Rebirth of a Husband and Family

Daya Village is not big, and the two children walked more than half of the whole village talking and laughing.

When he walked near the ancestral hall, Tong Qian was a little dazed: "Why are there so many people around there?"

He stood on a nearby tree stump and looked into the distance.

Many familiar faces gathered around, standing in the middle...his mother!

"mom?"

Tong Qian was startled, what the hell did the villagers do again?

When he came down and told Zhou Mingyan about the situation, he would understand roughly what happened as soon as he turned his head.

He looked at the ignorant Tong Qian beside him, and narrowed his eyes.

It is also time to settle the previous accounts.

On the grounds in front of the shrine.

Facing the crowd proudly, Wang Pingping said loudly, "It's absolutely impossible."

It was rare for the village chief to be rejected so bluntly, and his face was a little embarrassed for a while.

"Pingping, you may have misunderstood me," the village head explained, "You and Weilong are a family, and everyone in the village is also a family. It's better to make money together, and work together when it's difficult. It's better than working alone. Fighting is better."

Wang Pingping looked indifferent: "Tong Weilong and I are not in the same family. I want to divorce him."

The crowd immediately became noisy.

Rumors of divorce were rampant, but they didn't see Wang Pingping's actual actions and still lived in the village, so they thought it was an angry talk.

But now that Wang Pingping said she wanted to divorce in front of so many people, she was literally slapping Tong Weilong in the face.

Tong Weilong's face turned blue.

His sister Tong Dafeng contacted him suddenly, wanting him to persuade Wang Pingping to hand over the secrets of running the business, but Tong Weilong flatly refused.

He lost such a big person last time, anyway, he didn't want to see Wang Pingping's family again.

But Tong Dafeng couldn't hold back his patient analysis, and assured him that as long as Wang Pingping handed over the business plan, the villagers would remember his kindness and be grateful to him in the future, and no one would mention the things before. Everyone envies successful elites.

Returning home in good clothes is probably the lingering glory in the heart of every man born in poverty.

Children are especially dragons.

In his dreams, he hopes that one day he will walk in Daya Village, with the village chief leading the way and the villagers lining the road to welcome him.

Even just imagining it was enough for him to wake up from his dream with a smile.

After confirming the authenticity of the news, Tong Weilong came back.

In order to persuade Wang Pingping, he also made a detailed plan with the elders including the village head.

However, it was a bad start, and Wang Pingping didn't even want to hear their next nonsense, so she vetoed it.

He said with a dark face, "I don't agree to the divorce, do you dare to leave?"

Wang Pingping's face turned pale, and disgust could not help showing in her eyes.

This man who had lived with her for more than ten years now made her want to vomit when she saw it.

Seeing that the pair of enemies were about to quarrel again, Tong Dafeng, who had planned all this, stopped him immediately.

"It's easy for a woman to make a little money in this world, but if something happens, she will have to fetch water from a bamboo basket in the end."

The others nodded approvingly.

They were envious of the huge profits of the rice ball stall, but they did not expect to catch up with a food poisoning and lost money, so they united with the villagers to put pressure on Wang Pingping.

The third grandpa's family didn't know it beforehand, and only after listening to the ins and outs did they realize that the villagers were trying to bully the few.

The third grandfather has been upright all his life, not to mention Wang Pingping's life-saving grace to him, even if it was just an ordinary woman who was bullied, he would not be able to sit idly by.

"What's right! All of you, you don't want to work hard, you only care about others! Wang Pingping's ability to make money is her own ability. If you want money, you can make it yourself!"

He had a high seniority and a bad temper, and when he choked up, none of the juniors present dared to refute.

Tong Weiguo was still on the sidelines: "My dad is right!"

In the end, it was the nephew who signaled his uncle, the village head, to come out with his eyes.

The village chief scolded the old man for being uninterested, and said with a kind smile: "Of course I have to make money by myself, but I have to have no one to hold me back. If Wang Pingping hadn't told people everywhere that the rice balls in our village were not good, I would have It’s not going to be where it is today.”

The implication is that Wang Pingping should bear the price of her previous nonsense.

"But the village chief's grandpa, the principal taught us to be honest. Didn't the third grandpa end up in the hospital because he ate bad rice balls?"

Tong Qian's innocent voice sounded.

Aunt Tong Dafeng's stomach twitched, it was this dead child again.

The third grandfather nodded in agreement, and kept glancing at his cousin who was hiding behind the village head.

After the food poisoning at that time, this ungrateful bastard did not intend to take responsibility, and the sons and daughters were so angry that they asked someone to set up a mess.

The two sides were deadlocked, and finally the village chief came forward to mediate and asked his cousin to apologize. For the sake of the village chief, the third grandfather didn't care about anything, but he kept the grudge in his heart.

Tong Qian jumped over and held his mother's hand, trying to rescue her from the predicament in front of her.

"Mom, go home and cook, I'm hungry."

Tong Dafeng smiled but didn't smile: "Tong Qian, didn't you fall into the water? Why, your illness has recovered?"

Tong Weilong said in surprise: "The baby fell into the water? When did it happen?"

At this moment, even the villagers who were trying their best to squeeze the oil out of Wang Pingping were speechless.

Your son fell into the water and nearly drowned, but you, as a father, didn't know about it. No wonder Wang Pingping wants to divorce. It doesn't matter whether she has a husband or not.

Tong Qian raised his face: "Oh, it happened a long time ago, and it's gone now."

He dropped the bombshell lightly: "It's just that the person who pushed me into the water hasn't been caught yet."

"Push, push you into the water?!"

Except for a few who knew, everyone was blinded.

It turns out that Tong Qian fell into the water not by mistake but by someone pushing him down?

So... isn't that murder?

Zhou Mingyan observed calmly, and soon discovered that there was a person with a particularly different expression.

Even Wang Pingping was stunned. She turned around abruptly, grabbed Tong Qian's shoulder, and said excitedly, "Baby, do you know who pushed you into the water?"

Tong Qian cast his eyes on Zhou Mingyan for help.

The boy stood on tiptoe and said something to Tong Weiguo, and then said with confidence: "Of course he knows."

Everyone's eager eyes focused on this unfamiliar young man.

When Tong Qian said this, he just wanted to divert his mother's attention, but Zhou Mingyan was so smart that he guessed who the murderer was in just a short moment, and couldn't help but look at him with admiration.

Zhou Mingyan enjoyed Tong Qian's admiration calmly for a while, and then smiled slightly: "The murderer who pushed you is a person from the village."

As soon as these words came out, everyone was startled and terrified. An uncle directly threatened Zhou Mingyan: "Boy, tell us quickly, or you will be treated as nonsense!"

Zhou Mingyan only stared at someone with a panicked face.

"You should also know who did it, Aunt Sun Xiaolan?"