Farmhouse Green Plum

Chapter 297 Fraud

“Death is the greatest thing. Normally, the person is gone and we shouldn’t say anything bad about him, but Zhijie really took his own life!

Alas, in all my life, the old man has never seen anyone who doesn’t take his life seriously like him.

Everyone knows that when one is injured one has to eat lighter meals. But he was so good that as soon as he got home that evening, he asked his wife to stew the chicken and even insisted on adding spicy ingredients such as peppercorns and ginger.

His wife tried to persuade him, and even asked the village chief and his brother to persuade him. He verbally agreed, but as soon as the others left, he scolded his wife and threatened her to add seasoning..."

Song Ying quickly pricked up his ears and pieced together from the villagers' chatter what happened after Fang's family returned home.

That night, the village chief and brother-in-law were invited by Mrs. Fang to persuade Han Zhijie to stop drinking. The next morning, Han Zhijie asked to drink. Mrs. Fang had no choice but to invite the village chief and brother-in-law to persuade him again.

On the third day, which was this morning, when Madam Fang tried to persuade him again, she was slapped by Han Zhijie. When she went to fetch water, she passed by a house and was seen by the relatives of that family, who pulled her aside for questioning.

At first, Mrs. Fang hesitated and refused to say anything. Later, as there were many people fetching water in the morning, many people surrounded her and asked questions, criticizing Han Zhijie.

Madam Fang couldn't help crying in public, lamenting her miserable life. Everyone comforted her and persuaded her.

With the villagers' enthusiastic comfort, Mrs. Fang finally stopped crying. After chatting for a while, she went to the well to fetch some water and carried it back.

Not long after, the villagers heard her anxiously shouting that Han Zhijie had a high fever and his whole body was burning hot, and there was an almost empty wine gourd on the floor of the house.

Everyone rushed to help. They sent someone to the county town to invite them, while using cold towels to reduce Han Zhijie's fever. Unfortunately, he could not be saved.

After piecing together the information, Song Ying felt that things were becoming increasingly difficult. Since he had asked the village chief and Han Zhijie's brother to persuade him, it could be proved that it was indeed Han Zhijie who did not abstain from food.

Madam Fang is too good at saving face. I'm afraid that if she now suggests that there is something fishy about Han Zhijie's death, the villagers will not believe it.

Song Ying calmed himself down and analyzed the situation carefully. Han Zhijie was unable to move, so could it be that Madam Fang pretended to succumb to Han Zhijie's threats and gave him the wine? Then she came out under the pretext of fetching water, and then let people see the slap marks on her face, and then cried and asked for comfort.

In this case, it is reasonable that Han Zhijie's high fever was not discovered in time.

However, there is a limit to how much time can be delayed. The alcohol in the stomach needs time to work on the injured area. Can the fever get so high so quickly?

She thought about the problem from Madam Fang's perspective. Han Zhijie was found in the clinic and rescued in time, so to ensure that everything would be safe, the longer Han Zhijie's high fever lasted, the better.

She just went out to fetch some water. No matter how much she delayed, it wouldn't take long.

Could it be that Han Zhijie had a high fever last night? Did he drink alcohol last night?

Song Ying pondered and turned to look at Madam Fang. She saw an old lady running over and saying something to her. Madam Fang forced herself to stand up, wiped the tears from her face, forced a smile at the women who were comforting her, and went to the bedroom, probably to get something.

Lin Wenxuan pursed his lips and lowered his voice, "Shall we follow and see?"

Song Ying nodded, perhaps this was their only chance to enter the bedroom.

They are guests and will go to the village chief's house to rest after the meal. They don't need to stay to keep vigil. Later, Madam Fang may not need to go back to the house to get things.

As soon as the two stood up, an old man next to them asked with concern, "Two young doctors, is the fire not hot enough? Is it cold?"

The two brothers and sisters: "..."

For the first time, Song Ying discovered that being treated as a distinguished guest was not a good thing, as his every move was being watched.

Song Ying touched his legs and said awkwardly, "It's a bit hot in the front and cold in the back. We want to sit in a different position."

The old man was very concerned. "Okay, then you sit with your backs to the fire. If it's hot, move the stool further away."

Changing his position, Lin Wenxuan looked at the Han family bedroom across the street and felt very disappointed. "What should I do now?"

Originally they just wanted to go over there to see if there was a chance to sneak in, but now, they can't even leave here.

Song Ying thought about it and whispered to Lin Wenxuan, "I'll try to trick her."

"Fraud?" Lin Wenxuan was confused.

"Well, didn't Master use tricks to trick her into thinking she was guilty before confirming that it was she who tampered with the medicine?"

Soon, Madam Fang came out with two bags of sugar and walked towards the kitchen.

Song Ying thought about it, and simply said in a low voice that people nearby could hear, "I want to go to the toilet."

Then, without waiting for the enthusiastic uncles to speak, he got up and ran away.

Because she was a girl, the uncles didn't want to stop her and tell her where the toilet was.

Song Ying found the right time and walked through the crowd. After Fang handed the sugar to the aunt, she rushed over and blocked Fang's way. She blushed and said, "Sister Fang, I want to go to the toilet. Where is your toilet?"

Madam Fang was startled by her sudden appearance. She calmed down before pointing to the back of the kitchen and said, "That's it."

"Sister Fang, I'm...afraid of the dark. Can you go with me?"

Madam Fang nodded in agreement without thinking, went to get an oil lamp, and took Song Ying to the toilet.

As he walked, he did not forget to express his gratitude to them, "I am really sorry to trouble you to come here today. The consultation fee will be calculated as usual. When I have more money in the future, I will pay you back."

"I'll tell my uncle."

The toilet was just behind the kitchen. It was time to finish these two sentences. Madam Fang handed the oil lamp to Song Ying and said, "Go in. I'll wait for you here. If you're still scared, talk to me."

Song Ying didn't answer, but asked: "Sister Fang, aren't you afraid standing outside?"

She pointed in the direction of the mourning hall and said, "I heard that people who died unjustly have a lot of resentment and will become evil spirits to seek revenge on those who hurt them."

Madam Fang's expression froze for a moment. "Doctor Xiao Song, what do you mean by that?"

Song Ying stared into her eyes and said slowly, "Don't you know what I mean best? How did your husband die?"

Madam Fang licked her dry lips and said, "You have been here for a while now. You should have heard from the uncles and aunts in the village that my husband drank alcohol secretly while I was out fetching water this morning, and he caught a fever because he did not control his diet..."

Song Ying interrupted her with a sneer, "You went out to fetch water for a short while, and the wine you drank caused a fever so quickly? Was it wine or poison that he drank?"

In fact, Song Ying had no way of determining how long it would take to develop a high fever after drinking alcohol, as this depended on each person's constitution and the condition of their injuries.

More than a day had passed, and even Doctor Ma couldn't determine how long it would take Han Zhijie to develop a high fever after drinking.