There is Room For Abandoned Women In the 1980s

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!"

"You still said it wasn't you?"

Gao Guilan slapped her hard in the face. No matter how big she bullied the small, she bullied her right to the doorstep and almost bankrupted her family overnight!

Can she still spoil her?

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:

"Just beat 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 a fire? She is too scary!

In this kind of windy weather, Zheng Chengbao's family was not the only one to be burned. The people living downwind would also follow the fire and set up camp.

"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, which made him feel scared! 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 was, he still had a place that could withstand wind and rain. If it was really burned, where would he live in the middle of 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. What's the difference?"

"If you say it again 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 Chen Shuli is right. Can a 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 didn't give up. Now they want to frame me. It's unjust!"

Zheng Dakui's face was livid with anger, and he could kill a fly between his brows.

"You fart, who the hell wronged you?"

Zheng Laosan couldn't hold back his violent temper. He opened his mouth and scolded her. It wasn't because his elder brother was dragging him to kick Liu Xiumei to death!

He was so shameless, he almost got caught, and his 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 making excuses? 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, looked coldly at Liu Xiumei, who looked unafraid of death, then looked at the restless villagers, smiled slightly and said.

"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!”