At this moment, they gathered outside Jiang Bai's house and whispered among themselves.
"Did Jiang Daya really steal her grandmother's chicken?"
"No way, that girl doesn't seem like the type to do something like that."
"Hey, who knows? You can only know a person's face, not their heart. Look at Wang's hand. They say it was Er Ya who hit her. I heard the bones are broken, and her face is covered in blood. Could she have been beaten again?"
"No way?"
The villagers were talking amongst themselves. Seeing that Jiang Bai's house was tightly shut and that Wang had been crying and making a fuss for a long time without anyone coming to open the door, they couldn't help but mutter to themselves.
Could it be that Jiang Bai really stole her grandmother's chicken?
"Grandma, if you don't want to return my things, just say so. How can you falsely accuse me of stealing chickens?"
Jiang Bai's voice came from behind the group. There was a bucket of water in front of him, indicating that he had brought water back.
Without giving Wang a chance to speak, she continued, "You disfigured Er Ya, and you also damaged A Wen's head. Are you going to force me to my death now?"
"Now you want to pin the reputation of the thief on me."
"We are all your own grandchildren! Can't you bear to see us alive? Waaah..."
Jiang Bai's tears came suddenly; the wound on his neck was still there, his face was pale, and he was swaying precariously.
Just then, Jiang Lu opened the door, and what came into everyone's view was that half of her cheek was bruised and swollen.
Jiang Songwen stood beside her, looking dazed and blank, staring ahead with his eyes wide open.
"Grandma, please, please give us a way to live!"
She was a shrewd woman; she pulled Jiang Songwen to kneel down right at the door.
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