Zhu Qinglian knelt down in front of Zhou Zhiyuan with a plop.

I swear, I really didn't go out for a day yesterday, and the hairpin was still on my bedside in the morning...... Woo-woo-"

"That belly pocket...... I don't know how, you know, I haven't worn it in a long time...... Woo-woo-"

"I don't know whose sweat towel it is, I don't know why it's with me...... Put it all together...... Whining...... I really don't know......"

You're going to trust me......"

Zhou Zhiyuan looked at her with a calm face, from the good-looking eyes, to the bewitching kneeling posture, from the delicate distant mountain eyebrows drawn, to the slightly pale lips that were wiped off by lip grease, from the delicate single screw bun to the embroidered spring shirt with waist and breasts-

Stealing people?!

Will it?

But Little Tail is still a six or seven-year-old child.

Although he stole chickens and dogs when he was a child, he didn't know anything about men and women.

The village chief's pitying and flashing eyes before leaving, the muttering discussions and ridicule outside the house, and the juniors who seemed to understand or not-

A lifetime of clearing the name was ruined in one fell swoop.

Regardless of whether she really came out of the wall or was framed, his head was destined to be green from now on.

He stood up suddenly, slammed his hands on the table, and threw the teapot and cups on the table to the ground, and the crackling sound of porcelain seemed to tear a hole in his heart.

His heart was bleeding.

Still not enough to vent the frustration in his heart, the man jerked up the table and pushed it forward.

The man had little strength, and the table was too heavy, so the table shook and slowly flipped down.

The man jerked up the stool next to him and threw it at the dresser by the wall.

"Bang dang!"

With a loud bang, the stool fell to the ground, the dresser shook, and the bronze mirror only sank into a small depression.

"From today onwards, you are not allowed to go out and concentrate on cooking at home and serving your children. ”

The man closed his eyes, opened the door and walked out.

Zhu Qinglian sat on the ground and cried, but a pair of good-looking eyes flashed a trace of gloom.

Let's say that Wei Wangchu had just entered the village, and he saw from a distance that the water at his door was blocked by a sea of people.

The periphery is all lively, and there are several female dependents wearing linen and filial piety who are crying and mourning like the later generations singing.

"Oh my daddy—"

"How can you give it, old man—"

The flowers are tactful, but there is no sadness at all.

In the crowd was a dark-skinned girl arguing with the women.

But it is Hu Xiao'e, the daughter of the butcher's family in Hujiazhuang.

"Who can prove that he died after taking Dr. Wei's medicine?"

Hu Xiao'e crossed her waist with one hand and pointed to the old man with a blue face lying on the door panel next to her, the old man seemed to be breathing at all, and he was dead.

"How can I prove it? My dad took his medicine early in the morning, and he didn't take anything else! Not his medicine or what?"

"Who are you? Why are you talking here? What about Dr. Wei? I don't dare to come out, and I call a woman in front of me, what kind of man is it?"

"Don't you dare to do it, don't you dare to come out?"

Hu Xiao'e couldn't talk about them with one mouth, so she had to look around at the lively people.

"Auntie, aunt, uncle, Dr. Wei has been seeing a doctor in our ten miles and eight towns for eight or nine years, and only when he is cured, how can a good person take his medicine and die?

The girl pinched her waist and faced everyone, "Besides, Dr. Wei's medicine is all collected from our mountain, how can we eat the medicine of the dead on our mountain?"

The old woman suddenly pushed Hu Xiao'e and began to sing and cry.

"Oh, my old man, I didn't eat anything in the morning, so I took the medicine prescribed by Dr. Wei, and when I ate it, I vomited and shivered, and then my breath was gone...... Woo woo, old man—"

There's a new unknown situation, "What's going on?"

"The old man of Lijiazhuang is dead!"

"Oh, what a sin! I said that I died after taking Dr. Wei's medicine!"

"How is it possible? Dr. Wei has been seeing a doctor for so many years, and this kind of thing has never happened!"

"There's always a first time. ”

"Hey, Dr. Wei is back—"

When everyone saw Wei Wangchu coming back, they all consciously dodged away and made a way.

Hu Xiao'e shouted, "Big brother!"

Suddenly there were some tears.

Wei Wangchu nodded, and then turned his head to look at the juniors, "What's the matter?"

