Chapter 5 Use magic to defeat magic

With the support of Lai and Ding, Mrs. Zhao finally stood up, glared at Yang Mu fiercely, took a small walking stick, and walked away with a "sssssss".

A moment later, Zhao's loud voice came from the door of Lao Yang's house.

"Folks, come and judge! I can't live any longer! The white-eyed wolf that I have raised for more than ten years is going to kill my grandmother!"

Yang Mu's heart brightened, oh, what a war of public opinion!

She is familiar with this matter!

It's just replacing the keyboard with your mouth! What's so difficult about this?

Yang Mu picked up his younger brother and muttered: "Let's go, let's see your sister defeat the magic with magic!"

Yang Shitou had been confused by his sister's various tricks all day long. He didn't understand what his sister was talking about. He closed and opened his eyes and arrived at the gate.

Standing at the gate of Lao Yang's house, Yang Mu was stunned for a moment.

Hey? Where is Zhao?

"Look, you guys, she actually wants to kill me! She is my granddaughter who raised me like shit!"

Yang Mushun looked over and saw Mrs. Zhao sitting in the square opposite Old Yang's house, shaking off the mud from her clothes and showing it to others.

The square is quite large. It is where the villagers dry their millet during the autumn harvest. There is a big millstone in the middle. During the slack time, many villagers chat in the square.

At this time, a group of people were chatting about household matters. Seeing Mrs. Zhao like this, they all gathered around and pointed at Ms. Zhao.

Yang Mu hugged his brother and looked at the square, then inside the gate of Old Yang's house.

From such a long distance, she could hear clearly in the backyard just now. Is Zhao's voice so loud?

In the square, Li Zheng's daughter-in-law Ma pointed at the mud on Zhao's butt and asked curiously: "What's wrong with that girl? Did I hit you?"

Ms. Zhao howled without tears and said, "She...kicked me! And she hit me!"

Mrs. Ding saw that her mother-in-law was not good at talking, and immediately said: "That little hoof is holding an ax and wants to chop my mother-in-law to death! She also said she wants to chop my mother-in-law and her third aunt to death!" She is a professional in making things out of nothing.

Mrs. Zhao looked at her second daughter-in-law in confusion, Huh? Is that so?

After hearing what Ding said, Mr. Ma immediately changed his face and said with an exaggerated expression: "Oh! This is so outrageous!"

Ding said: "Isn't that right? That little hooves is lawless, unfilial to his elders, and wants to kill people!"

Wow!

Everyone in the square started talking.

"No way! That little girl usually looks quite well-behaved!"

"Oh, you forgot, her mother is the daughter of a bandit!"

"Ah, yes, yes, I forgot about this!"

"The dragon begets the dragon, the phoenix begets the phoenix, and the mouse's son can dig holes!"

"Yes, what good things can the descendants of bandits have?"

…

Yang Mu looked at a group of villagers and secretly warned herself that violence could not be used to solve the problem. She still wanted to separate the family!

In this imaginary Dashun Dynasty, if you want to separate a family, the separation contract must be signed by Li Zheng or the clan leader.

Yang Mu walked forward step by step with her brother in her arms, and said to the villagers who had surrounded Zhao's mother-in-law and daughter-in-law: "Uncles and aunts, please give way!"

When the villagers saw her, they couldn't hide their embarrassment.

When talking about someone behind their back, the person suddenly appears in front of him, a large collective death scene.

Yang Mu glanced at the villagers. Everyone was either staring at the sky or picking their nails. He knew that they were just some helpless villagers, not big evil people.

She hugged her brother, jumped on the stone mill, sat down, looked at Mrs. Zhao and said: "I joined the Yang family at the age of five, and I have long since stopped having to pee. What my grandmother said is embarrassing.

?”

Zhao's mother-in-law and daughter-in-law were stunned, and just as they were about to retort, they heard Yang Mu suddenly cry loudly with grief on his face.

"Folks, you have to make the decision for me! Our eldest family has been acting like a cow and a horse for these years, and my mother has been tortured to death by the old Yang family! My brother and I will also be beaten to death by the old Yang family!"

The villagers were stunned for three seconds, looking at Yang Mu on the stone mill, and then at Zhao sitting on the ground.

This posture cannot be said to be similar, it is exactly the same!

Ma pointed at Yang Mu and said, "You can't talk in vain! Look at your grandmother's mud! Isn't this evidence that you hit someone?"

Just watch the fun, who doesn’t want things to get a little bigger?

