She made fire by setting up a stall

Chapter 411 IOUs
The woman was still unhappy, "It wasn't me in the first place!"

Lao Du's next sentence made the woman angry again.

"It's your big brother."

"Who are you talking about?" The woman picked out her ears. She had just gotten rainwater into her ears.

"It's your elder brother." Old Du said again, and after finishing speaking, he looked at Ming Xun, "I saw it with my own eyes, when will I get the money?"

Before Ming Xun could speak, the woman had already rushed forward.

She grabbed Lao Du's back collar with one hand, raised it with the other, and slapped Lao Du directly on the back of the head. She cursed loudly.

The scolding is full of unsavory words.

Ming Xun raised his hand, busy covering Shiluo's ears, not to let the words dirty Shiluo's ears.

Although Lao Du was old, he was a man and worked all year round. He pushed the woman away and she staggered to the ground.

She was stunned for a moment, but she didn't expect the always silent Lao Du to attack her. The woman realized that she was crying and cursing, "My elder brother is a clean man, but if you touch him up and down, he becomes a murderer!" Murderer, how did my elder brother offend you? Did he dig your ancestral grave?"

The woman asked like a cannonball.

Lao Du was still silently waiting for Ming Xun's response.

"She's right. Whether that person is the murderer or not is up to you." Looking at Lao Du's silent and serious face, Zhang Jia explained patiently, "You have to be sure of it by the public security organs."

Old Du glanced at Zhang Jia again, and repeated the sentence, "He is the murderer, I saw it with my own eyes."

The woman who was sitting on the ground and scolding stopped for a while, and then shouted, "You say my brother is the murderer, you show evidence, there is no evidence, you are, you are—"

Seeing that the woman couldn't remember what the word was called, a villager reminded, "This is called false accusation."

"Yes, false accusation." The woman touched the non-existent tears on her face and said, "For money, you really say anything that hurts your conscience."

Zhang Jia asked again as gently as possible: "Master, do you have any other evidence besides what you can see? Or the details, if you are asked to tell the police, would you be willing?"

"I'll get the money after I say it?" Old Du was still thinking about money.

"If what you said is true, we will definitely not break our promise." Zhang Jia replied.

"Then I'll go."

From the beginning to the end, there was no other expression on Lao Du's face.

He was willing to go to the police station, and the villagers felt that what Lao Du said might be true. They looked at the woman on the ground, and their gazes were scrutinized.

The woman got up from the ground, not caring about the sewage on her body. She looked around the villagers, eager to excuse her elder brother, "You all know what kind of person my elder brother is, he is timid. , how can you kill someone?"

"We don't know. Your eldest brother has not been here in our village for so many years. He hasn't been here for five or six years, right? We have forgotten what he looks like."

The woman was married from the next town.

She was brought up by her elder brother since she was a child, and she has a deep relationship with her elder brother. Her elder brother is ten years older than her. According to the woman, her elder brother has never been married because he wanted to support her. When she grows up and gets married, she The eldest brother was already old, and later married a daughter-in-law. After a few years, the daughter-in-law ran away with someone again, and her elder brother has been alone since then.

"No, you keep saying that your elder brother loves you the most, but he came here often in the past few years, why haven't you seen him in the past few years?"

"My elder brother has been in poor health for the past few years and has been recovering from his illness. I didn't let him come over." Seeing so many eyes staring at her, the woman was angry and anxious, "You really doubt my elder brother?"

"My elder brother is timid. He doesn't dare to kill chickens at ordinary times. How could he kill people? Old Du doesn't even fart all day long. Can you believe what he says?" Wait, I'll call Xiaochen's father to tell you."

The woman pointed at Lao Du, "You wait for me!"

After speaking, people will leave.

Shi Luo told Zhang Jia, "Stop her."

When Shi Luo opened his mouth, this matter is a fact.

Zhang Jia walked over quickly, blocking the woman's way, "Don't even think about reporting the news."

"What letter to report?" The woman was still sure that her elder brother could not kill someone, Zhang Jia stopped her, she began to panic, stretched out her hand and pushed Zhang Jia, "Get out of the way, I am soaked, I have to go back and change clothes , or I'll ask you to pay for it if I'm sick?"

"I'll pay if I'm sick." Zhang Jia stopped her.

Thinking of Liang Yaru's words just now, Ming Xun is the richest, Zhang Jia said to pay, the woman really dare not say something that Zhang Jia can't afford to pay.

"Master, if you don't let her go, is it because her elder brother is really the murderer?" A quick-witted villager asked Shi Luo.

Shi Luo nodded, "Yes, judging by her face, she has blood relatives who committed murder."

When the words fell, Shi Luo said to the woman again: "Why do you think he is sick?"

The woman suddenly turned her head and looked at Shi Luo, "What do you know?"

"If my guess is right, he should be having a very hard time." Even though it was several meters away, Shi Luo could still see through the woman's eyes what she had seen recently.

The woman's eyes gradually became confused until Shi Luo withdrew her spiritual power.

"No, my elder brother is just a common illness. The doctor said, just take care of him." The woman decided to choose the former for illness and homicide.

Shi Luo saw through the woman's thoughts with a glance.

"Do you really think his illness can be cured?" Shi Luomei gave the woman hope, "He is in pain now, and it will only be more painful in the future, and eventually he will die of mental and physical exhaustion."

In short, his death will not be so easy.

"No! You are talking nonsense!" The woman pushed Zhang Jia harder.

Zhang Jia is not good at attacking a woman who is much older than her. Wherever the woman goes, he will stand wherever the woman goes, blocking the woman's way with his own body.

The woman was anxious, so she finally puffed out her chest and said to Zhang Jia, "I think if you dare to stop me again, if you stop me again, you are touching me."

Zhang Jia's face twitched, and he hurriedly took a step back.

"Let her go." Shi Luo said to Zhang Jia.

Zhang Jia hurriedly dodged to the side.

The woman is in a hurry.

But before walking a few steps, Shi Luo said: "I will give him two ways, one is to surrender himself, and the other is to suffer all kinds of hardships and die."

"I do not believe you!"

After the woman left, Lao Du's expression finally changed. He asked Ming Xun, "Can I still get the money?"

This old Du is not a rich man, he mentioned asking for money again and again, it should be useful.

Ming Xun believes in his own eyesight. Although this old Du is penniless, he has clear eyes.

"Here." Ming Xun said.

Lao Du changed his face for the second time today. He opened his mouth and took out an old notebook and a pencil with the thickness of a finger from his pocket. He said: "I have no other evidence to prove it, only a pair of eyes have seen it. This is not my credit, I can't ask for your money for nothing, I will write you an IOU, and you give me another address, and I will pay you back."

Having said that, he raised his head and asked Ming Xun, "I can divide, divide—"

"Instalments." Zhang Jia reminded him.

"Yes, can I pay it back in installments?" Lao Du said again: "I will also pay you the interest."

Ming Xun did not refuse, "Yes."

"Thank you, thank you." Lao Du stammered when it was rare for him to thank someone like this.

Ming Xun's reply was not perfunctory, "You're welcome."

Lao Du squatted on the ground, put the notebook on his knees, clutched a pencil, and wrote the IOU stroke by stroke.

He didn't go to school much, and his children taught him how to write.

Lao Du's handwriting is as immature as a child's writing, but each stroke is extremely deep.

"You keep it." He handed the IOU to Ming Xun.

Ming Xun nodded and put away the IOU.

　The epidemic is spreading rapidly, and the girls must protect themselves. I wish you all good health and happiness.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)