Chapter 131 Save me! Save the child!
When I woke up early in the morning, everyone in my family was busy with the trivial matters of tomorrow's festival. I just found out about this.
Aunt Xu couldn't bear to hear such bloody things. She took a deep breath with a bitter face and muttered, "How could someone be injured like this? How deep must the hatred and resentment be?"
"No matter how big the grudge is, it's all self-inflicted!"
Aunt Wu sneered, "Your family arrived late, so I'm afraid you don't know the details. The Wang family is notorious for their recklessness. From top to bottom, no one speaks out. They've done so many immoral things in the past, bullying the good and the righteous. Isn't this retribution?"
Sang Zhixia's mind raced, and after a pause, she asked curiously, "He's been injured like this, do you know who did this?"
"Where do you know where to go?"
Aunt Wu clapped her legs in amusement. "In the middle of the night, besides this group of scoundrels with evil intentions, who would have the time to go out and see what's going on?"
"But I heard someone say that this group of people got drunk and acted dishonestly, stole something valuable from some wealthy family in the city, and offended some powerful person, so this is the revenge they suffered."
This argument is plausible.
After all, this is the style of these people.
Aunt Wu's family had been annoyed for many days, but when they heard the news today, they were so happy that they ate a little more breakfast, and now that they had started talking, they couldn't stop.
"Their injuries are exactly the same as Wang Dachui's. You can tell at a glance that they were done by a group of people. Your wife Wu went to the neighboring village to inquire, and everyone said that they offended someone they couldn't afford to offend, which caused their enemies to come and seek revenge. From the beginning to the end, our village has nothing to do with it at all. It was all caused by that group of restless people!"
"Now that the situation is clear, let's see who dares to come out and make random comments from now on!"
Sang Zhixia pretended to be curious and listened for a while. When she was sure that this matter had nothing to do with Xu Yu anymore, she breathed a sigh of relief in her heart without showing any emotion.
It's good that you can't pull it off.
This is a great way to divert trouble away.
Although Aunt Wu did not witness the miserable plight of these people, she felt relieved when she thought about it, and her voice gradually became higher.
The old man who was writing Spring Festival couplets in the inner room came out when he heard the noise and found Aunt Wu laughing so hard that she couldn't stop, which was a bit funny.
"So, those people from the Wang family probably admitted it?"
"What else can I do if I don't admit it?"
Aunt Wu curled her lips and said, "Isn't this just asking for trouble?"
They were already annoying, and after all this trouble, they had offended all the villagers. Even if this family was not driven out of the village, these people would not have an easy life in the future.
Aunt Wu was a little tired after talking for a while. She stood up and was about to leave when she saw the neatly arranged Spring Festival couplets outside. She was a little surprised: "Hey, where did you buy these couplets? Why are they so beautiful?"
The red paper used for Spring Festival couplets is the same, and it is the words on it that are praised for their beauty.
Aunt Wu didn’t recognize a single word and had no idea what was written, but she could tell what looked good!
The old man was so flattered by the praise that he smiled and said modestly, "I just wrote it casually. I don't deserve this praise."
"Write?"
Aunt Wu stared in surprise: "You didn't buy this, you wrote it yourself at home?"
"Oh my goodness, there's a scholar hidden in your family! This is much more beautiful than what the scholar in the next village wrote!"
Except for a few young ones, everyone in the Xu family could be considered educated, and everyone laughed when they heard her say that.
Aunt Wu clapped her hands in amazement, looking anxious: "If I hadn't seen your family, I would have almost forgotten about this."
"I've been pestered by that bunch of idiots these days, and I haven't had time to buy Spring Festival couplets for my family yet!"
She asked why the lintel of her house looked bare!
She hurriedly said goodbye and wanted to go home to buy some, but the old man quickly said, "We have it ready here, why bother?"
"Xia girl, ask the village chief how many doors there are in his house and how much stuff he needs to put up. Then we can distribute the full amount to him."
Sang Zhixia smiled and nodded. Aunt Wu felt a little embarrassed: "How can I have the nerve to take yours? If I take yours away, what will your family use?"
"There's really no need to worry about this."
Aunt Xu smiled and said, "There's a scholar in our family who can write. I'll find time to write more later."
"Come on, we'll go with you to choose the one you like."
Aunt Wu, persuaded by Sang Zhixia and Aunt Xu Er, went to choose Spring Festival couplets. Uncle Xu San, who was still holding a pen, heard that the troublemaker had received his retribution. His eyes lit up with joy and he was full of energy: "Mingyang!"
Xu Mingyang, who was stuffing his mouth with fried fruit, raised his hand decisively: "No catch!"
Uncle Xu spread out the paper and splashed ink: "Grind the ink! Let's write something good!"
Xu Mingyang choked and swallowed the fried fruit in his mouth, then went to help.
When Aunt Wu, who kept thanking them, was happily escorted out the door with the full number of Spring Festival couplets, the old man came out with his hands behind his back and said, "Xia girl."
"Why?"
Seeing that there was no one else around, the old man lowered his voice and asked, "Where's Yu'er?"
"Did he say when he would be back?"
Sang Zhixia's heart skipped a beat, and she rubbed the hem of her clothes helplessly: "He didn't tell me in detail, so I don't know."
"Grandfather, do you have something to ask him? Can I go and get it done?"
The old man looked at her with scrutiny, closed his eyes, and said, "Evildoers will be punished by heaven, but often man's will is at fault. Do you think there's something fishy about this incident?"
Sang Zhixia didn't know why the old man suddenly brought up this. Her heart almost jumped out of her throat, and she subconsciously covered up for Xu Yu.
"Grandfather, what you said is that evil will be punished because the Wang family has committed too many sins. What's so strange about it?"
"If you're worried, why don't I go back and ask Aunt Wu about it?"
The old man looked at her with a half-smile: "You really don't know?"
Sang Zhixia nodded vigorously, "Don't even mention that I don't know. Even Xu Yu, who was wronged by the Wang family, certainly doesn't know!"
"Xu Yu really had no idea?"
Sang Zhixia answered with a resounding voice: "That's for sure!"
"He definitely doesn't know anything about the Wang family!"
The old man chuckled as if thinking of something, then shook his head and said, "Never mind, it's better not to know."
Before Sang Zhixia could catch her breath, she heard him say, "You've been practicing calligraphy for a while now. Today's a good opportunity. Come in and write a piece for me to see if you've improved."
Sang Zhixia's expression was dull, and her tone was dazed: "Grandfather, now?"
"What else?"
“I’m writing Spring Festival couplets???”
She grabs the brush like a fire stick, how can the spring couplets she writes look good when posted?!
The old man could hear the trembling in her words and said lightly, "Yes, you write it."
"Write it carefully and stick it on the main door so everyone coming in and out can see it."
Sang Zhixia shuddered as she imagined the scene. The gentleness on the old man's face also concealed a bit of narrowness that was difficult for her to detect.
"If your handwriting is not good, then you should work harder when you pick up the pen to practice calligraphy from now on. Otherwise, if it happens every year, where will you put your face?"
Before she even wrote, Sang Zhixia felt very embarrassed. After struggling for a while, she gritted her teeth and chased after him: "Grandfather, can we have a negotiation?"
"No."
Sang Zhixia tried to struggle with a bitter face, but Xu Yu, who had been away for a long time, happened to come back at this moment.
When he entered the room, he noticed that Sang Zhixia's expression was wrong and was a little surprised.
Sang Zhixia looked at the old man with his back to her, turned her head and said to him silently: "Save me!"
"Hurry up and save the child!"
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