sjar Chapter 360 Someone was killed
Chapter 360 Someone was killed
"How can you conclude that our sweet potatoes are poisonous?" Xiuying looked serious and spoke in a firm tone. She walked out of the crowd with the pomegranate in a dignified manner.
When Zheng Sanmao and his wife saw Xiuying, the expressions on their faces instantly became even uglier. They frowned and became a little impatient. They shouted, "What's it got to do with you? What does a woman know!" Their eyes were full of contempt and disdain.
Seeing this, Wang Dali immediately stepped forward, stood in front of Xiuying, glared at her, and shouted: "Watch your words! This lady is our boss, how can you be so rude!" Wang Dali was tall and imposing, which made Zheng Sanmao and his wife feel afraid.
Zheng Sanmao and his wife looked at each other, and it took them a long time to come back to their senses.
Then, like a lit firecracker, they shouted excitedly: "You are so heartless! You actually sell poisonous food! I was wondering why there is such a cheap sweet potato flour in this famine year, it turns out it is poisonous!"
His wife also joined in, with her hands on her hips, shouting at the top of her voice: "You black-hearted businessmen, who do whatever it takes to make money, have killed my old man! You will not die a good death!" Her voice was sharp and piercing, full of resentment and curses, making the atmosphere around them even more tense.
Guihua and Lamei were filled with panic. They hurried to Xiuying's side. Guihua grabbed Xiuying's sleeve tightly and cried, "Mom, what should we do?" Lamei was also stamping her feet anxiously, tears welling up in her eyes. She said in a trembling voice, "Mom, someone's dead. What should we do?"
Xiuying looked calm. She gently patted Guihua and Lamei's hands and said softly, "Don't worry, children. Don't panic. Mother will find a way to handle this matter."
"You're going to pay with your lives! In my opinion, we're going to smash this sweet potato shop!" Zheng Sanmao's wife yelled like a tantrum and waved her arms. Her crazy look was terrifying.
Xiuying took a step forward calmly and said loudly, "Wait!" Her voice was crisp and powerful, instantly quieting the noisy scene.
Xiuying's lips curled up slightly, and she stared at Zheng Sanmao with eyes that were like two sharp swords, piercing straight into Zheng Sanmao's heart. Zheng Sanmao couldn't help but shudder, feeling a chill rising from the soles of his feet and quickly spreading throughout his body.
Xiuying said slowly: "How do you know that the sweet potato flour in my house is poisonous? Also, how do you know that your father was poisoned after eating the sweet potato flour in my house? You must provide evidence for everything and you cannot slander people at will!" Her eyes were sharp.
Zheng Sanmao's wife looked at Zheng Sanmao sideways, put her hands on her hips, and shouted: "What are you looking at! What evidence do you want? Isn't the person lying here clearly? This is a life!" Her voice was sharp and piercing, like a whistle that cuts through the sky, and the flesh on her face kept shaking with anger.
"He died of poisoning after eating the sweet potato flour you sold! Is there any need to say more? You heartless people make money from this kind of dirty tricks, kill people and still want to deny it!" She yelled and cursed, pointing at Xiuying and others, spit flying everywhere, and she fell into a state of near madness. The people around her were frightened by her fierce appearance and dared not say a word.
Xiuying just glanced at Zheng Sanmao's wife calmly, her eyes cold and without any ripples.
"You said your father-in-law was poisoned after eating our sweet potato flour, then why weren't you poisoned? So many people in the city weren't poisoned?" Xiuying's voice was unhurried, but with an invisible pressure. She stared at the woman with burning eyes, as if she wanted to see through her thoughts.
When the woman heard this, her eyes instantly became flustered. She unconsciously avoided Xiuying's gaze and stammered, "I...how do I know? Maybe the poison just hasn't taken effect yet." Her voice was obviously lacking in confidence. She kept rubbing the corners of her clothes with her hands, and fine beads of sweat appeared on her forehead.
Many of the onlookers came to buy sweet potato noodles regularly, and at this moment they were whispering and talking among themselves.
A middle-aged man in coarse clothes said loudly: "My family has been eating it for more than half a month, and nothing has happened. The whole family is fine!" As he spoke, he patted his chest, his face full of confidence.
A woman holding a child nearby also echoed: "It's the same at my house. We eat it every day. If it was poisonous, we would have been in trouble long ago." She gently coaxed the child in her arms, who was a little frightened by the noise, her brows furrowed, full of doubts.
At this time, another old man said worriedly: "Could it be a chronic poison? Just because it hasn't taken effect now doesn't mean it will be fine in the future." His words made the crowd, which had just calmed down a little, fall into new panic and suspicion.
At this moment, a group of yamen runners in uniform, armed with sticks, came over in neat steps. They all had serious expressions and stood tall, with an inviolable majesty.
Seeing this, Zheng Sanmao and his wife ran over and knelt down as if they had grabbed a life-saving straw.
Zheng Sanmao kept knocking his head and cried out in a tearful voice: "Sir, please help us! The sweet potato flour in her family has killed people. It's poisonous!" His forehead banged against the ground, making a loud noise and raising a cloud of dust.
His daughter-in-law also cried and complained, "Sir, you must seek justice for us! My father-in-law was poisoned to death by their sweet potato powder. How can we live?" She cried bitterly with snot and snot, and grabbed the corner of the yamen runner's clothes and refused to let go.
Xiuying looked at the group of yamen runners calmly, and quickly searched the crowd, but did not see the familiar face. Captain Zhang must have followed Lord Wu to Pingyang County.
Her gaze returned to the yamen runners, and she frowned slightly, a sense of worry welling up in her heart. Each of them had a stern look on their faces, their eyes gleaming with greed and cunning. Their demeanor suggested they had ill intentions, perhaps harboring ill intentions. Xiuying's fingers unconsciously tightened around the corner of her clothes, her mind racing, pondering a response.
"Are you the owner of this store?" The leading yamen runner narrowed his eyes slightly, with a serious face, and walked straight towards Xiuying with big strides, his eyes full of caution and scrutiny.
Xiuying bowed calmly and said in a calm and firm tone: "Yes, sir. I am indeed the owner of this sweet potato shop. But the sweet potato flour in the shop does not belong to me alone. It is grown by all the villagers of Futian Village with great effort, and everyone in our village eats it." She raised her head and looked at the yamen runner calmly, without any fear or avoidance in her eyes.