Bring your aunt to eat big meat, the scumbag father's family is furious

Qiao Lian'er didn't understand why Fang Hong looked at her as if he saw a ghost.

Is she really that scary?

Seeing Fang Hong running farther and farther away, and Dahong still pulling a carriage, there was no way she could catch up with Fang Hong.

Qiao Jianer simply said, "Uncle Fang, my stomach hurts and I'm about to faint."

Fang Hong slowed down and looked back in disbelief, thinking that the little girl was cheating him.

I saw that Qiao Jianer had stopped and was holding her stomach with her head down, seeming to be in real pain.

Fang Hong sighed and rode back on his horse.

After a heart-to-heart talk just now, he regarded Qiao Lian'er as a friend. Besides, this little girl was extremely talented, and he couldn't let such a talent suffer any loss.

"Miss Qiao, are you okay? Are you feeling better?"

Qiao Lianer jumped off the carriage and led Fang Hong's horse to a tree and tied it up.

Fang Hong: “…”

Realizing that he had been tricked by this little girl, he slapped his forehead and said, "I knew it. You are a clever girl. How could you really have a stomachache?"

He sighed resignedly.

"Now that I'm back, I'll let you scold me and beat me up. I shouldn't have given you the letter from the young master, alas."

Qiao Jianer then understood that Fang Hong ran away because he thought she would punish him because of this incident?

"Uncle Fang, I didn't think so. I really asked you to help me pass something on."

Seeing her serious look, Fang Hong realized that he had been judging others by his own standards.

Yes, Miss Qiao is such a person who understands the big picture, why would she care about those trivial details?

I guess he just looked at the picture of the turtle and laughed it off.

"Okay, just give it to me."

Qiao Lian'er asked Fang Hong to bring pen, ink, paper and inkstone.

"Uncle Fang, wait for me for a moment."

Qiao Lian'er got on the carriage with a pen and ink, and started writing and drawing. A tower of turtles appeared on the paper. On top of the big turtle, there were small turtles, and the smaller they were as they went up, there were eight turtles in total, and each turtle had a different expression.

Some rolled their eyes, some pouted, some made faces, some had a ball of anger on their heads, and some were simply blind...

She looked for the paint pen in the space warehouse and painted all the turtles green.

Then Qiao Jianer wrote a line of words: Pei Zhujin has been a turtle for generations.

Qiao Jianer took the painting down and said, "Uncle Fang, how do you think it compares to the one your young master painted?"

When Fang Hong saw the turtle tower on the rice paper, he almost spit out the tea he had just drunk.

"Hahahaha——" After a moment of silence, he suddenly burst into laughter, bent over with laughter, and covered his aching stomach.

It turned out that the person who had a stomachache was not Qiao Jianer, but him.

"Miss Qiao, I didn't know you were so humorous."

"I'll ask Uncle Fang to help me with this."

Fang Hong laughed for a long time before stopping. How could this whole thing be so interesting?

But he still needs to think carefully about whether to help.

What if by then, the young master would chase him and beat him again?

"Uncle Fang, if the young master asks, just say that I forced you to bring it to him."

"Okay, I'll bring it to you." Fang Hong smiled and shook his head: "Miss Qiao,

It's true that you and the young master are enemies."

After putting away the turtle picture, Fang Hong untied the horse.

"Miss Qiao, I'm really leaving this time, so please don't chase me anymore."

"Don't worry, I'm not that boring." Qiao Lian'er waved to Fang Hong.

Three days passed, and the necks of Old Mrs. Qiao and Old Man Qiao became longer and longer.

"Ten days have passed, why is there still no sign of him?"

"Grandpa, Grandma, Mom, my aunt, and Sister Zhizhi, I'm going to the county town to pick them up."

Qiao Jian'er drove the carriage and prepared to set off, and Qiao Yunni and the others also changed their clothes.

"Okay, you go to the county town and wait. If not today, then tomorrow. At the latest, the day after tomorrow. It's only a few hundred miles away, not too far." Old Mrs. Qiao nodded.

For some reason, she has been having nightmares and her eyelids are twitching these days.

She just hoped that dreams were the opposite of reality, and that the things she worried about would not happen.

Qiao Jianer could have gone alone, or just called Qiao Zhizhi, but the reason he brought so many people was to support the Ling family.

The date has been set, it's today.

In the carriage, everyone was expectant and a little nervous.

When we arrived at Yongguan County, we still hadn't seen Boss Yang and the others return.

I saw some people walking hurriedly on the street.

"Hurry up, if you go too late you won't be able to find a seat."

"The matter has been circulating for several days and has finally come to court."

Someone asked them: "What's going on? What are you all going to do? Is there something exciting to see somewhere?"

"That's the case. The bully from Lingjia Village wanted to abduct a girl. He used a piece of porcelain he claimed was an antique to lure her into marrying him. Now the Ling family has seized the pieces of the porcelain and is in court, asking the county magistrate to find someone to identify them."

"Ah, it's in court. So this is true. Let's go and take a look."

Then more and more people ran to the county government office.

At the front, you can see Ada and others leading the way.

"Let's go and take a look." said Qiao Jianer.

"Lingjia Village is not the village where Yin Yatou lives. How could there be a bully in their village who wants to rob a girl?" Feng was shocked.

"Yes, Auntie. I heard that she is from the same village as Sister Lingyin."

Feng's face was filled with anger: "The existence of such a person would scare Yin girl. She would even be worried about going out."

In order to grab a better position, Qiao Jianer sped up.

By the time he arrived at the county government office, he had left everyone else far behind.

The door of the court was wide open, facing the street across a courtyard.

There were already quite a few people standing in the yard.

When the Qiao family entered the yard, they saw Ling Lao San, Qiu Shi, Ling Yin, and Shi Lao Er kneeling in the court.

Shi Zhenxiang also came, but he was lying on a stretcher, with disheveled hair, a face as pale as paper, and a dull and stupid look. However, he still used his remaining two bits of consciousness to look at Ling Yin in a lewd manner.

When she saw the Ling family clearly, Feng was shocked.

"Isn't this the Qiu family girl and Ling girl?"

"Why, why—"

"Aunt, it's them. They are just waiting for the county magistrate to give them justice."

Feng looked at the thing placed in front of them again. It was a piece of cloth wrapped with porcelain fragments. She quickly understood what was going on and looked at Ling Yin with a distressed look.

It turns out that Ling Yin was the girl who was plotted against.

The yamen runners standing on both sides kept waving their clubs and shouting "power!" In the hall, the county magistrate sat upright, about fifty years old, with a stern look on his face.

Every case in Yongguan County will be tried in public to show fairness.

People kept coming into the yard, and when it was no longer crowded, they stood on the street outside, watching from stone benches.

"Silence!" The time had come, and the county magistrate slammed the gavel.