It was already late when we arrived at Lianhua Village.
Every household had its lamps lit, and Lu Yanqing and Wen Nan pushed open the wooden door.
Lu Yanqing reached out and patted the snow off Wen Nan's dark hair. Wen Nan was about to say something.
Suddenly, I felt something was off in the yard.
Wen Nan frowned, her gaze falling on the fence in the yard. Before... Wen Nan had raised a chicken inside, and had already planned to use it to nourish Lu Yanqing's body in a few days.
But where is the old hen in the yard? There's not even a trace of her.
Wen Nan was worried that the hen would freeze to death in the cold winter, so he specially laid straw around it.
Nothing was moved... except the old hen is gone.
"Husband, my old hen is gone." Wen Nan pouted slightly. That old hen was the one she used to feed Lu Yanqing.
Lu Yanqing frowned.
Lu Yanqing was unaware that Wen Nan had obtained five taels of silver from the money exchange that day, and assumed that the two of them were indeed starving and extremely poor.
Wen Nan walked to the corner of the wall and pushed aside the pile of straw there.
There was a dog hole here that wasn't plugged when Wen Nan was repairing the wall before. It was delayed, so she covered it with straw.
Wen Nan reached out and moved the straw aside.
Lu Yanqing walked over and, as expected, found that the snow in the corner was not smooth, and even revealed the black ground underneath.
Someone crawled in through the dog hole, so their clothes brushed against the ground, wiping away all the snow and revealing the original ground.
Wen Nan raised an eyebrow slightly.
She wore a pale yellow cloak and looked at Lu Yanqing, saying, "Husband, go and cook. I'll be right back."
After hesitating for a long time, Lu Yanqing looked at the dark sky and obediently stayed in the house without going out.
Wen Nan went outside and, sure enough, his gaze fell on the house next door... the embroiderer's house.
Wen Nan walked to the side and saw the feathers covered by snow. They were inconspicuous, with only a little bit showing, but Wen Nan still noticed them.
It can be basically confirmed that... it was Aunt Zhao who stole her old hen.
Wen Nan bit her lip slightly and rolled up her sleeves.
Wen Nan kicked open Aunt Zhao's door.
[Host, Aunt Zhao is a village girl with a son and a daughter. Her husband went out to do business many years ago and hasn't returned for a long time.] At this moment, 859's notification voice suddenly sounded in my mind.
Wen Nan raised an eyebrow slightly.
[Why are you telling me this?] Wen Nan had already rolled up her sleeves and stepped into the yard.
You can discipline them without worry.
Lianhua Village was notoriously poor.
Aunt Zhao's husband left home early and there has been no news of him for many years, so the family's circumstances are naturally not good.
The mud-brick house, the lamplight flickering. The walls are dark... the house is low.
Hearing the noise outside, Aunt Zhao looked up and opened the door.
"Who is it? Who is it? Who dares to kick down my door?"
Wen Nan didn't say anything and walked straight in.
As expected... the embroiderer sat at the table with Yuanlang and his sister.
On the low table... there was a plate of meat soup.
Wen Nan went over to take a look, and coincidentally, it was chicken soup!
Yuanlang, despite his young age, had a mouth full of oil from eating.
There was also a chicken leg in the bowl in front of the embroiderer.
"You stole my chickens." Wen Nan frowned.
Aunt Zhao's eyes widened suddenly; she had already prepared an excuse.
"I bought it myself at the market," Aunt Zhao said confidently.
“Madam Wen, you come here to frame someone without even knowing the facts, it’s really… cough cough…” The embroiderer raised her eyebrows slightly. Her face was pale. She had caught a cold from falling into the lake last time and hadn’t recovered yet.
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