Facing the old lady's anger, Wu Zhizhi's tone was not anxious or slow, "My dad, I just wanted to ask the police, is it considered a bigamy crime for my father to raise a mistress outside these years and have not divorced my mother? Also, my father's son who was born outside with the mistress outside was sick, had pneumonia, and was hospitalized. Should we pay the money?"

"What? The son of the mistress?" The crowd of onlookers exploded.

"Wu Zhizhi, you are talking bad things about your father here. What are your intentions? Do you want to anger me to death?" The old lady was anxious as she listened to the discussion around her.

Besides, how can the family affairs be publicized everywhere outside? Mingyong went out to find a woman to have a son, but wasn’t it to pass on the Wu family’s family’s family? Without a son, Mingyong went underground to die and face the ancestors of the Wu family?

Wu Zhizhi's expression was still very plain. He pulled his lower lip and said, "Milk, this is not bad words. This is a fact. I am not afraid of my neighbors laughing at me. I just want to say, "Milk, my father and mistress's son are sick, I can't do anything about pneumonia. It costs 10,000 or 20,000 yuan for medical expenses. Where can I have a child? Are you trying to force our family to death?"

"Did I let you do it? Forget it, I won't talk to you, you can't even speak like a fool. Call your mother out and I have something to say to her."

"My mother, it's useless to find my mother. Her legs were crippled by your son. She is cultivated at home every day. How can I have money to treat the mistress's son?"

After the words came, the expressions of neighbors became subtle. Everyone knows a little about Wu Mingyong's virtues. They always drink and gamble, beat children, and live on the same street. They all know that children's crying often came from his house, and Wu Mingyong's crippling wife has long been known.

But unexpectedly, people not only gambled domestically, but also looked for mistresses. Now that mistress’s son has pneumonia, he still has the face to ask for money from him.

"This is not true. How can the mistress's son take care of the original wife's money?"

Seeing that the onlookers were talking more and more excited, Qin Xiuyun dodged his expression and pulled Wu Zhizhi's arm, "Damn girl, what are you talking about? Shut up!"

He lowered his voice and said, "If it weren't for your brother not being able to speak, would Mingyong go out to find him? If this is to blame, it would be your mother who couldn't give birth to a normal son."

After hearing this, Wu Zhizhi sneered in her heart and said loudly: "My mad, it's useless forcing me. Our family really has no money. Now my grandmother has Alzheimer's disease and high blood pressure. She needs to take medicine every day. My mother, you have also seen it. Her legs are cut off and she is recuperating at home. She has no income. My brother and I are both in school, let alone my sister. Our family is barely in the family, so where can I give you money?"

"Yes, old lady, you're too much. Your son broke his wife's legs alive and went out to find a mistress. You don't care about this? Is this still like a parent?" A neighbor couldn't stand it anymore and stepped forward and said a fair word.

The old lady suffocated and shouted to her: "What's the matter with you? Who can blame her for not being able to be strong in her stomach? Who told her not to give birth to a son? Of course, you will not feel anything if the matter doesn't fall on your head. If you can't give birth to a son, see if your mother-in-law is in a hurry to follow you!"

"Hey! How did you say this old lady? I kindly told you, you curse me instead?"

Qin Xiuyun cursed, "I'm not wrong! She, Wu Liqin, just can't give birth to a son! I have raised her and her children for more than ten years, so I'm so polite, but how did they treat me? I'm so angry that I called them to borrow money and curse me, the old lady, and if you change me, you're not angry?"

"Mild, even if you borrow money from us, we don't have money to borrow money." Wu Zhizhi looked at Qin Xiuyun and said aggrievedly: "The tuition fees of our three brothers and sisters are not settled now. My mother is also very worried. Why don't you do this? Milk, please ask your uncle and uncle to borrow some money for us to study. If we can graduate from college and find a good job in the future, we will return the money to our uncle and uncle. What do you think?"

Qin Xiuyun was always biased. When she heard her mention her other two beloved sons, she was so angry that she said without restraint: "If you don't have money, don't go to school! If you go to work, you can't afford it anyway. Go to work early to earn some money to build a house for Mingyong's son, otherwise your younger brother will be laughed at if he doesn't have a house in the future."

My younger brother refers to the son of the mistress.

The old lady really dares to make plans.

Wu Zhizhi sneered in her heart.

"You old lady, you are also a woman. Why are you so vicious in speaking? Is your daughter deserved to be a money tree on the spot? Is your son that important? Now it is a gender equality!" The onlookers couldn't bear it after hearing this, and pointed at her and said.

"And people really have no money, and they have old men and young men. My father escaped responsibility and asked a child to pay you 10,000 or 20,000 yuan in medical expenses. Is that true?"

"Yes, I see this child is always in charge of this store. Every day I see her squatting there washing dishes and things. No one else has ever seen..."

Qin Xiuyun's old face was a little uncomfortable and said with a thorn in his mouth, "Wu Zhizhi, you damn girl, don't talk here if you can't speak. Why did Mingyong go out to look for it? It's not that your mother looks like a ghost, who can stand it? Who can't go out to look for it?"

Hearing this, Wu Zhizhi's eyes turned cold and said, "I'm sorry that I'm not good-looking, so I'll get a divorce. Why do I have to hit my mother? What did she do wrong? Will Wu Mingyong crippled her legs?"

"She is ignorant! It's useless, so she should be beaten!"

"Hehe, my mother, let's ask the police to judge. I'll ask how to sentence this bigamy crime!"

"You!" Qin Xiuyun was furious when he heard this and wanted to hit Wu Zhizhi. "I'm going to fight back. You damn girl, you dare to call the police to catch your father. Be careful of thunder!"

Wu Zhizhi grabbed her hand and his eyes were cold, "You play, you always hit me when you were a child! Don't think I don't know. Every time you want to go out to play mahjong, you lock me and my brother at home. We were only three or four years old at that time. My mother went out to see a doctor, and you didn't care about us. When I came back, my brother got off the bed and broke his leg and even beat him, saying he was unlucky, is there any grandma you like? I must call the police today. I have to bear enough, but I want to see how the police judge Wu Mingyong."

"He won't care about the police!"

"Then I'll call a lawyer. In short, I definitely want to ask for an explanation today!" Because Wu Liqin refused to divorce, they have been patient over the years, and she will no longer give them face in the future!

"Little girl, this aunt will call you for the phone." An aunt stood up and spoke, took out her cell phone, looked at Qin Xiuyun, and stared at her eyes and said, "This kind of person should be arrested and locked up for ten or twenty years!"

"That's right, little girl, we all support you!"

Seeing that everyone around her pointed at her, Qin Xiuyun became anxious. She drove out of the village early in the morning, but she didn't get any benefits, and was scolded by everyone. She was not from this town, so she was not afraid of everyone talking about her, but she couldn't stand the scolding in person. She glared at Wu Zhizhi viciously and left hurriedly.

But she won't give up so easily without getting the money.

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I have revised this chapter more than ten times, and I always feel dissatisfied. I don’t want to write it too harshly at the beginning, nor do I want to have nothing to do. Let’s do this for now. The order of the chapter is so painful that I really don’t want to face this chapter anymore.
Chapter completed!