Wen Nan didn't say much.

She walked into the yard and saw a tuft of yellow feathers in the corner. Wen Nan kicked away the snow on the ground, revealing all the chicken's feathers.

Aunt Zhao continued to argue, "What does that prove? I bought a chicken and slaughtered it."

Seeing that Lu Yanqing hadn't come over, the embroiderer decided not to pretend anymore.

"Madam Wen's ability to slander people has not changed. I will not allow you to be so presumptuous in my home." The embroiderer's voice was cold, and her disgusted gaze fell on Wen Nan without any attempt to hide it.

Wen Nan didn't take it seriously; her gaze fell on the clothes draped over the chair inside.

Wen Nan pulled up the cotton coat, revealing a clear black mark on his chest, tinged with soil.

Wen Nan looked at Aunt Zhao with a half-smile.

"The evidence is conclusive."

Aunt Zhao's face also turned pale for a moment.

The chicken was indeed stolen by Aunt Zhao.

But she refused to admit it no matter what. Could Wen Nan really kill her?

The embroiderer's gaze fell on Aunt Zhao. Everyone in the impoverished Lianhua Village knew that Wen Nan's family raised a chicken.

Aunt Zhao stole the chicken, and the embroiderer naturally knew about it.

But it's just a chicken. They refuse to admit it no matter what. Do you think Wen Nan would make them spit it out?

The mother and daughter seemed quite unhappy.

They took advantage of the situation but refused to admit it. Would Wen Nan really kill someone to silence them over a chicken?

In the end, all we can do is accept our bad luck and give up.

The more the mother and daughter thought about it, the happier they felt.

But Wen Nan is someone who refuses to suffer in silence.

Wen Nan walked up to Aunt Zhao and grabbed her collar.

With his other hand, he directly pulled the money bag out of Aunt Zhao's arms.

Aunt Zhao's eyes widened as she tried to resist, but Wen Nan was incredibly strong. Aunt Zhao was used to farm work and couldn't overpower Wen Nan!

The embroiderer wanted to go forward to help, but Wen Nanwei remained unmoved.

The embroiderer was both angry and annoyed. She used all her strength, but she still couldn't budge Wen Nan.

The embroiderer reached out to pinch Wen Nan's arm, but Wen Nan was wearing thick clothes, and no matter how hard the embroiderer tried, Wen Nan didn't react at all.

Wen Nan waved his hand lightly, and the embroiderer stumbled back several steps, almost falling to the ground.

"How can you be like this, Madam Wen! Using violence at will!" Aunt Zhao was also anxious and reached out to pull at Wen Nan's clothes.

"Lady Wen, how reckless you are!" The embroiderer took several steps back and almost fell to the ground.

The embroiderer never expected that a woman could have such strength.

The mother and daughter both turned bright red with embarrassment.

Wen Nan opened his money bag and counted out sixty coins.

I happened to buy an old hen at the market.

Wen Nan reached into his pocket and put the money in.

“If you ate a chicken, you have to pay for it with another chicken.” Wen Nan reached out and threw the rest of the money at Aunt Zhao.

Aunt Zhao was so angry that her face turned red.

"Lady Wen, you're robbing people of their money! Do you believe me... or I'll let the whole village know... and make you suffer the scorn of the entire village!" The embroiderer was so angry that her head was spinning.

Wen Nan smiled lightly, turned her head leisurely, and saw that the woman had bright and beautiful eyes. She said with a light laugh, "Then the embroiderer and Aunt Zhao can go and spread the word."

"Spread the word about how you stole my chicken, how you... denied it, and how the money I demanded from you."

The woman's expression suddenly tightened, turning icy cold, and the surrounding air pressure seemed to drop several degrees.

"Sixty coins is just enough to buy a large hen in the market. I didn't take any more than that, just to see if people would think that Aunt Zhao would still have any face left."

Stealing someone's old hen at such an advanced age and refusing to admit it... Zhao Da Niang, who is practically half-buried, will surely be cursed.

The embroiderer is not married yet... which is also not a good thing.

Aunt Zhao and the embroiderer could only swallow their broken teeth and blood.