical memory is always intermittent, but fortunately Shen Wanyue has a general understanding of the family's personnel situation and made a random division.

"This is a bar..."

One person answered: "It should be given to the boss..."

I saw a lot of strokes under the "一", "What does this mean?"

At the same time, everyone's eyes were focused on Shen Wanyue who was reeling in the line.

Shen Wanyue ignored it.

Still another one tried to say, ".....a sum should mean one hundred dollars, I remember our family tree used to divide it this way."

Chen Wanyue nodded. She really meant that whoever drew more lines below would get more money. As for the rest, let them explain it themselves, and she only needed to nod and shake her head.

The room finally became quiet, and everyone gathered around a piece of rag to discuss how much it cost.

The greedy faces of everyone were infinitely magnified at this moment. They were like hungry wolves drooling wildly around a freshly dead animal in the cold winter.

Disgusting and ugly.

On the other hand, Chen Wanyue lowered her brows as she tidied up the messed up bed, hiding the disgust in her eyes.

"It's just three lines. Oh my, Third Brother's house is only this big. Hahaha..."

The third brother's face turned green and then white.

During this process, Shen Wanyue only nodded and shook her head.

In the end, everyone knew how much money they would get.

Some are dissatisfied, some are happy.

The one with the darkest face was Mrs. Zhu, because her family received the least money.

Mrs. Zhu didn't make a fuss at this time.

Is the mute still holding a grudge about what happened that night?

"Come on, it's time to go back and eat." Those who were satisfied left first.

Although those who are dissatisfied are unwilling to do so, the amount of money added up is not small, and it might be all the property of the dumb person. Asking for more will only cause trouble for himself.

After thinking it through, they all left.

There was only one person left - Mrs. Zhu.

When the last relative left, he took the initiative to ask, "Mrs. Zhu, aren't you leaving?"

"I'll talk to my sister-in-law for a while."

The man said nothing more and walked away.

Mrs. Zhu is a notorious shrew in their area, and she was the one who led the commotion this time.

Shen Wanyue no longer had an indifferent attitude. She stood up and stuffed the package in her hand back.

She gave everyone a deadline to come and collect their allocated money early tomorrow morning.

Mrs. Zhu had a strong waist and looked scary. She walked closer to Shen Wanyue step by step.

She wanted to use this method to suppress the other party's momentum, and also to suppress her inner fear.

The memory of Lady Li in Shen Wanyue's mind was triggered at this moment.

As the scenes changed, the scene in front of her turned into night. She was outside the house, but the face and movements of Mrs. Zhu in front of her remained unchanged.

Similar scenes or reminders would trigger memories - Chen Wanyue did not flinch at all, but was thinking of ways to trigger memories.

Oh, why do you care about this? Do you want to wear it on someone else? I don't want to suffer.

The memory seemed to reappear. In the dark night, Mrs. Zhu's eyeballs seemed to fly out of their sockets, and her rough hands pushed towards "Madam Li". Madam Li wanted to dodge, but she fell onto the stone beside her because of the stone under her feet.

Gradually, Madam Li's eyelids blocked her vision, and the last thing she saw was Mrs. Zhu's departing back.

There are so many memories, but they are fleeting as if accelerated.

Before she could even savor the moment, Mrs. Zhu in real life was already standing in front of her.

Just like in my memory, she opened her eyes wide, and the foul smell from her mouth hit me in the face: "Dumb, are you really going against me! Why do other people have more money than me?

Do you remember what happened the night before yesterday? I can tell you that you fell down by yourself, and I didn’t even touch a hair of yours.”

Shen Wanyue took a step back in disgust and even covered her mouth and nose with her hands.

It stinks, how can someone's breath stink so bad?

"You! You! You stinky mute! Dead widow, no matter how stinky my mouth is, it is much better than your husband who is now buried and stinking -"

Chen Wanyue didn't want to get entangled, and with the idea that less trouble is worse than more, she put on a smile and "sent" the foul-mouthed Zhu Sao out of the house.

No wonder your mouth smells bad. It’s probably because you say too many dirty words and the bad taste has slowly become part of your mouth.

She waved her palm in front of her nose and there seemed to be a lingering smell.

The memory from a moment ago seemed like Mrs. Zhu accidentally killed Mrs. Li.

The reason why he was sure of this was that he actually had memories of the dark scene after "Madam Li" closed her eyes.

Logically, when Lady Li's soul leaves her body, she should no longer record any memories, and her body should stop working as if the battery was removed.

Could it be that someone else took action after Mrs. Zhu left?

With this thought in mind, Chen Wanyue cleaned up the messed-up house.

However, this family has done many things to hurt Madam Li, so I'll just take it as a token of my devotion.

Maybe Madam Li will be happy and say good things to the King of Hell so that she can live longer?

In the past, Chen Wanyue never took these gods and ghosts to heart.

Until I experienced one outrageous thing after another, and heard what Wu Laifeng said to me...

Speaking of him, Shen Wanyue took out the handkerchief from the package.

The four corners of the cloth have turned yellow, but the peony in the center is still bright.

I think Mr. Wu has taken good care of it.

But he has been in the world for so long, how could he not find someone suitable to embroider peonies?

Either he wants to give up the idea, or he is impressed by her ability...

If she couldn't figure it out, Shen Wanyue wouldn't think too much about it.

Before it got dark, she took out the needle and thread that Madam Li had left in the house, selected the silk thread of the right color and began to thread the needle.

Mrs. Li's thread was very long and tangled up in a tangled ball. She had to sort it out before she could actually thread it through the needle.

What she didn't notice was that when she was arranging the silk thread, it brushed across the scar on her forehead. It was just a light touch, and compared to the pain of the scar itself, it didn't attract any attention at all.