"God damn it, you can't continue the family line for the rest of your life. Isn't this a curse to male infertility?"
"It may be that I don't do it."
Everyone's attention was gradually diverted by Manshu, and they were no longer so indignant.
The onlookers all laughed, and the old man almost stopped crying.
However, these people smiled and heard the deep meaning in Manshu's words.
Is she saying that this young man is telling lies?
That's why he was cursed to tell the truth all his life?
Everyone's eyes were focused on Manshu.
Now it depends on how she will argue.
"Little girl, don't worry. If it's really not you who hit him, we will definitely make the decision for you. But if it's really you, don't bully the old man. It won't be easy for the uncle to watch."
One of the middle-aged men still felt compassion for the old man.
The old man looked old, with an unkempt beard and a little blood on his forehead, which was not a new injury. He was holding a half-white handkerchief.
Wearing khaki clothes, he looked like an old man from that era.
There were several patches on the clothes, and the stitches of the patches were not very fine. It was obvious that either the person who applied the patches had poor stitching skills, or his eyesight was not very good.
Such old people can more or less win everyone's sympathy and remind them of their ancestors.
The middle-aged man just thought of his father. His father was dead and was just an ordinary country farmer.
For so many years, my clothes have been mended and mended, and I have never had a good day.
Even if his son has a future, he is unwilling to leave his hometown.
Manshu nodded, knowing that they were not in the same group.
So, she turned to look at the aunt who spoke at the beginning: "You said that the thing broken on the ground is my uncle's family heirloom. How do you know it is a family heirloom?"
The aunt's face changed slightly, of course because...
"This old man is very precious, and now he's crying so hard. If it's not a family heirloom, what could it be?"
After a moment of panic, the aunt found her words.
"Then you have a pretty good imagination."
"You said this treasure of his is called the crane to pray for birthdays?" Manshu asked again.
"Yes." The aunt was confused, not knowing what Manshu meant by asking this question.
"How do you know it's a crane celebrating your birthday? Have you seen it before? We can't tell what its shape is from this pile of broken jade. It's even impossible to accurately tell its elegant name."
When Manshu asked, the aunt's eyes dodge a little.
The little girl is so awesome, they seem to have found the wrong person this time.
"This...I..."
The aunt was asked.
Yes, how did she know what was broken?
The young man from before was still clever and immediately reminded: "Didn't the uncle just say it himself? He said that his crane fell down to celebrate his birthday."
The aunt's eyes lit up: "Yes, the uncle just shouted it himself, I heard it, my ears are very good."
"Your ears are really good. What he just shouted was the hometown dialect, right? It had an accent, and I couldn't hear it clearly. Auntie, are you also a local?"
The aunt just now spoke Mandarin.
"Of course, I'm local."
Auntie insisted.
Manshu stared at her for a while: "Okay, then the last question."
When she finished speaking, her aunt let out a sigh of relief.
Very funny.
As if to say, there is only one last question left.
Everyone can see something fishy in her expression.