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

Mr. Wang hesitated, not knowing whether he should start writing.

After all, the two sides did not reach a unanimous agreement.

Old Lady Song scolded, "A divorce letter! You still dare to dream of one? I'm telling you, it's impossible. Our Song family has strict family discipline. Qiao stole food, has no morals, and has no virtue as a woman. We will never give her the chance to remarry. This is also a punishment for her."

The Qiao family was extremely angry and the two sides started arguing again. The Qiao family members all picked up their weapons and were ready to fight.

Old man Qiao’s face is darker than the bottom of a pot, and the Song family is shameless, but can’t he even protect his daughter?

Today, he was determined to get a chance for his daughter, even if it meant risking his old bones.

The Qiao family cannot be bullied like this.

The jackals and tigers in the mountains can be dealt with, and the Song family members are not enough to fight them.

If you really push people to that point, then you don't have to worry about anything else.

Seeing that the Qiao family was going to attack them for real, with their raised hoes and axes about to fall on them, the Song family was trembling with fear and quickly protected their heads, but they refused to give in.

"Just fight, this is too much, do you think there is no one left in the Qiao family?" Qiao Lao Er said gritting his teeth.

Seeing that the Qiao family was about to get serious, Zhao Lizheng quickly stopped them: "Calm down, everyone. If you injure or kill someone, you will go to jail. It won't come to that. It really doesn't have to go this far."

"Then give us the Qiao family an explanation." Boss Qiao said bluntly, "You kicked the Qiao family's daughter out of the house just because of a steamed bun, and you didn't even give her a divorce certificate. We won't accept that."

"Be quiet first, be quiet first, and listen to me." Zhao Lizheng motioned him to sit down.

Qiao Laoer turned his face away.

"Zhao Lizheng, please don't take sides."

No matter how irritable and impulsive he was, he knew that such a situation was still disadvantageous to the woman.

Zhao Lizheng was a little helpless: "I will consider the needs of both of you and try my best to come up with a solution that everyone can accept."

"How about this? Instead of writing a divorce letter, just write a divorce letter. With the divorce letter, you can marry someone else. The Song family can make some concessions, and the Qiao family can stop while they're ahead."

"No." The Song family members spoke in unison, and among them was another clear female voice, which belonged to Song Jianer.

Song Jian'er spoke before the Song family members could, "My mother has done nothing wrong. If you want something, take the divorce papers."

Zhao Lizheng's face looked unhappy. He felt that Song Jian'er was too ungrateful. He was about to help the Qiao family persuade the Song family, but she came to oppose it first and wanted to go further. What was this?

"You little girl, go aside, the adults are discussing something, don't interrupt."

Song Jianer walked up to Zhao Lizheng and said, "Uncle Zhao, how about I make a deal with you?"

"What kind of conditions are these? This little girl is so unruly." Zhao Lizheng frowned unhappily.

Song Jian'er remained motionless: "I have a way to prevent the flood in the village."

Not only was Zhao Lizheng stunned for a moment, but everyone else also looked incredulous.

Zhao Lizheng immediately realized that the girl was playing a trick on him.

There is a river passing by the foot of Datian Village. Every summer, heavy rains occur and the river water rises sharply. The farmland on both sides of the river is affected, resulting in a significant reduction in the harvest. This has become the most troublesome problem for the villagers. The young men in the village have built bridges upstream countless times, but every time the rainy season comes, the bridge will be washed away. Even the county government sent a work team, but the bridge could not last for two years at most, so they simply gave up here.

Gradually, some families stopped growing rice in the farmland near the river, causing the fields to become abandoned.

But those families with very little land have to grit their teeth and farm even if the harvest is small. At the end of the year, they cannot even make ends meet.

Now that the rainy season is coming again, many fields along the river are planted with lush green crops, and the villagers are all worried.

I hope the rain will be lighter and lighter, and that God will be more kind to them.

"Datian Village suffers from floods almost every year. If it could be solved, it would have been solved long ago. What can a little girl like you do? I know you really want to get a divorce letter for your mother, but you shouldn't say such nonsense and use such deceptive tricks." Zhao Lizheng criticized people seriously.

"Yes, Song Jian'er, floods are a pain in our hearts. You shouldn't joke about this."

A villager who was watching the fun said.

"We have spoken to your mother, but it is the Song family who is refusing to give in. There is nothing we can do. Your mother has suffered such a hard life. You are using the flood as an excuse to make a fuss. That is too unethical."

The Qiao family also felt that Song Jian'er's behavior was inappropriate. The eldest brother, Qiao, frowned and said, "Jian'er, you are still a child and don't understand anything. Sit down and let us handle the adult matters ourselves. We will fight for justice for your mother no matter what."

Other members of the Qiao family also persuaded Song Jianer.

Song Jian'er looked at Zhao Lizheng and said sincerely, "Uncle Zhao, you are the Lizheng. I have always admired you. How could I play tricks on you?"

Zhao Lizheng's expression eased a little. "The flood is no small matter. I'll assume you're genuinely trying to help everyone out. Your words were inappropriate, and since you're young, I won't pursue the matter."

Song Jian'er immediately raised her hand and swore, "I promise I can do it. If I can't, I will take back my mother's divorce papers. If I can't do it, I will be struck by lightning and die a miserable death."

"You still..." Zhao Lizheng's relaxed breath began to tangle again, and his face turned blue with anger.

"Uncle Zhao, I do have an idea. I've been following this matter for three years. To help with flood control, I audited classes and learned some knowledge. When I went to town, I looked up relevant information at the library and developed a plan. Last time I went to the market, I happened to meet an official from the Ministry of Works in the capital. I bravely asked him for advice and shared my plan with him, and he said it was feasible."

Although the original owner was a girl in ancient times, she was indeed a person who was thirsty for knowledge. She often eavesdropped near the village school. Many villagers saw her, and the original owner was ridiculed for this. People said, what's the use of a girl learning knowledge?

Everyone was stunned when they heard this, but Zhao Lizheng immediately reacted: "So, you can read."

The Qiao family also opened their mouths wide.

Song Jianer nodded.

"Then write your own name."

Song Jianer walked to the table, took the pen from Wang Xiucai's hand, and began to write stroke by stroke. Finally, the three big characters "Song Jianer" appeared on the paper, neatly and with strong strokes.

Mr. Wang had already guessed it, but he was still a little surprised to see that Song Jianer wrote so well.

He held up the words written by Song Jianer, and everyone was shocked. They didn't expect that this girl who usually didn't talk much actually had such an extraordinary side.

Zhao Lizheng was also literate, and he remained silent.

This girl has learned so well just by attending classes and practicing on her own, which shows that her comprehension is definitely not low.

He also started to get serious: "Tell me initially how you are going to deal with the flood."

"I've planned a sturdy bridge that can withstand at least fifty years, and at most two or three hundred years. As for how long it can last, that depends on the quality of the construction team. But if everything follows my ideas, there won't be any major problems. As for the funding, we can ask the county government for funding. Uncle Zhao is more knowledgeable than me."

At least fifty years—

It can last another two or three hundred years!

The villagers' eyes lit up.

If it is really possible, we can even erect a monument to Song Jianer's merits.

Zhao Lizheng said in a negotiating tone, "Why not wait until the bridge is built and confirmed to be able to withstand floods before giving your mother the divorce papers?"

Song Jian'er's attitude was firm: "The construction of the bridge took a long time. The Song family treated my mother like this. I wonder if they will do something more extreme during this period of time. After all, they only kicked her out of the house, and my mother still holds the identity of the Song family's daughter-in-law."