An older junior stepped forward, "Doctor Wei, do you remember me? I brought my father to see a doctor last night, you should have drunk a lot of alcohol yesterday, and you still didn't say a word to my father, and you gave me medicine." ”

As he spoke, he took out a prescription, "This is your prescription, isn't it?"

Before it got dark last night, it was indeed this posterior who pushed a cart and took the old man to see a doctor.

Wei Wangchu was noncommittal, took the prescription and looked at it, "I prescribed it." ”

The latter took a packet of medicine from a female relative, "This is the medicine you dispensed, right?"

He took the medicine bag again and sniffed it, "I matched it." ”

A young junior stepped forward and stretched out his hand to push Wei Wangchu, but the latter flashed sideways.

Housheng was flashed, shaken, and snorted.

"Just admit it! My father, after taking the medicine you prepared this morning, he foamed at the mouth, and he couldn't wake up, and then he died with a whimper!

"Why didn't you take your medicine last night?"

The older posterity, the eldest son of the old man, said, "I ate it too!" and I fell asleep after eating. ”

"I ate it last night, but I had an accident this morning?"

The eldest son was speechless suddenly, the young younger's eyes widened, and the temperament of a second-rate son suddenly appeared.

"What's the matter, do you want to pay the bills? My dad didn't eat anything else, he didn't die after taking your medicine last night, and he ate another meal this morning...... Eat two meals and die, that's not your thing?"

Wei Wangchu glanced at the old man lying on the door panel at the feet of several people, walked over slowly, stretched out his hand to take the pulse, but was stopped by several women who rushed over.

"What are you doing? The old man is dead, and you still don't let him go?!"

An old woman with a wrinkled face said viciously, "What kind of doctor are you?! Where are you saving people?! You are so deadly...... Woo-woo-"

"Old man, you died so unjustly...... Woowoo...... Why are you willing to leave our mothers behind...... Woowoo...... You'......re so ruthless."

Rural people cry and mourn, as if singing operas, the tone is tortuous and tactful, and there is no sadness and misery, but there is quite a sense of joy.

"Dad, you died so miserably...... Woowoo woo ......"

"This ruthless Langzhong...... Why is your heart so dark...... Woowoo woo ......"

"Uncle...... Why did you die so miserably~"

A woman in her thirties saw it, and rushed towards Wei Wangchu fiercely, her hands spread, as if to grab him, and as if to hug him.

Wei Wangchu's footsteps were light, he took a step to the left, twisted his body, and the corners of his clothes were not rubbed, so he easily dodged.

Instead, the woman was unsteady and fell on the body of the descendant who followed her.

The woman's mouth shook and she howled, "Ahhh......hh You thief...... You, what is your heart made of? You return my uncle's life! Uncle, uncle...... Woowoo woo ......"

Being messed with by this woman, Wei Wangchu's patience dispersed a lot, and he shouted: "Get out of the way!"

The ladies were stunned for a moment, and then heard Wei Wangchu continue to say sharply: "The person is not dead yet. ”

People didn't die?

"Not dead yet, let the doctor see it!"

The onlookers suddenly became lively:

"People aren't dead yet? Why are they all wearing linen and filial piety?"

"Even the married daughter rushed back to wear linen and filial piety!"

"Alas, you don't know, this old man has bad legs and feet, he has been lying in bed for several years, eating, drinking, and Lazar are all in bed, and there is no filial son in front of the bed for a long time......"

"That's no wonder!

"A bunch of unfilial things!"

"What's the situation with the old woman? My wife! It's been a lifetime......

"That's it, ...... iniquity"

The old woman in everyone's mouth wiped away her tears, "What nonsense are you talking about, you thief? My old man is obviously cold, how can he not be dead?! How can you talk nonsense among thieves! You, you come, you come and wake up my old man to see?"

Wei Wangchu was about to step forward, but the old woman stopped him crying again, "You black-hearted Langzhong, don't touch my wife! You, stay away from my wife!"

The eldest queen who took his father to see a doctor stepped forward and helped her, "Mother, he said that his father is not dead yet, let him take a look......!"

"Your father is cold! How could it be...... Son, don't listen to this black-hearted man, he doesn't know what he has in mind! O poor father, ......

"If you don't let me see it again, your father will be really cold. ”