The Peasant Wife Is a Lucky Charm Chapter 129: My Daughter’s Proof

Chapter 129: My Daughter’s Proof
Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
However, the villagers didn’t directly confront Wang Yizhi.
Having a Cultivated Talent in the village was a rare privilege. If he advanced to become an Advanced Scholar, he could potentially become an officer, bringing honor to the village and benefiting everyone.
With this in mind, Wang Yizhi managed to compose himself and angrily accused the hooligan, saying, “How dare you set me up like this!”
Then he turned to his mother. “Mom, get the village chief here to deal with this!”
Since they were both descendants of the same great-grandfather, the village chief would undoubtedly support him.
As long as he didn’t admit to asking Su Lan for the hammer and instead claimed that the hooligan had framed him, he might be able to turn the situation in his favor.
A man informed him, “The chief is here.’
The village chief arrived with four men from his family, ready to protect Wang Yizhi.
“What’s happening here?” inquired the village chief, a man in his 50s who carried an authoritative aura despite not holding an official position.
Qin Zhenzhen and the others didn’t bother responding, knowing the village chief would listen to Wang Yizhi first.
Sure enough, the village chief asked Wang Yizhi. “Yizhi, you go first.”
As expected, the village chief asked Wang Yizhi, “Yizhi, you speak first.”
Wang Yizhi vehemently denied asking Su Lan to borrow the hammer from the hooligan’s home, spinning a web of lies.
He continued, “It’s nearly lunchtime, and Su Lan isn’t home to prepare lunch. My daughter was crying, so I asked her where your mother was. She cried back, saying she was at Uncle Wang’s house, and she didn’t want her there because she found her bothersome!”
“When I realized that the ‘Uncle Wang’ my daughter mentioned was the hooligan, I became furious. After all, everyone in the village avoided him!”
“But Su Lan encouraged the child to call him uncle, and she even went to his home alone. It seems they have a special relationship!”
“You… you!” Su Lan lost control and was about to strike Wang Yizhi.
However, Qin Zhenzhen intervened, saying, “Elder Sister, let the village chief conduct the interrogation one by one. If you ask him now, just wait until he finishes.
Qin Zhenzhen sensed that Su Bin and his brothers supported the divorce; otherwise, they wouldn’t have slapped Wang Yizhi.
He urged Wang Yizhi to continue fabricating lies, wanting Su Lan to see his
true character. The more lies Wang Yizhi concocted, the more likely Su Lan would be to give up on him.
Only when her heart was shattered would Su Lan be willing to seek a divorce.
A divorce was the only way to salvage Su Lan’s miserable life.
Su Bin and his brothers shared the same perspective as Qin Zhenzhen, so they didn’t stop Wang Yizhi from continuing.
Wang Yizhi shamelessly carried on with his fabrications.
“I was so furious that I confronted Su Lan about it. My mother had just returned from work and told me that Su Lan had been in the hooligan’s room.”
“I became so angry that I came here with my mother and the others to see what was happening. And there I found Su Lan, disheveled clothes, messy hair – she must have done something terrible!”
Wang Yizhi’s mother supported his version of events as well.
Subsequently, the village chief questioned both Su Lan and the hooligan.
Su Lan told the truth, and the hooligan, fearing torture, also confessed honestly. With the five liang on the table, the evidence was conclusive.
Qin Zhenzhen and Qin Silong corroborated what had occurred.
Despite this, the villagers remained silent, merely observing the situation.
No one accused Wang Yizhi of framing the hooligan.
The village chief found himself in a predicament, not wanting to blame Wang Yizhi directly, yet also reluctant to offend Qin Zhenzhen and Qin Silong.
He was well aware that Qin Zhenzhen’s uncle held a position as a constable in the county office. If this matter were to be reported to the governmental office, Wang Yizhi’s status as a Cultivated Talent could be at risk.
After contemplating the situation, the village chief subtly glanced at Wang
Yizhi and asked, “Yizhi, could there be some misunderstanding?”
Confused by the chief’s question, Wang Yizhi believed he still had a chance of winning, especially since the villagers had remained silent.
“No, there’s definitely no misunderstanding! I can even have my daughter serve as a witness!”