A peasant girl traveled through time and space, and she became prosperous

"Even if it rains knives from the sky, you must return immediately and clear your uncle's name.

Otherwise, I will not acknowledge you as my unfilial son."

The maidservant next to her saw that the old lady was very angry, so she hurried forward to help her calm down, fearing that she would lose her breath and die.

Mr. Wang who was in the court also heard it. That was his sister's voice. His savior had come.

"Sister, save me, save me.

My beloved nephew has teamed up with outsiders to kill me."

Mr. Wang was crying and shouting outside, and the old lady inside could not hold back her anger. With the support of her maid, she stormed into the hall and openly supported her brother.

"He is my biological brother from my mother's side. Who dares to frame him?"

The old lady poked the ground with her dragon-headed cane so hard that the sound was so loud and powerful that the ground shook three times.

The county magistrate, who was always famous for his filial piety, was furious and annoyed. He was about to send a lawyer to persuade the old lady, but the old lady shook the lawyer off and scolded him:

"You have been healthy since childhood. Today your uncle is in trouble. Why are you pretending to be weak and delicate? Sit in court and try the case.

I just don’t believe that our family will be bullied by others in this Minhuang County.

I will sit here today and see how you can clear your uncle's name, otherwise, you will have to wait for me to collect your body tonight."

The old lady was threatening the county magistrate with death, which was really a weak spot for him.

The lie has been exposed. In public, the county magistrate has lost face and there is no point in pretending any longer.

After wiping his face, the county magistrate no longer cared about whether he was decent or not.

Let's go to hell together. You forced me to do this.

The county magistrate threw away the hem of his official uniform, walked back to the public trial angrily, slammed the gavel heavily, and said in a cold voice:

"The physical evidence does not match the testimony of the witnesses. The plaintiff Liu family wins the case. The marriage is annulled and the bride is sent home. The defendant Wang Jinzhong forcibly took a woman to be his wife. His crime is extremely serious and he is sentenced to 80 strokes of the cane. The case is closed."

At this moment, not only Mr. Wang was dumbfounded, but the group of people outside were also stunned.

Mr. Wang did not expect that he would be sentenced in this way by his own nephew. The others did not believe that the county magistrate would kill his own nephew for the sake of justice, and did it so quickly.

Eighty strokes of the cane was more than enough to kill Mr. Wang twice, given his frail body.

"You, you, you, you are not my son!"

The old lady fainted before she could finish her sentence.

The scene at this moment was particularly interesting, and the people outside wanted to laugh but didn't dare to.

The lawsuit was won, and every citizen present who supported Wen Meijiu and the Liu family was credited with a victory. The bad guys got the punishment they deserved, so who wouldn't be happy?

However, the county magistrate's mother fainted because of this incident. If everyone cheered at this time, it would inevitably be suspected of gloating.

Of course, the same mentality applies to warm wine.

However, beating Mr. Wang to death was not her goal. Moreover, after what happened during the county magistrate's trial just now, she understood that the county magistrate would definitely not watch his uncle being beaten to death, and would most likely do something about the thugs.

If it really came to that, it would be nothing more than scratching the surface and would not hurt Mr. Wang at all.

At the moment, the county magistrate was also angry with his mother and Mr. Wang, and he just said some angry words to let everyone calm down.

You see, the county magistrate will definitely have other actions next.

Sure enough, the county magistrate rushed to his mother's side and cried out in tears.

"Mother, it's all my fault. I made you angry. Wake up!

As long as you can wake up, I will do anything for you. If you really can't do it, I will take eighty lashes on behalf of my uncle, which can be regarded as my filial piety to you. "

After saying this, he put his mother on the ground, undressed her, and ordered the yamen runners:

"Come, take me away and take the eighty blows for my uncle."

The master knelt down and came to his side crying and shouting, saying:

"Your Excellency, you can't do this. You are an official appointed by the court. How can you accept such severe punishment? This is none of your business!"

The lawyer held down his hands as he was trying to unbutton his clothes, while the county magistrate struggled hard. The two of them were pulling each other on the ground, and the scene was extremely painful.

"So what do you say? What do you say?

On one side is my uncle who has been so kind to me, on the other side is my mother who treats me like a treasure, and on the other side is the people whom I regard as my own parents. Who have I let down? How can I sit here in this hall with a clear conscience?

In this situation, if I don’t go to hell, who will?

Don't try to persuade me, brothers, come on, don't be polite to me."

The county magistrate yelled at the yamen runners on his left and right. The runners panicked and knelt on the ground, lowering their heads to show that they dared not.

The lawyer knelt down and moved his legs to the presence of Mr. Liu and his wife, shaking Mr. Liu and begging him to save the county magistrate and spare Mr. Wang.

The cat cries over the rat in false sympathy. The county magistrate is acting out a sad drama to gain everyone's sympathy and to exonerate Mr. Wang.

After realizing this, Wen Meijiu smiled inwardly. She decided to take the initiative to avoid Liu Xianggong being inconsiderate and revealing her behind the scenes.

She kicked the calf of the butler who was closest to her. The butler turned around in panic and saw Wen Meijiu's smiling face.

She hooked her finger, and when the butler stretched his head over, she whispered:

"Go and help your master up, and we can discuss something."

The butler looked at Wen Meijiu with a look of "Who do you think you are?" and snorted coldly:

"Can I discuss this with you?"

Indeed, the one who filed the complaint in the court was Lord Liu. Lord Liu's daughter had been replaced by Wen Meijiu halfway through, and was now sitting quietly in her boudoir embroidering.

The reason why Mr. Liu was willing to come and file a complaint was to prevent future troubles.

If Mr. Liu had forgiven Mr. Wang and had not pursued his subsequent responsibilities, there would have been no such thing as eighty strokes of the cane.

Wen Meijiu had only known the Liu family for a short time, and she could not guarantee that the Liu family would not suddenly betray them in the face of the county magistrate's plea, nor could she place her bet on others.

With a slight curl of his lips, Wen Meijiu said softly:

"Do you think that eighty strokes of the cane was just a random number the county magistrate said?

Even if the Liu family forgives your master, I still have grievances to redress. Otherwise, I will strike while the iron is hot and go too..."

The housekeeper was instantly enlightened. This eighty was the number that his master had bet with the girl in front of him. If the girl got excited and sued his master again, no matter who was right, the county magistrate was currently angry...

"Wait a minute, girl. Wait a minute. I'm going to help my master."

Mr. Liu wanted to cry but had no tears at this moment. He slumped on the ground with a dull look in his eyes, not knowing whether he was laughing or crying.

He never expected that his "nephew" would be so humble for him.

Should he be grateful or angry?