Outside the yard.
A group of spectators.
There are often all kinds of trivial things going on in the village, and people come to watch the commotion when there are ordinary quarrels, let alone such big things as stealing people.
Whether they were men or women, busy or not, they all dropped what they were doing and gathered around outside the yard.
"Aunt Fugui, what's going on?"
"You said Dashan Niang stole someone, you have to provide evidence, right?"
"Da Shan Niang doesn't look like she's capable of stealing. Are you mistaken?"
Aunt Fugui collapsed on the ground, holding the man's underwear in her hand: "How could I be wrong? These are my man's underwear. They were found in her yard. Who else could it be if it wasn't her! I made this What a sin, from the first day I got married, I became an old scalper of the Zhao family. I gave birth to his sons and girls. I did a lot of things at home, and I also had to do things in the fields. I am a woman. You man, I don’t even have a single complaint. How could he have sex with Zhao Cheng behind my back, and even do it on my bed? Damn those bastards, let’s just strike them to death with a bolt of lightning..."
Aunt Fugui cursed and cried.
Everyone sympathizes with the weak. Suddenly, countless condemning eyes glanced at Cheng Wanwan.
Cheng Wanwan asked in a low voice: "It would be too ridiculous to identify it as me based on a pair of underwear. This thing is under the wall of my house outside. It looks like it was thrown in by someone. I also want to know. Who is trying every possible means to frame me?"
"Who else could it be but you!" Aunt Fugui howled angrily, "You are a widow and you don't have a man. Who else could care about other people's men besides you?"
Cheng Wanwan sneered: "I'm not the only widow in the village!"
Aunt Wang immediately said: "Widow Zhang is also there. According to what Aunt Fugui said, it is possible that the Zhang family is also there."
Mrs. Zhang stood in the crowd, looking weak and weak: "Loach lady, please stop talking nonsense, I have been digging wild vegetables in the mountains this afternoon."
Cheng Wanwan looked at her, and the smile on his face became even bigger: "Aunt Fugui never said it was the afternoon when she met a bad guy and a man having sex on the bed. How did Widow Zhang know it was the afternoon?"
Zhang's face suddenly turned pale.
She felt the eyes of countless people falling on her, and she suddenly felt guilty: "Anyway, it's not me anyway. Brother Fugui and I are not familiar with each other."
Aunt Wang laughed: "You call me Brother Fugui when you're not familiar with me. You're not Zhao Fugui's sister."
"A pair of underwear doesn't mean anything." Satsuma's wife squeezed in, "It's windy today. It's normal for someone's underwear to be blown by the wind. It's not worth making a joke over something like this."
Li Zheng's wife walked over and helped Aunt Fugui, who was sitting on the ground, up.
There is no way Aunt Fugui will give up. The fig leaf has been torn. She must find that bitch.
Her eyes wandered around Cheng Wanwan and Mrs. Zhang.
Cheng Wanwan raised his eyes to look at Zhao Fugui, who was standing far outside, and said in a cold voice: "Sanniu, bring your uncle Fugui in."
Zhao Sanniu immediately went to pull Zhao Fugui. As a child, he was naturally not as strong as Zhao Fugui. However, with the help of other men in the village, Zhao Fugui could not get out at all, and he was dragged directly into the yard.
Feeling that he had lost all face, he pointed at the rich aunt's nose and cursed: "You have eaten so much that you have nothing to do all day long. Why are you making such a fuss? Come home with me!"
He went over to drag the rich aunt.
Cheng Wanwan saw a nail scratch on his neck with sharp eyes.
She turned to look at Mr. Zhang and said with an indifferent expression: "Aunt Fugui, stretch out your hand and show me."
How could Aunt Fugui listen obediently to Cheng Wanwan and pointed at her nose to continue scolding her.
But as soon as she stretched out her hands, Cheng Wanwan saw them. They were rough hands. The nails were worn out due to years of heavy work, leaving no room for them at all.
On the other hand, Mrs. Zhang, a widow, has long nails.
Obviously, Zhang should have her own way to make the men in the village willing to work in the fields for her.
"The nail marks on the back of Zhao Fugui's neck were scratched by a woman at first glance." Cheng Wanwan said quietly, "Aunt Fugui has no nails, and neither do I. She is the only person present with nails."
She looked at Mrs. Zhang.
Everyone looked at Zhang.
Mrs. Zhang quickly hid her hands in her sleeves.
If she was innocent, she would have retorted angrily now.
But she looked guilty and couldn't utter a single word of rebuttal.
And Zhao Fugui also covered the back of his neck with a guilty conscience.
Outside the courtyard wall, Zhang Dagang squeezed in at some point and said, "I once saw Uncle Fugui and Widow Zhang walking in the wild forest."
Zhang Dagang was twelve years old, and he was still considered a child. No one would doubt what a child said.
Moreover, a twelve-year-old child cannot make up this kind of erotic incident.
Aunt Fugui screamed and rushed towards Ms. Zhang. Ms. Zhang rarely went to the ground to do heavy work and had no strength. She was pushed to the ground. Aunt Fugui sat on her and slapped her with her left hand and another slap with her right hand. The beating made Ms. Zhang dizzy.
A silver hairpin suddenly fell out of Zhang's pocket.
Aunt Fugui's eyes were red. Zhao Fugui gave it to her when they got married. It disappeared half a year ago. She looked for it for a long time, but she didn't expect that Aunt Fugui gave it to a parallel haircut outside.
Aunt Fugui suddenly had no energy to continue the quarrel. So what if she beat Widow Zhang to death? Her man had changed his mind and would never be as caring as he was when they first got married.
Zhao Fugui was clearly thinking about Dashan Niang, but he was having an affair with Widow Zhang. He didn't know if he had hooked up with other widows in the village.
Aunt Fugui lay on the ground, crying silently.
The way she looked was more sympathetic than the way she had just gone crazy.
Widow Zhang did not dare to stay any longer for fear of being scratched in the face, so she got up from the ground and ran away.
Zhao Fugui was so angry that he wanted to beat his mother-in-law, but there were so many people watching that he didn't dare to do anything, so he lowered his head and left quickly.
Aunt Fugui sat in the yard and cried silently.
A woman gathered around to comfort him.
"A man, isn't that what he is? He can't control his body."
"I'm sorry that Widow Zhang won't dare to hook up with your man again. Don't be too aggressive. Men can't be too tight."
"We have to go on living this life, just turn a blind eye."
Hearing the words of comfort from the person next to her, a trace of disapproval appeared on Cheng Wanwan's face, but she didn't say anything.
In modern society, men would be forgiven for cheating, let alone the ancient times thousands of years ago. Persuading people to divorce was tantamount to seeking wealth and murder. She would not do such "immoral things".
She went into the house and brought out a basin of water, and said softly: "Aunt Fugui, wash your face before leaving."
After all the fuss, she was covered in sweat, rolled around on the ground, covered in mud and chicken shit from head to toe, and the rich aunt was exhausted.
She looked at the basin of water in front of her, raised her head and whispered softly: "Dashan Niang, I'm sorry, it was me who caused you a lot of trouble indiscriminately..."
She washed her face silently, arranged her hair randomly, pushed through the crowd and went home silently.
We are all from the same village and are very familiar with each other. Zhao Fugui is not the laziest in the village, but he is also one of those who do not hesitate to fool around. He can do whatever he wants, but why would he bring a widow into his house and have sex.
This incident also alerted many women in the village to keep their men away from Widow Zhang.
