The fake daughter married into the mountains and had meat to eat every day during the famine

Song Hongfu was determined. "Your daughter is so capable. I believe she will be able to support herself even if she leaves Rongshu Village."

Song Zhimei smiled with glee.

"That's right. If all else fails, there's still this master."

As she spoke, she nodded her chin towards Zhu Deming.

Song Yuntang shook his head helplessly and took a few steps towards Song Zhimei. Before she could react, he slapped her hard in the face. Then he grabbed her hair and said, "What I hate most in my life is people who stir up trouble and confuse right and wrong. I've already told you I'm not someone to be trifled with, but you still insist on walking into my trap. Don't you remember what happened to your mother?"

Song Zhimei screamed and waved her arms in the air, but because Song Yuntang grabbed her head and tilted it back, she couldn't even touch Song Yuntang's body.

"Ahhh! Song Yuntang, you damn bastard! Uncle Lizheng, help me!"

Song Hongfu waved his hand and directed the women behind him.

"Hurry up and pull Song Yuntang away."

Just as they were about to move forward, Zhao Qiao'e suddenly stretched out her arms and blocked Song Yuntang's way, out of nowhere getting the courage.

"No one can hurt my daughter!"

The two daughters-in-law of Uncle Qiao also stepped forward to smooth things over.

"Village head, we haven't figured this out yet. Wouldn't it be inappropriate to just drive Tang'er away? Many families in our village have benefited from the waterwheel she invented."

Tian Qiuyan, who had been frightened by Song Yuntang before, was sarcastic.

"We paid Song Mazi to build the waterwheel, not her. What does it have to do with her?"

Grandpa Qiao's eldest daughter-in-law, Sun Jinhua, pouted at her. "Without her, where would the water truck come from? Without the water truck, would your husband be so relaxed now? People should remember where the water came from. We can't be so ungrateful! Now that we have used the water truck, we are driving them away. What kind of thing is this? This is like killing the donkey after it has done its work! If we really drove them away today, we would really be criticized!"

Song Yuntang admired Sun Jinhua a little. She was not afraid of things and spoke in an organized manner. If Zhao had been half as tough as her, this matter would not have developed into what it is now.

She continued to hold Song Zhimei's hair tightly.

"Some things have never been done. Even if I have to leave Rongshu Village, it's because I don't want to stay here, not because you are trying to drive me away. But if I really leave today, I hope you won't regret what you did today in the future!"

Song Zhimei snorted coldly, covering her head and glaring at her with resentful eyes.

"You're still regretting it! Do you think you're the God of Wealth? Get out of here right now! You're a bitch who's been fucked by thousands of people!"

After saying that, he didn't forget to pah.

Song Yuntang tightened his grip on her hair, pulling out a small patch of her scalp.

"If you can't speak, I don't mind making you mute!"

Song Zhimei felt as if her scalp was about to be torn off by Song Yuntang, and she kept scratching her arms and screaming.

"Ah! Let go! Let go!"

Song Yuntang pushed Song Zhimei hard, causing her to fall to the side. Her head hit the lotus pot in the yard, and blood immediately flowed down her face.

Song Zhimei raised her hand and wiped it away. When she saw the scarlet streak, her eyes rolled back and she fainted.

"Ah! Killed!"

Someone in the crowd screamed.

The next moment, Ma Zhaolan squeezed in from the crowd. She came to Song Zhimei, helped her up and leaned her against her arms. She first checked her breath and found that she was still breathing, then she breathed a sigh of relief.

Then he hugged Song Zhimei and cried, "My poor Mei'er, even if you don't die, your face will be disfigured. Song Yuntang, you damned bastard, I'm going to report you to the authorities. You've committed intentional murder and you're going to go to jail!"

Song Hongfu also hurriedly said, "Quick! Arrest Song Yuntang and let's go see the official."

Xu Qingye first stood in front of Song Yuntang.

Zhao Qiao'e became anxious and hurried to stop those who were trying to capture Song Yuntang, but because she was outnumbered, she was roughly knocked to the ground.

The scene became chaotic for a while.

Seeing this, Zhu Deming had to stand up and shout.

"Stop it, everyone!"

Not everyone can call themselves "this official". When everyone heard Zhu Deming's words, they were shocked. They looked at each other, thinking that they had heard it wrong, and did not dare to move for a while.

Song Hongfu looked at Zhu Deming with caution.

"I wonder who this gentleman is?"

Zhu Deming directly revealed his identity.

"I am Zhu Deming, the magistrate of Anyang County. I have come to Rongshu Village incognito simply because Brother Xu mentioned the waterwheel in his letter. Therefore, I came here to ask Miss Song for the waterwheel blueprints so that this project, which benefits the country and the people, can be reported to the court and implemented throughout Great Xia. I had no intention of revealing my identity again, but who could have imagined you would be so harassed!"

As he spoke, he looked at Ma Zhaolan who was holding Song Zhimei.

"Aren't you going to report this to the authorities? I'm right here. I wonder what your daughter's grievances are?"

"What?! He's actually the county magistrate!"

If Zhu Deming was the only one here, these people might not believe what he said, but Xu Qingye was present, and they had all heard that Mr. Xu had once been favored by the county magistrate.

Everyone was shocked and knelt down.

"I pay my respects to the County Magistrate."

No matter how fierce Ma Zhaolan was in her daily life, she didn't dare to act presumptuously in front of Zhu Deming at this moment. She held Song Zhimei's hands tightly, her heart almost jumping out of her throat with panic.

Zhu Deming leaned to the side and said, "I am not wearing my official uniform today, so I will not be kowtowed to. Everyone, please stand up."

After hearing this, everyone stood up and behaved themselves properly, not daring to say anything.

But Ma Zhaolan still felt aggrieved. After all, Song Yuntang was fine, but her own daughter had hit her head. It was still unclear whether she would have a scar in the future.

She had already been broken off from engagement, and if she was left with scars, it would be even more difficult for her to get married.

"Your Excellency, County Magistrate, you witnessed what happened today. It is true that Song Yuntang assaulted my daughter. My daughter Mei is unconscious and her life or death is unknown. I hope Your Excellency will make a decision for my daughter."

Song Yuntang sneered.

"She's been a disaster for thousands of years. She won't die so easily."

As he spoke, he pulled out the thickest and longest silver needle from his sleeve and said, "I'll give her an injection. I guarantee she'll wake up."

After saying that, without waiting for anyone to react, he directly took Song Zhimei's hand and inserted the silver needle into the tip of her middle finger.

"what!!!"

The next moment, a scream rang out in the yard, and everyone who saw it gasped. They covered their eyes and dared not look in Song Zhimei's direction anymore.

Zhu Deming swallowed hard, a look of surprise on his face.

Such a delicate girl, but he was so cruel when he attacked.

Seeing that Song Zhimei had woken up, Song Yuntang gently pulled out the silver needle and put it back into his sleeve.

"Hey, you're awake."

When Song Zhimei woke up and saw Ma Zhaolan, her first reaction was to throw herself into her arms and cry bitterly.

"Mom, Song Yuntang bullied me, please help me get revenge."