He stretched out his right hand and slapped her twice.
He was so strong that he knocked Wan to the ground with a single blow.
"Waaah, no, I didn't! My husband insisted on asking me for it. I refused at first, but what could I do?"
Wan felt extremely wronged.
She collapsed to the ground.
Wiping away tears.
"Alright, alright, Father, why are you hitting Wan Shi? She meant well. If Chu Wei hadn't taken such a risky path and insisted on entering that unheard-of candle, he wouldn't have been deceived. What's the use of blaming Wan Shi now? The most important thing now is to rescue Chu Wei as soon as possible. Alright, Wan Shi, stand up. Father, stop making a scene. Let's go home and talk about it. Look, there are people watching the show. Let's go home."
He Wanjiang was actually angry with the Wan family.
He just felt embarrassed seeing passersby nearby.
At his urging.
He Shanhu held his breath.
He walked into the house with his hands behind his back without saying a word.
Wan also got up from the ground.
Follow slowly.
Meanwhile, on the other side is Shuangqiao Town.
Yan Xia's family was roasting sweet potatoes in the yard.
Even if you clean the yard every day after it gets cold, there will still be a lot of fallen leaves after the weather gets cold.
Seeing Zhao'er's listless expression, and her daughter-in-law lying in bed bored out of her mind.
She had the servants pile up the fallen leaves, and personally carried Jing Shui to a chair in the courtyard, making sure to cover her with a blanket.
Then he called his eldest daughter-in-law over and had the wet nurse bring Tuanzi to warm themselves by the fire.
Zhao'er squatted on the ground.
It looks tiny.
Her face was flushed red from the fire.
"Grandma, are the roasted sweet potatoes delicious?" Zhao'er asked.
"It's delicious! Zhao'er, haven't you tried it before?" Yan Xia replied.
"No, Zhao'er has only ever had sweet potato soup. It's delicious, white and yellow."
White and yellow? Yan Xia knew immediately that Zhao'er's family was eating mushy sweet potatoes that were too dry to roast. These sweet potatoes were not suitable for roasting because they were too dry. Today, she was roasting red sweet potatoes, which were sweeter than white sweet potatoes and were also dry, soft and sticky.
It's especially delicious.
"Once it's baked, your great-aunt will choose the sweetest one for you." Yan Xia ruffled Zhao'er's dry, rough hair and then pulled her back a little.
If we get too close, the corner of our clothes might get burned, which could cause water damage and make it unsafe.
When the fallen leaves burned, the flames shot up so high that when the children came home and saw the smoke, they thought the house was on fire.
What a blunder!
That's really funny.
In autumn, everything withers, and the world seems to be filled with sorrow.
Time flies, and it was early morning at the end of the month.
The He family's gate was wide open.
Six people came out.
Leading the way were He Chuwei and Wan Shi, who pushed a cart out from inside, followed by He Shanhu and his wife, He Wanjiang, and Liu Shi.
The whole family is together.
He Chuwei has suffered a lot since he was imprisoned. After the He family father and son returned that day, they only waited three days before Gao Heming, the magistrate of Shu County, held court to interrogate them.
Because there were too many people filing lawsuits.
The incident was also very serious.
Kochi Prefecture sentenced He Chuwei to fifty strokes of the cane.
That's fifty strokes of the cane! Even a strong, healthy man couldn't withstand it. At best, he'd be crippled; at worst, he'd lose his life.
Moreover, He Chuwei was beaten to the point of barely having any life left.
It's a miracle they survived; they're lucky to have been born.
In order to save the only son of the He family, He Shanhu had no choice but to reluctantly agree to compensate the victims with silver in exchange for his grandson's life. In addition, he sent silver to the county magistrate through the officials, which reduced the punishment from fifty strokes to ten.
Where did this money come from?
Of course, it was obtained by selling the He family's shops and houses.
Therefore, at the end of the month.
The He family consists of six people.
They moved out of the He family's house.
Penniless, they prepared to head to a village outside the city.
There was a dilapidated house there, the site of the He family's ancestral graves. Servants used to guard it to prevent bad people from digging up the graves and ruining the family's feng shui. But ever since then, the family's business has plummeted.
We simply couldn't afford to support so many servants.
The He family sold off many of their servants and maids, so their ancestral graves have been unattended ever since.
Although the house was dilapidated.
But eventually, there's always a place to settle down.
If they don't go, their whole family will be reduced to sleeping on the streets.
In just half a month, He Shanhu seemed to have aged more than ten years; most of his jet-black hair had turned white.
The wrinkles on my face have also increased considerably.
Even He Wanjiang, who was always carefree, looked incredibly weathered.
But compared to them.
He Chuwei has changed drastically.
Because he had been tortured, he stayed in jail for several days and was given ten more lashes.
He walked with a limp.
Originally, her weight was moderate.
He's so thin now, he looks like a refugee.
Although the whip marks on his face and hands had scabbed over, they still looked terrifying.
"Grandparents, Father, I'm so sorry, it's all my fault. Don't worry, I will definitely restore the He family to its former glory!"
After He Chuwei finished speaking, no one paid him any attention.
It would be a lie to say that it's not his fault.
He Shanhu and his son were heartbroken.
But if they don't sell their family property, the He family will be wiped out.
In their hearts.
Offspring are more important than money.
"Alright, enough talk, let's get going."
He Wanjiang waved his hand, lowered his head and walked forward, his originally straight back bending and bending.
A quarter of an hour later, they arrived at the path outside the city gate.
But they were stopped by the three men.
"Yang Qing? What are you doing here? A good dog doesn't block the way! Get out of the way!" He Shanhu was furious when he saw his mortal enemy Yang Qing. He knew without a doubt that Yang Qing had come to see him make a fool of himself.
"What am I here for? To mock you, of course! He Shanhu, you've finally met your match! Hahaha, heaven has eyes! I, Yang Qing, have finally avenged my great grudge! I'm not afraid to tell you, do you know why your precious grandson was arrested? Don't you find it strange? Of all things, he was the only one who was unlucky enough to buy that batch of corpse oil candles?"
Yang Qing curled the corners of her lips, looking at him with a half-smile.
"What do you mean?" He Shanhu was dumbfounded.
He always thought his grandson was being clever and had been deceived into spending over three hundred taels of silver on corpse oil candles.
Could there be some hidden story behind this?
Seeing his nemesis's expression, He Shanhu suddenly realized.
"You, you, you!!!"
"So, it was you who ruined me. The He family has fallen to such a state because of you, right? It must be you! You have such a vicious heart. What have I, He Shanhu, ever done to offend you? Did you have to resort to such methods? Aren't you afraid of retribution?"
He Shanhu was so angry he nearly fell backward.
He extended his index finger.
He pointed at Yang Qing's face, his fingers trembling.
"I'm getting my comeuppance? Ha! Why should I get my comeuppance? You're the one who deserves it! He Shanhu! When you killed my sister, weren't you afraid of getting your comeuppance? In the dead of night, aren't you afraid that my sister's vengeful spirit will come to haunt you and take your life? How dare you say such things to me!"
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