The crowd looked toward Shui Qing.
The old village chief thought about it and nodded, agreeing that it was feasible.
Li Wu exclaimed, "Since it's feasible, let's gather firewood and clean up the place!"
They have a lot of people, so they can clean up quickly and gather firewood fast. Even if things really don't work out later, it'll just take a little time, which isn't a big deal. They have plenty of time, so they don't have much else.
As soon as Li Wu finished speaking, some men responded and prepared to fight.
"Wait!" Fan Qian shouted, stepped forward, squinted at Hu Shuiqing and asked, "Where did you find out about this, sister-in-law?"
How do you know something that the old village chief and we men don't know, not even my second brother, who's a scholar?
The men surrounding her all turned their gazes toward Shui Qing.
Everyone was curious to know how she knew.
Yes, it's understandable that they don't know, since they're illiterate. But Fan Jin is a scholar, after all. Aren't books supposed to have everything and cover everything? How come Fan Jin doesn't know, but Hu Shuiqing does?
Fan Dazhu and Ersanzhu glared at their second aunt.
They had a vague feeling that the second uncle's family was living a good life not because of the second uncle, but because of the second aunt; and the second aunt was different after that time she hit her head. Everyone in the village said that the second uncle's family was living a good life because of the division of the family property, but they felt that if it were the second aunt in the past, she would not have dared to mention the division of the family property even if she was beaten to death.
"Yes, Auntie, tell me how you know? You can't possibly be more knowledgeable than the old village chief and my second uncle, can you?"
"How could you, a mere woman, know something that even the old village chief and my second uncle don't?"
"If you can't give a reasonable explanation today, don't blame us for taking you to see the witch doctor."
They wanted to see how their second aunt would defend herself!
Fan Sizhu was a little confused. Why would his older brother and the others want to take his second aunt to see a sorceress?
It's expensive and troublesome to see Granny Ma once. Does her family have that kind of money?
The men looked at Fan Qian's family with surprise, their mouths slightly agape.
I originally thought that Boss Fan was just asking out of curiosity, just like them. But the way the three of them were talking didn't sound like they were just curious. It sounded like they had been planning this for a long time.
Shui Qing grabbed Fan Jin, who was about to explain for her, and looked directly at Fan Qian, Fan Dazhu and the others. She asked in a clear voice, "I wouldn't say I know, but when I cook, those earthenware pots are fine when stewing vegetables on charcoal, but if I leave them empty for a while and then pour in cold water, they will crack. I thought that stones might be the same, so I said it."
It's perfectly normal for someone in charge of the household, even if they're a scholar, not to know these things about the kitchen, since they're not written in books.
The eldest brother-in-law doesn't cook, the old village chief doesn't cook, and which of the men present cooks? What's so strange about that?
Since she came and dared to say it in public, she must have already thought of her reasons on the way.
Fan Qian and Fan Dazhu were stunned, not expecting such a common reason.
In the past, when I was at home, I thought that as long as I could find a loophole in Hu Shuiqing's story, I could drag it into the ghost story and give Ma Shenpo some money. Even if she didn't die, she would be badly hurt. I also thought about her reasons for defending herself, but no matter what they were, as long as she insisted on not accepting it, the villagers wouldn't understand, so what else could she say?
To their utter surprise, Hu Shuiqing gave such a simple and unpretentious reason for the loophole they had finally managed to find, leaving them with no way to refute it.
They really didn't know anything about the kitchen. Not only did they not know, but none of the men in the village knew either. In fact, many of the men didn't even have a clay pot at home. How could they refute that?
Even if they insist on denying it, why would anyone believe them?
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