“He’s just a fool, not thinking straight, everyone in the village knows that. No matter what he is like, you shouldn’t have tied him up…” Li Feng, who was nearly eighty years old, spoke in a serious and methodical manner as he rebuked Wen Nan.
The embroiderer beside her looked at Wen Nan and said, "Madam Wen, even so, you shouldn't have tied him up. Although Li Shazi is not clear-headed, he is still a person. As a person, you shouldn't have done this."
The embroiderer feigned righteous indignation and began to criticize Wen Nan in front of everyone.
The villagers nearby remained silent, watching the spectacle unfold.
"What kind of logic is this?"
He did something wrong; he broke into my house and smashed my things.
He tried to hit me with a stick, but I simply tied him up and stopped him.
So this makes me look like I'm in the wrong?
Wen Nan raised an eyebrow.
“Village chief, you are welcome to examine him. If Li the Fool has any injuries, I can compensate him.”
“But he broke into a private residence, and these… expenses, he has to pay for them.” Wen Nan raised her eyebrows slightly, her gaze fixed on the village chief.
The embroiderer was so angry she gritted her teeth.
Wen Nan's kitchen was filled with large fish and meat dishes, as well as porcelain, all of which were high-quality items purchased by Zhang Ruyu.
How could Li Feng possibly afford to pay the compensation?
The village chief nodded and had someone carry Li the Fool to get checked out. He wasn't injured at all; there wasn't even a scratch.
The final result was that Li the Fool broke into Wen Nan's house and smashed his things.
The village chief has also made a decision: Li Feng must also pay compensation.
Li Feng, nearing eighty, felt embarrassed and wrote an IOU to Wen Nan.
Before leaving, Wen Nan looked at Li Feng and said, "Uncle Li, your son isn't thinking straight. How could he have come up with the idea of using a saw to open the door?"
I'm afraid Grandpa Li will have to question him carefully when he gets back.
When the villagers heard Wen Nan say this, they all said that Wen Nan was a good person. Not only did he not blame Li Feng, but he also hit the nail on the head.
Li Shazi has been stupid since he was a child, how could he know how to open someone's door like that?
Someone must have instigated it.
As the people around left, they all said that someone was a fool.
"Embroiderer, do you think Li the Fool might be acting under someone's orders?"
"They've been used as pawns by others."
"With such good family conditions now, it's inevitable that people will be envious of Madam Wen."
"Tsk tsk tsk, who's so wicked?" Yang Zhaodi, who was holding a child, had also come over to watch the commotion.
Hearing Wen Nan say that, Yang Zhaodi was also certain that Li Shazi, who had been mentally challenged since childhood, must have been instructed by someone.
"I don't know." The embroiderer clutched her cotton coat tightly, her eyes darting around. She went back to the next room and closed the door tightly.
The embroiderer sighed a few times, and only when she watched Li Shazi, who was drooling, being led away by Li Feng did she feel a sense of relief.
The embroiderer inhaled a deep breath of cold air. Only when the cold wind entered her body did she calm down.
What can a fool remember...?
Before we knew it, it was noon. Wen Nan had cooked some noodles haphazardly, which were then served to the people of Wenzhou.
Wen Nan cleaned the kitchen again. She still needed to buy some bowls and chopsticks; this time she had to buy wooden ones, as they were more durable.
When Wen Nan arrived, he happened to catch the oxcart that was going to the city to pick up Lu Yanqing and the others.
He was exhausted when he arrived in Wenzhou, but he endured it, which Wen Nan naturally noticed.
This time I traveled by oxcart.
Wen Nan took Wenzhou Cheng to buy bowls and chopsticks. Wenzhou Cheng picked out a wooden bowl he liked, shaped like a little white rabbit.
Wen Nan bought it.
As darkness fell, Wen Nan led Wenzhou City to the entrance of Fengya Academy.
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