Ying Bao stepped forward and stretched out her hand to the boy: "Give me the needle, I want to prick it myself."
The boy glanced at Liu Lin and saw him nodding, so he handed the thick steel needle in his hand to the girl.
Yingbao bared her teeth and pricked herself with a needle, dripping her own blood into the first and third bowls. Then she took out the little black dog from her pocket and pricked a needle into its paw. Regardless of its whining protests, she dripped some blood.
A drop of blood is in the second bowl.
In everyone's surprised eyes, he dragged his father to the third bowl, gave him a needle, and let the blood from his middle finger drip into the third bowl.
Everyone was simply stunned.
The middle-aged man surnamed Liu's face was ashen, but he still stretched his head to see the blood drops in the three bowls of water.
As expected, the blood in the three bowls fused together.
Chen Laoshuan laughed loudly, pointed at the first bowl and shouted: "This female doll is indeed my Chen family's child! As a high official in the Ming Dynasty, Han is not guilty! She took away her own child, she is not guilty, please
The high officials released the Han family."
Everyone listening to the trial outside looked at each other.
Ying Bao looked at him like a fool: "Why don't you look at the other two bowls of blood? Could it be that my Xiao Hei is also related to Chen Changping by blood? And the bowl my father dropped is also my blood.
It’s integrated.”
Chen Laoshuan was dumbfounded, "What?" He looked over and saw that the blood in the other two bowls was fused together, and his face turned dark immediately.
Wu Shi came over to check in person and nodded when he saw this: "It is true that they are all integrated. Are you all related by blood?"
Liu Lin grimaced and looked at Ying Bao with squinted eyes: "Little baby, do you know what you are doing?"
"You know, didn't you want a drop of blood to identify relatives? What's wrong? The bowl was brought by the villagers, and the water in the bowl was given by you. I was just testing to see if this drop of blood would work.
." Ying Bao said nonchalantly.
Let the anger of these demons and monsters come against her. As long as her parents and Wu Daozi are not involved, she can bear anything, except that she cannot let the Chen family get their wish.
"Little baby, do you know what wisdom is bound to hurt?" Liu Gonghei said with a stern face: "You are young and have a long time to come, so don't worry about one thing and not the other."
Ying Bao: "Liu Guanren, are you threatening me, a child?" She is not afraid of the threat of Liu. "I am already five years old, so I am not afraid of you!"
Liu Lin's face turned livid with anger, he snorted coldly, stood up and walked away with his sleeves flung away.
Chen Changping and Chen Laoshuan were stunned when they saw Mr. Liu leaving.
Wu Shi asked: "Chen Laoshuan, Chen Changping, are you satisfied with the result of blood recognition?"
Chen Laoshuan shook his head repeatedly: "Sir, I want to bleed again. What I did just now was too ridiculous. I can't count."
Magistrate Wu looked at him coldly: "According to your wishes, only the blood of Jiang Yingbao and your son will be recognized, and the rest will not count? Jiang Sanlang's blood was also fused with Jiang Yingbao just now."
"Yes, yes, how can other people's blood count?" Chen Laoshuan was also flustered.
Magistrate Wu laughed angrily, slapped the crowd in shock, and shouted: "Chen Laoshuan and his son falsely accused a good citizen without any basis or evidence. According to the law, they should be punished in court for forty years. Come on! Pull him down and execute him!" As he said, he handed over the red-tipped stick.
Throw it away.
The yamen officer took the red lottery ticket, dragged Chen Laoshuan and Chen Changping and walked out.
"Master, why are you beating me?" Chen Laoshuan and Chen Changping shouted in fright.
"It's unfair, it's unfair, that child belongs to my Chen family..."
Before they finished speaking, their mouths were already blocked.
The beating took place in the courtyard of the township. Nearly a hundred villagers witnessed the Chen family and his son taking off their pants, exposing their white buttocks, and being slapped forty times.
After the beating, Magistrate Wu ordered Xichen Cunzheng to carry them home and warned them that if they dared to falsely accuse others again, they would be severely punished.
The villagers in East Village cheered and called Mr. Qingtian.
Even the villagers of Xicun clapped along and praised the high official for making decisions for the people and being a good official.
Jiang Sanlang was so happy that he hugged his daughter tightly and almost shed tears.
He was too scared just now, because only he knew that Yingbao was indeed a child of the Chen family.
But what the heck, they won the lawsuit and no one would dare to question Ying Bao's identity in the future.
After Wu Daozi finished the interrogation, he rushed back to the county with a group of scribes and government officials, and ignored the Liu family and the Wei family.
But a few days later, another letter was sent from Fucheng, and Taishou Wang personally approved the release of the Han sisters on bail on the grounds that they were pregnant.
None of these cherry blossoms know.
But one thing made her very happy, that is, the Wei brothers left, taking with them Mr. and Mrs. Chen Laoshuan and sisters Chen Changping, Chen Zhao and Chen Tiantian.
Wei Zhan also came to see Yingbao once, and sincerely wanted to take her back to Fucheng to live a better life, but Da Ni Er Ni and Chu Chu drove her away with big brooms.
In West Village, Chen Laoshuan and Chen Changping were missing. The villagers burned a lot of bamboo joints overnight to celebrate that the scourge was gone.
Ying Bao was also completely relieved.
This plot has finally come to an end, and I will probably have nothing to worry about in the future.
A few months passed in the blink of an eye, and it was almost the Mid-Autumn Festival.
The gourds planted by Yingbao have grown up, and the largest ones are almost as tall as a person. This is all due to the fact that she often waters them with water from the cave pond.
Because the gourds grown by other families in the village did not grow this big, theirs were at most the size of a washbasin.
But even though the basin is as big as a washbasin, the villagers still find it very rare. They pick them off one by one and hang them under the eaves to dry.
Some even collected the gourds they grew and sold them, earning a lot of money. It is said that a stranger once bought two gourds for five taels of silver.
Now the people in the West Village are even more greedy and secretly buy gourd seeds from the people in the East Village.
The people in the East Village were not stingy this time. They took out the gourd seeds and sold them to the people in the West Village for five cents each, making another round of profit for nothing.
"Yingbao, can you give me two of your gourds?" Jiang Quan has been coveting his little cousin's big gourds for a long time, and now he finally waited for them to mature and came to beg for them as soon as possible.
Ying Bao's gourd produced more than thirty fruits in total, three of which were giant and could be used as a bathtub if cut open.
The others are not small either, at least a lot bigger than the people in the village.
"Okay, except for the three biggest ones, you can't take them. You can just pick the rest." Ying Bao waved his hand generously.
"Hey, I'll pick." Jiang Quan rubbed his hands and picked among the many gourds, and finally picked out two strange-shaped gourds, carried them and ran away.
His family also planted more than a dozen gourds, producing dozens of large gourds, but the largest ones were not as big as the smallest ones of his little cousin, so Jiang Quan wanted to compare them to see what was different.
The results of the comparison showed that there were no other differences except that the stems of Yingbao's gourds were thicker.
It seems that the name of Little Fairy Child is indeed true, even the gourds she grows are different from others.
Jiang Quan began to think about how to use his younger cousin's name to build momentum for his business.
He had been preparing to sell gourds at the market for a long time, but recently the villagers also took the gourds to the market to sell, so the gourd business was not very optimistic.
Why don't you just carry the name of your little cousin and sell Fairchild gourds exclusively? In this way, his gourds will be easy to sell.
