MTL - I Made a Fortune By Raiding Houses In Ancient Times-Chapter 23 who is lying
Chapter 23 Who is lying?
An aunt who was watching said to Mrs. Bao with disapproval, "How can you, old woman, do this? People are kind enough to give you food, but why do you still want to rely on them?"
"That is, even though you are old, you can't be so shameless."
Aunt Hu felt very proud when she heard the accusations from her neighbors.
Seeing that everyone didn't believe her, Mrs. Bao looked anxious and said, "I didn't lie. My son did almost marry a girl from the Liu family. He even gave her a betrothal gift."
Some people saw that Mrs. Bao had been exposed and still insisted on relying on Mrs. Hu's family. They couldn't help but said, "Old lady, Mrs. Hu really has no daughter, only one son."
Mrs. Bao shook her head, "Impossible. My son clearly said he wanted to marry Liu Yunniang and even gave her a betrothal gift. My son would not lie to me."
Some people really couldn't stand Mrs. Bao's behavior and shook their heads and said, "Old lady, you'd better stop your shameful thoughts. That Liu Yunniang is Madam Hu's daughter-in-law, not a daughter."
"What, Liu Yunniang is your daughter-in-law? This...this is impossible." Mrs. Bao's face turned pale.
A look of uneasiness flashed across Aunt Hu's face, fearing that Mrs. Bao would say more inappropriate words, so she quickly said with pity, "Yes, Liu Yunniang is indeed my daughter-in-law. It's pitiful for you, an old woman, to be alone and helpless. You'd better leave as soon as possible, but don't lie to others again, saying that you own that house..."
Mr. Bao looked greatly shocked and murmured, "I'm not lying. That house does belong to my son..."
Ling Chu couldn't stand it any longer, so he patted her hand comfortingly, then pointed at Aunt Hu and said, "You are the one who lied to me, Mrs. Bao didn't panic, that house was indeed bought by her son He Fengci. "
Hearing Ling Chu's words, the crowd of onlookers immediately burst into an uproar.
Aunt Hu sneered, "Which family are you from? Why, you are interested in my big house with three people's income, but you don't want to pay for it. Do you want to join forces with this old woman to take over my house?"
Facing Madam Hu’s accusation, Ling Chu said calmly, “You said that house is yours, do you have the deed?”
"Of course." In order to prove that she was not lying, Aunt Hu quickly took out the house deed from the house and opened it in front of everyone. "Look at it clearly. It is clearly written on it. It is the house deed of my family."
Ling Chu didn’t even look at the house deed that Madam Hu took out, and said directly, “Your house deed is fake.”
Madam Hu is not worried about being found out about the property deed. Anyway, the grass on He Fengxi's grave is several feet high, so it is not up to her to decide who owns the house.
Aunt Hu’s face darkened and she said disdainfully, “How do you prove that this property deed is fake?”
Ling Chu glanced at her, then suddenly turned around and shouted to the crowd, "Master Ning, can I borrow two guards from you?"
Everyone turned around and saw that a man in brocade robes had arrived outside the crowd.
Although no one knew him, seeing that he was dressed in noble clothes and handsome in appearance, they intuitively felt that this man's identity was not simple.
Ning Chuyi happened to pass by here and saw that the road was blocked. Curiously, she stopped and took a look. Unexpectedly, it was Miss Ling who had just been released from prison.
Hearing Ling Chu's words, he glanced at her without saying anything. He waved his hand and a guard came over immediately.
Aunt Hu saw that she had called two men. Although she didn't know what she was going to do, she instinctively felt uneasy.
Ling Chu said directly to the two guards, "Excuse me, you two, go to the beam of the east wing and take down the oil paper package hidden on it."
Wei Feng and Yin Sha were not only Jinyi guards, but also Ning Chuyi's guards. They admired Miss Ling's ability. After listening to her words, they immediately nodded in agreement.
Seeing the two men raising their feet and heading towards the east wing, Aunt Hu's expression changed and she rushed to stop them, "Hey, who are you? How could you barge into my house?"
Mrs. Hu’s son had been hiding in the room before. Hearing something wrong, he immediately rushed out and said, "Is there any justice? Are you trying to bully others..."
Although Mrs. Hu’s son is tall and powerful, he cannot stop his bodyguards who are skilled in martial arts. Yin Sha subdued him in a few moments. While Aunt Hu was helping her son, Ling Chu selected two men from the crowd of spectators to serve as witnesses and asked them to follow Wei Feng to the east wing. He took out the oil paper bag hidden on the rafter.
The oil paper package was opened, and what was inside was the house deed, and the name written on it was He Fengci.
Everyone saw the name on the house deed and pointed at Mrs. Hu and her son.
Aunt Hu's son glared at Ling Chu angrily, "This deed is fake. You must have wanted to occupy our house. You forged this deed and secretly hid it on the beam of my house. Otherwise, how would you know about my house?" Is there something hidden in the beam?”
When the crowd of onlookers heard this, they felt that what Madam Hu’s son said was true, otherwise how could the girl know so clearly.
Facing the strange looks from others, Ling Chu ignored it and instead said to Aunt Hu, "Auntie, God is watching what you do. I advise you to hand over the betrothal gifts bought by He Fengxiang."
Aunt Hu didn't expect that Ling Chu even knew about the betrothal gift. She said angrily, "What are you talking about? What kind of betrothal gift are you talking about? I don't have any daughters in my family, so how can I accept the betrothal gift of He Feng Silk?"
Ling Chu saw that she did not shed tears without seeing the coffin, so he simply said, "In this case, I can only find out the things myself to see who is lying."
Seeing that Ling Chu didn't look like he was joking, the onlookers were not sure who was lying.
Seeing Ling Chu raising his feet to walk towards the cellar, Aunt Hu was so anxious that she immediately rushed in front of Ling Chu, sat down on the ground and cried loudly, "Come on, someone, there is a strongman breaking into my house and trying to steal things... Oh my God Ah, why don’t you chop that Thousand Sword Killer to death…”
Facing Aunt Hu’s cries, Ling Chu was indifferent and took Wei Feng to prepare to enter the Hu family’s cellar.
Before entering the cellar, he selected a few men from the crowd to go in together and asked them to serve as witnesses.
Aunt Hu was so distraught when she saw this that she didn't care to cry anymore. She turned around and rushed towards Ling Chu, trying to drag her down.
Lingchu had been on guard against her for a long time and quickly dodged.
Aunt Hu couldn't hold back her strength, she fell heavily to the ground with a thud, and her chin hit the hard ground.
What a coincidence, the teeth bit her own lip.
Aunt Hu’s mouth was full of blood from pain, but Ling Chu didn’t even look at her.
Such a minor injury is nothing compared to the fact that they killed He Fengsi.
“Girl, there are only a few jars of pickles in this cellar, and I don’t see anything else.” The men who followed in glanced at the jars on the ground, but only saw the pickles inside.
Aunt Hu finally got up from the ground and endured the pain to follow the cellar. When she heard this, she immediately said confidently, "I said that I never received the betrothal gift from He Fengsi. This girl is lying. You guys Don't be fooled."
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