The rural doctor is busy with farming, and her abstinent husband can't bear it

He seemed to think that the rest of his life was secured, and not only did he give up his hard work in the fields, he even didn't bother to care about the crops that were growing well.

He lay at home all day, enjoying the leisure time he thought he deserved. His laziness gradually became apparent, as if a huge rock was pressing down on the atmosphere of this small home.

Although Zhao was unhappy, she could do nothing about it.

After all, Jiang Xunzhong controlled her destiny, so she had no choice but to endure all kinds of dissatisfaction silently.

On this day, the unusual silence in the house made Zhao suspicious. She paced around the yard unconsciously, trying to find out the reason behind this silence.

Looking around, the deserted courtyard only had Jiang Ziling's incomplete back, which looked particularly lonely in the dim light.

The bedroom door was ajar, but this insignificant detail was like opening a door of opportunity in Zhao's eyes.

The news about Su Yu practicing medicine in the town had already spread in the village, and it was said that the income was quite considerable, which made Zhao's greed grow like weeds.

If you can take away those savings quietly, it will not only solve the current financial difficulties, but also lay the groundwork for future family conflicts. Why not do it?

Zhao quickly decided to take action. She picked up the broom in the corner and pretended to sweep the yard, but in fact she was secretly observing her surroundings.

Jiang Ziling, even though he never stopped working, remained alert at all times. His deep eyes would occasionally glance through the window, capturing every suspicious move of the Zhao family.

The incident with his third aunt left an indelible shadow in his heart, making him more wary of Zhao's every move.

When Jiang Ziling looked up for the second time, the broom in the yard was standing there alone, but Zhao was nowhere to be seen.

A feeling of uneasiness surged in his heart. He turned around abruptly and looked through the crack in the door, just in time to catch the scene of Zhao bending over and groping in the bedroom.

He frowned, feeling mixed emotions, and felt helpless towards this woman who seemed stupid but was actually very thoughtful.

Despite his disability, Jiang Ziling did not lose his alertness.

He clenched the cane in his hand and approached the bedroom silently.

At this moment, Zhao was intently searching for Su Yu's new wardrobe, muttering to herself, wondering why she couldn't find it.

The wardrobe was clearly divided into the upper and lower layers. The clothes on the upper layer had been turned upside down by her, while the lower layer was filled with new fabrics and quilts. She was struggling to find the imaginary wealth in this pile of miscellaneous items.

Just when Zhao was concentrating, Jiang Ziling's voice suddenly rang out, shattering her dream of stealing like a thunderclap.

Zhao screamed in fear and tried to get up and hide, but her head hit the wardrobe partition. She felt a sharp pain and her eyes became blurry. Her knees softened and she fell to the ground.

She weakly stroked her aching head with one hand and held tightly to the edge of the wardrobe with the other hand, trying to keep her balance. This scene was undoubtedly the best crime scene.

Jiang Ziling looked at her miserable appearance with mixed feelings, but he did not show mercy.

He walked forward quickly in anger, his cane drawing an arc in the air, and fell heavily on Zhao with full of anger and dissatisfaction.

This series of blows was due to the resentment towards the previous incident with the third aunt, and was also a punishment for the current absurd behavior.

The first blow went straight to Zhao's head, making her completely unable to resist; the following few blows, although not fatal, were enough to make Zhao suffer unbearable pain.

After a fight, Jiang Ziling realized that there must be a reasonable explanation to deal with this embarrassing situation.

He made up his mind and deliberately made the bed, boxes and the inside of the wardrobe even more messy to create the illusion of theft.

After everything was arranged, he stood at the door and shouted for help, intending to seek the help of his neighbors to solve this family matter.

It was afternoon, and many people in the village were enjoying a lazy afternoon nap or had just woken up. When they heard Jiang Ziling's cry for help, they gathered around, and their curiosity drove them to find out what was going on.

Everyone entered the courtyard and looked around. They saw that the courtyard seemed peaceful, but there was an unusual atmosphere in the air.

"Zi Ling, what happened? Who is the thief? Where is he?"

Someone asked impatiently.

Jiang Ziling looked embarrassed and helpless. He knew very well that such a family disgrace should not be made public, but he had no choice.

"I didn't mean to publicize this matter, but I really have a hard time speaking out. I just want you to be witnesses, so that I won't be falsely accused and have no way to defend myself."

His explanation made the people around him even more curious.

"What exactly do you need us to prove?"

Everyone was filled with doubts.

Jiang Ziling, leaning on his cane, made way and said, "Everyone, please come in and take a look."

The pioneers came in one after another, and the scene inside surprised everyone.

The ground was in chaos, and Zhao was lying on the ground. Even with her back to everyone, her figure was recognizable enough.

The small bedroom has limited space, and many people peek out the window, trying to peek into the house.

“Oh… this…”

There were whispers among the crowd, but no one dared to comment.

Seeing this, Jiang Ziling took the initiative to explain the situation: "This person was stealing in my room. When I found her, she was so frightened that she accidentally bumped into the wardrobe and then fell into a coma."

His words expressed both helplessness towards the current situation and insistence on the truth.

At this moment, the middle-aged man standing next to the closet, with slightly dark skin and a bit of sophistication hidden between his brows, pointed at the closet and spoke slowly, but with a firmness that could not be ignored: "Look carefully, the dent on the partition of this closet is clearly visible, it was hit hard."

After saying this, his eyes revealed a hint of persistence in seeking the truth.

Everyone was stunned when they heard this, and then they all turned their eyes to the corner of the wardrobe.

Sure enough, there was a dent of moderate size lying quietly on the partition, as if it was evidence left by an accidental collision, silently telling the dramatic scene that had just happened.

Jiang Ziling didn't pay attention to it at first. After all, he was standing outside the door with limited vision, so how could he catch such insignificant details?

However, since the eyes of the people around him were focused on this, the unquestionable certainty made him believe it a little more.

His brows furrowed even more tightly, and the worry in his heart climbed up like a vine - this wardrobe was carefully selected by A Yu, carrying her beautiful vision of future life, but now it has been left with flaws due to this sudden accident. When A Yu returns, how distressed and reluctant she will be.

He took a deep breath and spoke again, his voice filled with helplessness and earnestness: "The reason I asked everyone to come here is not to accuse her of anything, but to hope that you can bear witness to prove that she was unconscious. I, Jiang Ziling, have a clear conscience. This person is good at arguing and is used to confusing people. I am afraid that after she wakes up, she will turn the tables and accuse me of abusing her. I am alone, and even if I have a thousand mouths, I can't resist the endless gossip."