Divorce the bad husband, store grain fields, and marry the emperor's uncle for the second time

"Who knows? You said no, but why doesn't your man care about the life or death of your second son?" Xia Xiaorou laughed again.

The onlookers all laughed, "Gao Fu, your second son is not your biological son? Who was the man your wife had the child with?"

The Song Liu family is rich and is one of the more affluent families in the village. The Song Liu family has always looked down on other families.

Always bullying other families and taking advantage of them.

Most people who have been bullied dare not speak out.

Today, Xia Xiaorou mocked the Song Liu family, and the family that had been bullied began to mock Xia Xiaorou.

"Bullshit, I've never climbed into bed!" Song Liu jumped up and down and cursed, but it still caused a lot of people to laugh.

Song Liu was so angry that she chased after those who were laughing at her and beat them up.

Song Gaofu didn't care whether Song Wenshan was his son or not. He just wanted to know whether Xia Xiaorou's words were true or false.

If the second son was arrested, other members of his family would also be implicated.

"Xia, where did you hear that Wenshan was arrested? You are talking nonsense. I will not forgive you." Song Gaofu gritted his teeth and sneered.

"I saw it with my own eyes. If you don't believe me, go to the county jail and ask around. By the way, remember to bring more silver, otherwise the jail won't let you see him. They will only show you Song Wenshan's crimes." After Xia Xiaorou finished speaking, she turned and went into Song Yanbai's house.

She pointed at those who were still smashing and looting and said, "You are helping the murderer's family to smash other people's houses. Are you his accomplices? Song Wenshan has been imprisoned on death row. Do you want to follow him to keep him company?"

Everyone looked at each other and noticed that the expressions of the Song and Liu couple had also changed. They did not urge them to smash the house and stopped swinging their hammers.

"Impossible! You bitch, you dare to scare me? I can't help but beat you to death!" Song Liu rolled up her sleeves and rushed towards Xia Xiaorou.

"You don't believe it? Go ahead and make as much noise as you want. When you've made enough noise, when you go to the county town again, you'll only see the body of your second son, Song Wenshan. Oh no, you might not even see the body. After a murderer is beheaded, if his relatives don't go to claim his body on the same day, the county government will directly throw him into a mass grave. Wild dogs will gnaw on the bones, and you won't be able to recognize your son any more." Xia Xiaorou flicked her sleeves and smiled leisurely.

Song Liu was so frightened that she was stunned. How could she have the mood to hit Xia Xiaorou?

"What are you arguing about? Go and take a look." Song Gaofu pushed Song Liushi.

The reason why Song Liu wanted to beat Xia Xiaorou was simply because she couldn't stand Xia Xiaorou's arrogance.

But her son's matter was more important right now, so she had to pull her man and hurried back.

The people they brought with them looked at each other and then followed them.

The neighbors and villagers who were watching the excitement gathered around Xia Xiaorou and asked, "Xiaorou, was Song Wenshan, the second son of the Song Liu family, really arrested?"

"Of course, I saw it with my own eyes. I just came back from the county town." Xia Xiaorou nodded.

"You said he was a murderer. Who did he kill?"

"Isn't he a student? He's a very honest scholar. How could he kill someone?"

"He has always been a decent person. He wouldn't kill anyone, right? Xiaorou, did you see it wrong?"

Yes, he was a very honest scholar, but he framed Zuo Feiyi and robbed him of his name and fame.

Is this honest?

Is it your duty to beat to death the singer's other patrons for the sake of a singer?

"If you don't believe it, you can go to the county government office to ask, or wait a few days for the document from the county government to come down, and then go to the notice board at the head of the village to check it out."

Whenever there was an official document from the royal family, the government office, or the county government, it would be handed over to the head of the pavilion, who would then send it to the head of each village, who would then post it.

On a wall of the Zheng family's house in this village, close to the village road, are posted various official documents from past years.

From big things like the emperor ascending the throne to small things like who in the village passed the exam to become a scholar or who was caught stealing.

Seeing that Xia Xiaorou had a serious expression, and that she was usually gentle and docile and never told lies, everyone soon believed her words.

People started talking about Song Wenshan.

"A scholar actually beat someone to death for fighting over a singing girl. Tsk, tsk, tsk, it really brings shame to scholars."

"Oh, I've been teaching my son all day to learn from Song Wenshan. Bah, bah, bah, bah, I have to go home and tell my son that he can learn from anyone but not Song Wenshan."

"I have to tell my dad. He scolded me for not being as good as Song Wenshan in terms of study and ability. Humph, now Song Wenshan has become a murderer and is about to be beheaded. I have to ask my dad, who has more potential, me or Song Wenshan who is about to be beheaded."

Everyone talked about it and went home.

Some people say that Song Wenshan knows a person's face but not his heart.

Some people despised Xia Xiaorou for not being able to win over men's hearts and being overtaken by her mistress. But now they admire Xia Xiaorou for her good luck. If she had married a murderer, her future son, even an adopted son, would not be able to go to school.

Seeing that everyone had left, Xia Xiaorou entered Song Yanbai's house.

Song Yanbai and Chu Xianyun were cleaning the lime that had fallen from the wall and supporting the tilted tables and chairs.

"Brother Yanbai, Sister Xianyun, this house is very shabby anyway, so there's no need to worry about it. We'll move to Song Liu's home in a few days. The house over there is spacious." Xia Xiaorou said while supporting Chu Xianyun.

The two stopped packing and looked at Xia Xiaorou together.

"Xiao Rou, you told us twice to move to the big house. Will they vacate the room so easily?" Song Yanbai asked doubtfully.

Xia Xiaorou raised her lips and said, "Song Wenshan has been arrested. Will the couple in the first house ignore his life or death? If they do, they will have to pay money to the government. But he is a murderer. If they want to change the death penalty to imprisonment, they will have to pay a lot of money.

A few hundred taels of silver would not be a small amount. If their eldest family could not afford so much silver, they would sell the land and the house.

But the government office won't wait. Before New Year's Eve, the document convicting Song Wenshan of murder must be submitted to the Ministry of Justice in Beijing for review. By then, it will be too late to ask the county magistrate to change the sentence. If they can't wait, they will sell the property at a low price, and I will buy it. "

The more Song Yanbai and Chu Xianyun listened, the more surprised they became.

"How could Wenshan kill someone? It's so unexpected." Song Yanbai looked incredulous.

But thinking that Xia Xiaorou and Song Wenshan are no longer husband and wife, Song Wenshan's life or death has no impact on Xia Xiaorou. Song Wenshan and Chu Xianyun are happy for Xia Xiaorou.

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Song Gaofu and Song Liu returned home.

As soon as he entered the room, Song Gaofu pulled Song Liu's hair and asked, "Bitch, is the second son my child?"

Song Liu was so angry that she jumped up and started fighting with Song Gaofu. "Fool, is he yours? Over the years, haven't you figured it out? How does he not look like you?"

"They're not similar at all!" Song Gaofu had never doubted this matter, but when he heard Xia Xiaorou say it so sincerely, he had to doubt it.

The eldest son and daughter look like him, tall, strong and dark, but the second son is fair, thin and tender.

And the woman is dark and ugly.

How could two dark and strong people give birth to a pale and thin son? Song Gaofu had never thought much about it before, thinking that his own seed was good, but now he had to doubt it.