She doesn't want to pretend anymore

"Hahaha, this little girl is really good at talking."

"God damn it, I can't have children for my whole life. Isn't this a curse for male infertility?"

"It could also be impotence."

Everyone's attention was gradually diverted to Manshu, and they were not so indignant anymore.

The onlookers were all laughing, but the old man almost burst into tears.

However, these people smiled and understood the deeper meaning of Mansu's words.

Is she saying that this young man is telling lies?

So that's why you cursed him to tell the truth for the rest of his life?

Everyone's eyes were focused on Manshu.

Now it depends on how she argues.

"Little girl, don't worry. If it really wasn't you who hit him, we will definitely take care of it for you. But if it was you, don't bully the old man. It's not easy for him to see this."

One of the middle-aged men still felt sympathy for the old man.

The old man looked elderly, with untidy beard and a little blood on his forehead, not a new wound. He was holding a half-white handkerchief.

He was wearing a khaki shirt and looked like an old man from that era.

There are several patches on the clothes, and the stitches on the patches are not very fine. It can be seen that either the person who made the patches has poor sewing skills or his eyesight is not very good.

Such elderly people can more or less win everyone's sympathy and remind them of their ancestors.

The middle-aged man was thinking of his father, who had passed away and was just an ordinary country farmer.

For so many years, I have been mending my clothes and have never had a good day.

Even though his son has become successful, he is reluctant to leave his hometown.

Manshu nodded, realizing that they were not from the same group.

So, she turned to look at the aunt who spoke at the beginning: "You said that the broken things on the ground are the heirlooms of the uncle. How do you know it is a heirloom?"

The aunt's face changed slightly, of course it was because...

"This old man treasures it very much, and now he is crying so miserably, if it's not someone's heirloom, what else could it be?"

After a moment of panic, the aunt found the words.

"You have a good imagination, then."

"You said his treasure is called the Immortal Crane Paying Homage to the Elder?" Manshu asked again.

"Yes." The aunt was confused and didn't know what Manshu meant by asking this question.

"How do you know it's a crane paying respects to a birthday? Have you seen it before? We can't tell what shape it is from this pile of broken jade. It's even more impossible to accurately tell its elegant name."

When Manshu asked this question, the aunt's eyes became evasive.

The little girl is so amazing, it seems they have chosen the wrong target this time.

"This...I..."

The aunt was stumped by the question.

Yeah, how did she know what was broken?

It was the young man who was smart and reminded immediately: "Didn't the old man just say that? He said his crane fell down."

The aunt's eyes lit up: "Yes, the old man just shouted it out, I heard it, I have very sharp ears."

"You have really good ears. He just shouted in his hometown dialect, right? With an accent, I couldn't hear it clearly. Auntie, are you also a local?"

The lady just now spoke Mandarin.

"Of course, I'm local."

The aunt insisted.

Manshu stared at her for a while and said, "Okay, then one last question."

Before she finished speaking, she saw the aunt heaved a sigh of relief.

Very funny.

It's as if to say, finally there's only one last question left.

Anyone could tell there was something fishy from her expression.