The villagers immediately started talking: "Yes, Mu Yatou, you have to have evidence! Your grandmother has mud! What do you have?"

Yang Mu stopped crying and said loudly: "She threw herself into the vegetable field, so she was unjustly accused of being beaten by me. Look at the injuries on me and Shitou!"

As she spoke, she rolled up her sleeves, revealing criss-cross scars, all of which were beaten by Zhao with a cane.

She then took off her brother's clothes, revealing various shocking wounds.

The villagers stopped talking.

The man is silent and the woman is crying.

Yang Mu immediately put on Shitou's clothes again. It was very cold in spring.

Ms. Zhao jumped up with a swoosh, showing agility that was not inappropriate for her age.

She pointed at Yang Mu and said loudly: "You lose money! Who knows where you got the scar? Why should you say it was me?"

Seeing Zhao's cannibalism, the villagers all expressed their expressions: "You are the one who made this cannibalism happen to you."

Mrs. Ding looked aggrieved and said: "Her mother was beaten when she was still alive, not by our Lao Yang family! Her mother is a bandit and always beats her children. No matter how hard we try to persuade her, it's useless!"

The villagers suddenly realized, ah, this... seems to make sense!

Mrs. Zhao got the inspiration from Mrs. Ding, and immediately sat down on the ground again, howling: "God, please open your eyes and look, what kind of wolf-hearted granddaughter is this?"

Yang Mu watched Mrs. Zhao raise her hands and tremble for a while, as if she wanted to borrow another five hundred years from the sky. For a while, her hands were slapping and pulling on the ground, as if she was trying to dig someone out of the grave.

The villagers looked at Ms. Zhao who looked like she had been wronged, and they were hesitant for a moment, not knowing who was right.

Yang Mu shook his brother who was sitting on his lap and said, "I'll teach you a word - crying for heaven and earth."

"This is a crying day." (Ms. Zhao raised her hands and shook.)

"This is a land grab." (Zhao slapped the ground with both hands and scratched randomly)

"Cry the sky."

"Grab the land."

Yang Shitou scratched his head with his frozen little hands, as if he understood a little, but didn't understand. But after his sister repeated it many times, he finally understood a little bit.

When Zhao was tired from crying and her throat was dry from howling, Yang Mu looked at Zhao's mother-in-law and daughter-in-law with disbelief, and said in a very sad tone: "Grandma said that these wounds were all caused by my mother.

Then my mother insists on living in a broken house in our big house?"

She looked at Ms. Zhao with a look like "you are a bastard", pointed at her and said: "You asked my mother to go to the river to wash your foot wraps during the cold spring. She fell into the water and almost drowned. Brother Da Zhuang carried her back.

What did you say? You said she was useless and had thrown away your foot wrap! You said she deserved to die! You said you wouldn’t call a doctor for her! You said she was pretending to be ill, and you said she could have saved her life if she died early.

Food for the next person!”

Zhao stared, she... thought so, but didn't say it out loud!

Yang Mu's eyes were sad, "My mother was dragged to death by you!"

She also followed Zhao's example and said, "Oh my god, open your eyes and see, there is no way for good people to survive!"

Mrs. Zhao stopped crying and her lips trembled with anger. She pointed at Yang Mu and said loudly: "I didn't!"

Yang Mu looked at her sharply and asked, "Then how did my mother die?"

Zhao's words were stuck in her throat, and she was dragged to death...

Mrs. Ding said hurriedly: "Hey, you little hooves, why are you talking nonsense? Your mother obviously died of illness!"

Yang Mu turned to look at her, his eyes sharper, "My mother fell into the river in the morning and didn't call a doctor until evening. You said she died of illness? You are sick, so I delayed calling you a doctor for five hours, and you said the same thing.

He died of illness, okay?"

Ding's face was ashen and he said angrily: "Bah! Who are you cursing? You are the one who died!"

Although the villagers are simple, they are not stupid. At this time, who can't see who is right and who is wrong between the grandfather and grandson?

Yang Mu continued: "If you have the ability, bring that crutch and compare the scars to see if they were caused by that crutch!"

She raised her arm and showed the wound on her forearm in front of everyone. Everyone looked at the crutch in Zhao's hand, then looked at the scar on Yang Mu's arm, and started talking about it.

"This was obviously caused by the cane!"

"How did you see that?"

"Look at the three little bumps on the crutch, and then look at the three black and green lumps on the wound!"

"Ah! Yes, yes, it's exactly the same!"
To be continued...