Farmer's wife: Xianggong, if you are sick

Chapter 68
She thought that Wang Putao would be on her side.

But seeing her caressing the shark butterfly blue carefully, she frowned and asked her, "Did your husband really do this?"

Song Yaomei was also a little scared, this Li Sanlang is easy to cause trouble, this is not going to cause her some trouble again, right?

But since I have already said it before, I am afraid that it will be faked later, and besides, this bearded man is a witness, and there are probably many people in this village who know it, so they simply admitted it generously.

Song Yaomei raised her head and looked proud, "My husband made it up, what's wrong?"

But Wang Putao looked at her with a very sad expression, like looking at a pitiful puppy that people despise.

Seeing it, Song Yaomei felt uncomfortable all over, "What's wrong?" Song Yaomei asked.

But Wang Putao closed his eyes, and said with a normal expression: "You both say that this thing is yours, but what evidence do you have?"

I saw the bearded man, who was still angry at first, but now he was showing a sinister smile, but this smile was a bit creepy, and he slowly took out a piece of paper from his pocket.

That piece of paper looks like a contract, it should be an agreement or something.

Song Yaomei even scolded Li Sanlang 180 times in her heart. You signed an agreement with him and delivered the goods directly. Isn't that all right?
She is still babbling and refusing to hand in, this will be a bad luck for her.

This intentional trouble, the crime is not light.

For the current plan, I can only insist that I don't know. Besides, this contract can be faked. Who can prove the credibility of this thing?
The bearded man handed the things to Wang Putao, and his eyes were even more smug.

After Wang Putao finished reading it, his face showed doubts. The bronze sword was aimed at the bearded man, but now it was obediently pinned to his waist.

It was just that the bearded man approached Wang Putao, but Wang Putao frowned at him, and the bearded man stepped back a few steps when he wanted to get closer to Wang Putao's leg.

Song Yaomei was glad that she just vomited all the filth on him, but she felt that she just vomited too little, and the smell was not strong enough.

Want you to despise me?Look how frightened you are!

Wang Putao handed the contract to Song Yaomei, "This thing has already signed a contract, and it is agreed to hand it over. The contract says it is good. Look!"

Song Yaomei pretended to glance at the contract, and said: "The little woman is a country woman, illiterate, but I don't know if I should say something or not?"

Wang Putao naturally said: "Speak up! If you have anything to say, please tell me, my lady!"

Song Yaomei was sitting on the ground just now, and now she didn't feel so dizzy, and this body felt like her own, she stood up, patted her buttocks, "I wonder if the signature on the contract is right?" Fraud?"

At this time, someone in the audience raised a question, "You say that a basket weaver can also read and write? It's not like bullying the little by the big, but doing it on purpose!"

Wang Putao looked at the contract in his hand, and said to a small man in the same clothes as her, but more like a head catcher, "Take this to the county government for comparison."

This Song Yaomei has a bad heart, she didn't expect that comparisons were still popular in ancient times, this is a disaster, she thought, or else she would just leave this boring shark butterfly blue and run away.

But he saw the little man running over nodding and bowing his head, picking up things with both hands.

Song Yaomei is thinking that the 36 plan is the best plan.

But I heard the voice of Li Sanlang, who she wished to greet his whole family, "Wait!"

Looking for the sunshine, everyone saw a handsome young man with a face as pale as paper, but his whole body exuded a noble temperament.

He covered his chest with one hand, his footsteps were a little unsteady, he lowered his head, and barely raised it slightly, "It's true!"

Seeing that his breath seemed a little unstable when he spoke, Song Yaomei hurriedly got up and went to help him, and whispered in his ear: "Good job, you really look like it!"

Song Yaomei hit Li Sanlang lightly with a crutch, and Li Sanlang frowned tightly from the pain.

He didn't complain at all, but his face was even uglier.

Song Yaomei mixed Li Sanlang in front of Wang Putao, followed by snot and tears, "Wang Butou, look, what has happened to my husband?"

Wang Putao looked at Li Sanlang, there was no ice-cold demeanor on this man's face.

He stretched out his hand to rest on his veins, but it was an obvious internal injury.

And it looks heavy.

Just looking at the way he held on, she admired his backbone.

It's just that I'm afraid that the time to support this backbone is limited, and this little man will fall to the ground in less than 3 minutes.

And it would probably take a quarter of an hour for her to finish asking about the case.

But at the moment there is no golden elixir on her body, she looks at the window of an accordion on the second floor of Weiman Building.

There was a man with a face full of spring breeze, wearing a white brocade robe, shaking a fan with seven horses painted on one side.

That man is none other than the rumored Prince Yao—Murong Xuanyuan, who is also Wang Putao's righteous brother.

Song Yaomei didn't ask her husband immediately when she saw Wang Putao, but looked into the distance.

Following her gaze, Song Yaomei saw a man from a distance, but he couldn't see his face clearly, he was shaking his fan, looking like a young man.

Song Yaomei thought to herself, could this be Wang Putao's good friend brother?Or a lover?

At this time, Song Yaomei really hoped that this Wang Putao would leave quickly, and it would be better to forget them all!

But in the next second, his husband Li Sanlang fell on top of her.

Song Yaomei knew what she meant, shook her husband-in-law, and cried again: "Killer, my husband was injured by this bearded man, come and help!"

Wang Putao panicked at this moment, and quickly pointed to one of them, "You, send him to Weimanlou for me."

It's just that the person being accused may be suffering from long-term malnutrition, so he said in panic: "My lord, I'm afraid, I'm afraid it's..."

Before the words were finished, all the people dispersed in a hurry. If this person died in his arms, I'm afraid he couldn't explain it clearly. Even if he could explain clearly, it would be bad luck.

Seeing Wang Putao glaring at the man, the man trembled and tried to carry Li Sanlang on his back, but he couldn't pull himself up.

Holding a big knife in his hand, Wang Putao pointed at the man, glaring at him, "It's useless."

The man carefully put Li Sanlang down, walked a few steps towards a place where no one was approaching, then quietly moved away from them, and finally ran away rolling and crawling.

Song Yaomei laughed in her heart, "This man is real, he is just pretending to be a husband-in-law, what are you afraid of!"

Although Song Yaomei thought so in her heart, but the cousin on this face was well done, she pointed at the bearded face with a straight face, "It's all you, it's all you. If there is something wrong with my husband, I want you to look good."

That bearded man is also guilty, this man really kicked him to death with a basket, right?

He punched him back and said: "Wang Butou, the villain has nothing else but the stamina all over him, or let the villain send this young master to Weimanlou!"

(End of this chapter)