It's bad! The cub raised in the space met the prince and called him daddy

When dawn broke, the dark fire was finally put out and the wind stopped.

Uncle Shen stood in the ruins, his face covered in dust and tears streaming down his face. He felt so sad because all this was hard-earned money!

"Dad, please take a rest and don't be sad. We are lucky that my little sister didn't move in, right?!"

Shen Wendong, whose body was as black as charcoal, suppressed his uncomfortable mood and tried to persuade his father instead.

*

At this time, the old patriarch, who was covered in mud, was not much better. He sighed and slowly walked over, patted Uncle Shen on the shoulder and comforted him:

"Dazhu! Fortunately, no one was hurt this time. Otherwise, the matter would have become a big deal."

"Old Patriarch, this is not an accident. I checked and found that this was arson. Can you send someone to report to the government?"

"What? Arson? Who is it? Who dares to do such a bold thing?"

The old patriarch was surprised.

"Old Patriarch! I agree with Brother Dazhu's judgment. I arrived first and smelled the tung oil first! If it wasn't arson, what could it be? Damn it!"

An old man in the village whose face was covered in black dust from fighting a fire started cursing angrily.

The villagers, who had just put out the fire and had gathered together exhausted, opened their mouths wide when they heard this, and showed the same surprised expressions as the old patriarch.

I thought it was an accident, but it turned out not to be that simple.

*

They looked at each other in confusion, and then they saw Uncle Shen stride towards a corner of the room, bend down and pick up a black object that they couldn't make out what it was.

"Old Patriarch! Look, Uncle Dazhu has found evidence."

A young man who was also covered in dust and dirt shouted loudly and followed Uncle Shen to the old patriarch.

Uncle Shen held up a burnt pot that he had wiped off the mud on, and said solemnly:

"Old Patriarch, look here is the evidence. We farmers all like to use jars like this to store tung oil.

Because I was in charge of building the house, I would check the site before leaving every day and I was familiar with every place.

I will not allow such dangerous jars to appear in the new house."

"Yes, that makes sense. I agree."

The old patriarch nodded.

"Old Patriarch, forgive me for my guess, but I think it is most likely that someone from our village committed the crime. And it is someone who cannot bear to see my family doing well."

"What? Still from our village?"

Some villagers were so shocked that they lost their composure. Arson is equivalent to murder. Who has the guts to do that? They looked at each other in bewilderment.

*

The old patriarch thought for a moment without hesitation, and instructed Shen Wendong, who was standing beside Uncle Shen and panting,

"Wendong, you are familiar with the county, go to the government office and report to the authorities. Ride my mule."

"Yes, yes, old patriarch. I will report to the authorities right away."

Shen Wendong patted his dirty clothes and ran away.

**

At this time, a woman standing on the side of the road shouted.

"Look, Qingge girl is coming."

The crowd made way for a path.

Fang Qingge walked over slowly with the support of Aunt Yu and Xiumei.

As he got closer, Fang Qingge could see clearly what a terrible state his house had become.

The roof beams had collapsed, leaving a mess everywhere. The air was still filled with choking smoke. Her tears began to fall uncontrollably again. She clenched her fists.

"Qingge girl, don't be too sad. If the house is gone, you can build another one. As long as the people are okay, it's fine."

The trembling old patriarch could only try his best to comfort her with pale and weak words.

Aunt Yu, who was deeply distressed, immediately cursed loudly:

"Who the hell is this..."

"Mom, don't cry. The bad guys can't get away."

Fang Qingge wiped the tears from her face with her hands and held Aunt Yu's hand tightly.

*

She took a few steps forward, bowed to the old patriarch and said in a neither humble nor arrogant manner,

"Old Patriarch, I heard what you said just now, and I agree with my father's point of view. If there is no fuel, the fire will not burn so big for no reason, not to mention that it just rained heavily.

Please give justice to the arsonist. Don’t let him off easily.”

"Don't worry, girl! I have asked your elder brother to report to the police."

Just as the old patriarch finished speaking in a serious tone, a few loud cries were heard not far away.

"Old Patriarch, please help us! Our house has been burned down too!"

"Old Patriarch, there's also my family. This black-hearted person! He kept throwing flames into the firewood pile, and half of my house was burned down!"

"Old Patriarch, and my family, too. They want us to be unable to survive!"

As the sound got closer, several villagers, who were in a very bad state due to the smoke and fire, were seen running down the muddy path with the sound of "thump thump thump", dragging their torn shoes.

Fang Qingge's new house was burned down, and the neighbors were also affected. Fortunately, there were people at home who managed to save half of the house.

The already impoverished families suffered from this fire, and several of them were heartbroken.

Uncle Shen saw several people running over, and hurriedly stepped forward to support an old man in his sixties, and asked anxiously,

"Uncle San, is anyone injured at home?"

The old man was so emotional that his lips trembled and he could no longer speak.

"Brother Dazhu, luckily we found it early and no one was hurt. But... but half of my house is uninhabitable.

And all the firewood that my family had worked so hard to save for the winter was burned to ashes. Oh! Life is hard, how can we survive!"

A middle-aged man took over the conversation with a sad face.

"Yeah! Who the hell did this?"

After the few people with crying voices finished speaking angrily, they began to sob and couldn't stop crying.

All the villagers at the scene shed tears together.

Families were not well-off to begin with, and the weather was getting colder. If the house that provided shelter from the wind and rain collapsed, and the firewood they relied on to keep warm in the winter was gone, how could they survive the harsh winter?

*

The old patriarch looked up at the mess everywhere, sighed sadly and helplessly, and said in a trembling voice:

"Fellow villagers, please be quiet. The new house of Dazhu's daughter and the houses of Lao San and his family were burned down. Is it an accident or a man-made thing? We have to wait for the government to give a result before we can investigate the responsibility.

Dazhu just found evidence and guessed that it might be man-made. I also believe in his judgment.

Therefore, everyone in Qinghe Village is suspected of arson. No one is allowed to leave. We must supervise each other and wait for the officials in the government to find the real culprit. "

**