MTL - There is Room For Abandoned Women In the 1980s-Chapter 1109 How come there is such a shameless woman?

Chapter 1109 How can there be such a shameless woman?

The shoes in Zheng Xinyue's hands fit perfectly with the footprints on the ground. She raised her head and shouted excitedly.

Liu Xiumei was ashen after hearing Zheng Xinyue's shout. She shook her body and managed to keep from falling.

"Snapped!"

 “Still saying it’s not you?”

Gao Guilan slapped her hard in the face. She didn’t care how she bullied the small, but this bully reached the doorstep of her house, and her family almost went bankrupt overnight!

 Can she still be spoiled?

Liu Xiumei staggered after being beaten and staggered to sit on the ground, with a trace of blood flowing from the corner of her mouth. She raised her head and looked at Gao Guilan with a sneer:

“Kill me to death! I don’t want to live anyway!”

The people in the village looked at this girl in astonishment, who usually had no sense of existence in their eyes. How dare you do such a thing as setting fire? She is too scary!

In such windy weather, Zheng Chengbao’s family was not the only one who was burned. The families living downwind would also be burned together.

“Really? How can we prove it’s her even if the shoes are almost the same?”

 Chen Shuli still had the big mark of Gao Guilan's slap on her face, and she came over to help Liu Xiumei. As long as it made Gao Guilan feel unhappy, she was willing to do it. The enemy of her enemy was her friend. She understood this truth.

"you shut up!"

Zheng Changshui punched her hard at the side, and he was afraid! His family lives downwind, and even if Zheng Laosan’s house catches fire, he won’t be able to escape!

No matter how poor his family is, he still has a place that can withstand the wind and rain. If it was really burned down, where would he live in the winter? The newly distributed food would be gone, and he would starve to death if he didn't freeze to death, so he hated Liu Xiumei to death. He shared the same hatred with his eldest brother's family and hoped to beat Liu Xiumei to death.

Chen Shuli looked at him aggrievedly:

 “I’m not wrong! I won’t wrongly accuse good people! Our village’s shoes are all made by ourselves, so what’s the difference?”

 “Say that again and I’ll beat you to death!”

Zheng Changshui raised his fist, and Chen Shuli was so frightened that she shrank her neck and stopped talking.

“I think what Chen Shuli said is right. Can one footprint prove that it is Liu Xiumei?”

Relatives of the Liu family in the crowd also came out to refute. As if seeing hope, Liu Xiumei covered her face and began to cry loudly:

“Mom and Dad, you were framed and arrested. The Zheng family hasn’t given up yet. Now they want to frame me. It’s unjust!”

Zheng Dakui's face was so angry that he could kill a fly between his brows.

　　"You fart, who the **** is wronging you?"

Zheng Laosan couldn't hold back his violent temper. He opened his mouth and cursed. It wasn't his elder brother who dragged him and wanted to kick Liu Xiumei to death!

They were so shameless, they almost got caught, and the footprints were all right. Not only did she quibble, but she also wrongfully accused her father of bullying others. How could there be such a shameless woman?

“You bitch, you’ve already been caught and you’re still quibbling? I’ll beat you to death to see if you still keep your words.”

 “Mom, hit her dirty hands, we are not afraid of her quibbles.”

Zheng Xinyue held her mother in her arms and stared at Liu Xiumei, who looked unafraid of death, with cold eyes. Then she looked at the restless villagers and said with a smile.

"The question everyone raised is correct. We all make our own cotton shoes in our village. They look similar, but everyone's stitches are different, and everyone's strength is also different. Some people are wearing new ones made this year. New shoes, some people are wearing old shoes made in the past, so the footprints they step on will not be exactly the same. We might as well try to compare the shoes first. As long as people of the same size can step on the next line of footprints next to the footprints, Let’s speak with facts. Besides, everyone thinks the footprints are far-fetched. There are also torches! There are fingerprints on them. Go to the public security bureau to verify and you will know who it is! Also, there must be someone at home! Are you going out in the middle of the night? No one knows which woman came out in the middle of the night and stood aside, let’s compare it together!”

 (End of this chapter)