Locked: God is the matchmaker, neither you nor I can escape

Uncle Zhang, who had completely calmed down, noticed that Yan Yiyi was looking towards the bedroom next door. Although the door was closed, it was not very soundproof. He knew that his wife in the room heard what they were saying.

Uncle Zhang's heart skipped a beat and he immediately realized that what the young couple said was not only to him, but also to his wife.

If I don't handle this matter properly, my daughter-in-law will probably feel bad and I will feel guilty towards her.

For that mother who only knows how to make trouble?

When did Zhang Wu become so kind?

A cold light flashed in Uncle Zhang's eyes.

Xin Ye and Yan Yiyi felt the murderous intent that flashed across his face and couldn't help but look at each other.

Not really, not really. They didn't instigate Uncle Zhang to kill his mother.

"Uncle Wu, anything you do will leave traces. Think about Aunt Wu and the children." Xin Ye advised.

Hearing this, Uncle Zhang's heart tightened, but he did not feel regret for exposing his thoughts. Instead, he looked seriously at the young couple in front of him.

Although they were young, they were calm and composed when receiving officials and distinguished guests, which was a far cry from them, the country folk.

By the way, A Ye’s wife is a rich lady. I heard that those wealthy families in the inner courtyards can kill someone without anyone knowing. Does she... have such means?

Yan Yiyi, who was suddenly recognized as a master of house fighting: …

Uncle Zhang covered his face with one hand, remained silent for a moment, rubbed his face, and looked at Xin Ye and Yan Yiyi again with a serious and earnest expression: "I... I don't know what to do. Although it is presumptuous, if it were you, what would you do?"

"Poison."

“Create an accident.”

Yan Yiyi and Xin Ye spoke at the same time and gave different answers.

Compared to creating an accident, Uncle Zhang Wu suddenly felt that poisoning was more convenient, and looked at Yan Yiyi with shining eyes: "Aye wife, if it were you, what kind of poison would you use?"

"It caused her to look like she had a stroke, but if she had been treated with the stroke prescription, it would have become a real stroke."

As soon as these words were spoken, Uncle Zhang and Xin Ye showed surprised expressions on their faces. Uncle Zhang looked as if he was surprised that there is such a poison. Xin Ye did not expect his wife to be so roundabout this time. Why didn't she just give him the poison that would cause a stroke.

Yan Yiyi curled her lips with a little pride: "This poison is colorless and tasteless. If you fail to diagnose the poisoning pulse at the beginning, and then prescribe medicine for the treatment of stroke, while detoxifying, the false stroke will turn into a real stroke, which is incurable.

After ten or twenty years of enduring, you will be free.”

Uncle Zhang was shocked: "How could someone who had a stroke last that long?"

Aren't people who have a stroke usually dead very quickly? Rich people don't seem to live that long, do they? Am I just ignorant?

Yan Yiyi smiled slyly: "The doctor came here to treat the disease, and we cannot let her bear the crime of being a quack. Naturally, we have to let her recover for a while. Although her movements are not smooth, she can walk without any problem. After that..."

Yan Yiyi raised her eyebrows. Those who understand will understand.

After she became unskilled in her movements, it was very difficult for Mrs. Zhang to come here. Without the pressure from the elders, it was normal for Uncle Zhang and Aunt Zhang to quarrel with their brothers and sisters-in-law as long as there was no bloodshed.

When Old Lady Zhang becomes paralyzed in bed and needs someone to serve and care for her, it will not be the turn of Mr. and Mrs. Zhang Wu, who have been separated from their parents and lived on their own eight hundred years ago. It is already their filial piety that they give some money for her medicine on time every month.

In this way, no one could say that the couple were unfilial, and they did not sever their ties with the Zhang family. After old man Zhang died, without the pressure of "filial piety", no one said anything even if Zhang Wu and his brothers became strangers.

"But how can I drug her? If it's too deliberate, people will suspect me."

"Don't you still want to give money to the elders as a gift?"

Uncle Zhang immediately understood what Yan Yiyi meant and shook his head: "Ever since we went to my uncle's house to make trouble, my father has been taking all the money in the house."

"By the way, why don't your four brothers split up the family?" Yan Yiyi expressed her incomprehension. With such a great opportunity, wouldn't it be good for them to split up the family and then live their own lives?

"Because my mother refused to give it to me and dared to divide the family property, she would hang herself, so that everyone would point at her spine and call her unfilial."

Yan Yiyi had already anticipated the good days that old lady Zhang would have after she became paralyzed. If it weren't for old man Zhang, her life would have been even more miserable.

No matter what, Old Man Zhang would not let his son and daughter-in-law torture Old Lady Zhang. This would be a slap in his face. However, he did not think about who would serve him when he was lying in bed.

Yan Yiyi had no intention of helping him find a solution. With their abilities, it would be easy to drug people, but she would not do it. Moreover, if Uncle Zhang wanted the poison, he would have to pay for it, and it was not cheap.

When Aunt Zhang Wu in the room heard that her husband was planning to poison her mother to protect herself and her children, she suddenly felt her nose sore and her eyes became moist. Two tears suddenly fell from the corners of her eyes. The hatred in her heart was vented out with her long breath.

After Yan Yiyi left the recipe, she said goodbye to Xin Ye and left.

The two walked side by side on the way back, and Xin Ye asked in a low voice: "Wife, are you really going to make poison for Uncle Zhang Wu?"

Yan Yiyi curled her lips and smiled: "What if one day he regrets and hates us for causing us trouble? No matter how much he hates us now, they are mother and son after all, with the same blood. Human nature will change."

"What if he comes to me and asks for medicine?"

"I never said I would let Old Lady Zhang go. Let's go back and find a time when we have witnesses and Old Lady Zhang also has witnesses, and have Hua Bei do it secretly to make her have an accident." Yan Yiyi's eyes flashed with coldness as she spoke, "With such bad apples around, they will disturb the peace of Dashan Village one day.

All the previous methods could not make her settle down. After she knew the value of sweet potatoes, she would definitely want her brother's family to have a share, and let Uncle Zhang and his family be exiled because of her. It would be better to let her lie quietly in bed."

"Then do you want to deal with the others together?" Xin Ye thought of several bad apples in the village, and the first one he thought of was Li Laizi's family.

Yan Yiyi sneered and said, "My purpose is to promote sweet potatoes. People from other places will know about it sooner or later. Other people don't have any relationship with our family.

During the time we were away, Uncle Zhang helped Dad a lot. Since we know for sure that he is cruel enough to kill his mother, in order to avoid him being condemned by his conscience, we should return the favor."

"That seems to be the case. The friendship between Uncle Zhang Wu and Dad is their business, but since he takes care of Dad, we should also help him 'take care' of his mom. We can help each other."

Yan Yiyi smiled when she heard that.

Whether it was himself or Shen Ye, the above righteous words were pure nonsense. They simply couldn't stand old woman Zhang and wanted to teach her a lesson.