Someone briefly recounted what happened yesterday.
"When He Yufang heard that he was about to confront you, he said that your mother wanted to force her to death and insisted on hitting the earthen wall of your house. If Song Yutong hadn't stopped her, she would have bumped into you and died.
It’s on the home’s earthen wall.”
The folks didn’t say anything else or mention it again.
After all, everyone still had doubts about Song Yutong stabbing He Yufang.
Cheng Laosan's face looked ugly. So many things had happened without him knowing.
Moreover, his mother actually felt sorry for He Yufang and asked her to hand over the silver.
"If Song Yutong saved Yufang, why did he stab her?" Cheng Laosan put aside all questions and only grasped this important point.
His purpose was very simple, he came here to settle a score with Song Yutong.
Since she came to settle accounts with Song Yutong, we can talk about other things later. But the matter of her stabbing He Yufang must be made clear today.
Hearing Cheng Laosan's question, everyone looked at me for a moment to see if you can't explain it.
Yes, they want to know why too.
Didn't Song Yutong obviously save He Yufang? Why did he stab her again?
And the question that has puzzled everyone the most from beginning to end is where did the dagger come from?
"Why don't you ask whose hand the dagger was taken out, why it appeared in my hand, and how it got into He Yufang's body."
Song Yutong spoke almost clearly every word, but his tone was a bit sinister and sarcastic.
Cheng Laosan didn't understand the yin and yang of women, nor could he understand the meaning in Song Yutong's words.
He didn't understand it, but some women next to him did.
Immediately I became more convinced of what happened yesterday, and there were a lot of tricks in it.
"I don't care where you got the dagger. Anyway, you stabbed He Yufang with it. I have to settle the score with you."
Cheng Laosan rolled up his sleeves and started cursing again, and in front of Cheng Hanyan, he planned to start fighting again.
But before he could raise his hands, Cheng Hanyan grabbed his arms and clamped them behind his back.
Song Yutong spoke in a scornful tone: "That's a coincidence. I really didn't stab He Yufang. The dagger was taken from her sleeve. She grabbed my hand and stabbed herself with the knife, just to get Cheng Hanyan."
She hates me, so she can justifiably marry Cheng Hanyan."
It was these words that so excited Cheng Laosan that he went crazy and didn't believe what she said at all.
Emotionally, he wanted to break away from Cheng Hanyan's sanctions and give Song Yutong a fist.
"You are talking nonsense. How could she hurt herself just to marry Cheng Hanyan? It must be you, a femme fatale, who deliberately wronged He Yufang in order to distance yourself."
It's a pity that Cheng Hanyan's strength is so huge that he can't break free and can only struggle to his death.
"Do you think I look like a fool? If I really wanted to kill her, I would definitely kill her secretly and bury her in a mass grave. How about letting everyone watch in front of people who came to arrest me?
Do you want to send me to jail?"
Song Yutong's clear and coherent words left everyone speechless and nodded repeatedly.
Indeed, as she said, if Song Yutong really had murderous intentions for He Yufang, why did he do it in front of so many people? Isn't this because he was rushing to give people an excuse and wanted to send himself to prison?
It is true that only a fool can do such a thing.
But Song Yutong is so smart now that it is impossible for him to do such a stupid thing.
Song Yutong's eyes were sarcastic with a hint of coldness, and the expression on her face suddenly changed, with a stern look as she continued to settle accounts with the queen.
"Speaking of hurting people behind their backs, aren't you Cheng Lao San very good at it? On the day the flood first broke out, Cheng Hanyan went to your house to look for you and wanted to take you up the mountain. It was your family that refused to leave."
"In the end, the flood reached my waist. It was my husband who went to your house to look for you and brought you to the foot of the mountain. What did you do at that time? Do you need me to help you think about it? Since you came here, we will take care of this account today.
Even if you figure it out clearly.”
Song Yutong had always wanted to teach Cheng Laosan a lesson but she never had the chance. Now that this man had arrived at her door, she naturally had no reason to let him go.
Villagers, look at you, look at me, I wonder what Song Yutong is talking about.
On the day of the flood, what did Cheng Laosan do to make Song Yutong so angry and ready to settle the score in the future?
The villagers craned their necks one by one, ready to listen carefully.
Cheng Laosan felt guilty as a thief, his eyes couldn't stop wandering, and he wanted to break free from Cheng Hanyan's grasp.
"I don't understand what you're talking about, so don't try to throw dirty water on me."
If he really didn't do anything, Cheng Laosan's arrogant flames would only get higher and higher. Instead of hiding away and not daring to say anything.
"Since you don't understand what I'm talking about, why do you say I'm throwing dirty water on you? Or maybe you've done something shameful yourself, and you feel very guilty now. Speaking of which, even if you attempt to murder someone, you can go to jail.
How about I send you in for two days?"
Song Yutong said this, but actually didn't do it.
Because she turned around and took a whip hanging on the wall, and swung it hard on the ground, raising a layer of dust and flying into the air.
"What do you want to do?" Cheng Laosan's eyes widened instantly, with a somewhat warning look.
But Song Yutong didn't care about his warning look. Anyway, Cheng Laosan was now meat on the cutting board. The meat on the cutting board was at her mercy.
She raised her whip, and Cheng Hanyan also cooperated and immediately let go of her hand. She whipped Chen Laosan again and again.
Song Yutong almost exhausted all her strength on the whip and gave it a good whipping.
Cheng Laosan was stunned when he received the first caning. He didn't react for a while, and ended up being caned several times.
"You stinky bitch, how dare you hit me!" Cheng Laosan was about to go up and grab the whip.
Cheng Hanyan immediately jumped out from the side, held down Cheng Laosan, pushed him to the ground and beat him, punching him almost to the flesh.
Song Yutong smoothly put the whip back on the wall and let out a fierce breath.
"Cheng Laosan, think it over for yourself. If you just get a beating, it will be over. But you really want to go to jail. I have sent the county magistrate's eldest son to jail. Do you think I can't put him in jail?"
Will you send it in?"
Song Yutong's threats were very effective. Cheng Laosan was still struggling to fight back at first, but now he simply stopped, lying on the ground and letting Cheng Hanyan beat him unilaterally.
Finally, Cheng Han lost his temper and told Cheng Laosan, who had a bruised nose and face, to get out of his house.
Song Yutong asked people to continue to distribute vegetable seeds to the villagers.