Wangfu little dumb wife

Chapter 73

Song Wei and his wife have been away for more than ten days, and there is no news.

Mrs. Song has no energy for doing anything. She runs to the entrance of the village several times a day, just wanting to try her luck and see if she can meet her son back, otherwise she will feel uneasy.

That day Mrs. Song finished her work in the house and went to the entrance of the village again, where she ran into Zhang Er on the village road.

Seeing Mrs. Song, Zhang Er felt guilty and nervous, and called aunt in a low voice.

Mrs. Song didn't even bother to look at him, she rubbed Zhang Er's shoulder and walked forward.

"Ma'am, it's time for Saburo to come back?"

Looking at Mrs. Song's back, Zhang Er plucked up the courage to ask.

When Mrs. Song heard this, she became angry, "Sanlang is my son. If he can't come back, he has half a relationship with you? What's the matter, and you want to block the road and harm others? Are you afraid that the sky will be thundered and ghosts will haunt you?"

Zhang Er's face made it clear to her.

On the day Song Wei went to Fucheng, Zhang Er and his wife were found to be amiss by the villagers. They called them ghosts when they saw them, and knelt on the ground crying and begging their little ancestor to spare their lives.

Some say it's a lost soul.

Zhang's mother was so anxious that she went to invite the witch after listening to people's persuasion. It took a lot of money to call back the souls of her son and daughter-in-law.

Zhang Er and his wife were so frightened that they didn't dare to hide it anymore, so they revealed what happened that night, dragged their accomplices into the water by the way, and said that when Song Wei came back, it didn't matter whether he passed the exam or not , he has to go to the door himself to make amends, after all, it is because they have done too badly that they will be punished.

As soon as Zhang Er and his wife expressed their opinion, the other few people would not come to Song Wei's door to make amends according to the gourd painting.

The three families had a big quarrel in private over this matter. You blamed me and I blamed you, trying to put the blame on each other.

Mrs. Song still listened to the gossip-loving Erlang's daughter-in-law, and figured out the whole story. This group of people had no way of keeping their mouths out of the wind. They often said Song Wei's fault behind their backs. They were threatened by Aunt Xie. towering.

Mrs. Song was not too polite, picked up two buckets of manure with a shoulder pole, and sent them directly to the door, "Your family grew up eating manure, right? If you don't chew my Saburo behind your back, maggots will grow in your mouth?"

There was a woman who had just married and didn't know Mrs. Song very well, so she scolded her when she stood up, "My mouth grows on me, I can say whoever I like, it's none of your business! Is Song Sanlang dead or on his body?" Lost a piece of meat? You sent dung to people's homes early in the morning, and you are too old to think about it? Let me tell you..."

Before she could finish her sentence, Mrs. Song splashed a ladle of feces on her face.

The little woman's scream was worse than that of a pig being slaughtered.

Mrs. Song put her hands on her hips, "It seems that you haven't eaten enough for breakfast, and you can't keep your mouth shut. My mother will give you two buckets to teach you how to be a man!—Look at me, right? Come here, look here hard, don't scare me away , you are a bastard! You feel puzzled, don’t you? All right, let’s see you in court. I’d like to ask the Elder Master to make a clean break. What’s the crime of insulting the leader of the case whom he personally promoted? Prison, sit through the bottom of the prison!"

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Zhang Er still hasn't forgotten the scene where the little woman was stunned by Mrs. Song with her face covered in feces.

He was looking forward and looking forward, hoping that Song Wei would come back as soon as possible, so that he could go to the house and apologize as soon as possible, otherwise, if he worked so hard, and once he met Mrs. Song, someone would stab him severely in the back, who would be able to withstand it?

"Ma'am, I really want to apologize to Saburo." Zhang Er humbly lowered his posture, not daring to look at Mrs. Song again.

Mrs. Song glanced at him, "With both hands empty, do you have the nerve to say your sincerity?"

(End of this chapter)