The Herbal Scents of Farm Life
Chapter 1651: Dare to... Dare to...

Chapter 1651: Chapter 1651: Dare to... Dare to...

How could she admit it? It was definitely unacceptable.

Otherwise, once this got out, who knows what people would say—they might claim that she and her grandson Huzi were responsible for the old master’s death!

"Still saying there’s nothing?"

Shan’er’s mother was almost laughed angry.

"Huzi’s mother, do you even have a conscience? Do you realize that it’s because you took that red orb that our county is suffering from this hailstorm? And you still want to hide the red orb!

Do you want to cause the death of everyone in our entire county before you feel at ease?"

"I..."

"What?!"

Two voices rang out at the same time.

The man who had just arrived behind Huzi’s mother was shocked to hear what Shan’er’s mother said.

"Shan’er’s mother, what are you saying? What has Huzi done wrong again?"

"Huzi’s father, your son Huzi he..."

"Master of the house, don’t listen to their nonsense. Huzi has been well-behaved recently. Have you not seen him? What bad thing could he have possibly done?"

Before Shan’er’s mother could finish her sentence, Huzi’s mother’s voice started to rise urgently. She interrupted Shan’er’s words because she didn’t want anyone to speak nonsense about her husband.

"You shut up!"

Huzi’s father snapped coldly at his wife.

He found it strange. His son Huzi used to be such a mischievous and troublesome child.

But these days, he was incredibly quiet at home. Not to mention going out—just seeing his own father, he scurried away like a mouse that has seen a cat and hurried into his room to hide.

Could this be normal?

"I..."

Huzi’s mother shrank back, pursing her lips.

"Shan’er’s mother, what exactly did my Huzi do?" Huzi’s father glared at his wife again, then turned to Shan’er’s mother and asked.

"Since you are asking me to tell, then I will just..."

"Let me say it."

Just as Shan’er’s mother was about to speak, she was interrupted by her own husband.

"Huzi’s father, this time, you really did a terrible thing."

Shan’er’s father sighed deeply as he looked at Huzi’s father.

"My son Shan told me that the day before the hailstorm plagued our county, he saw Huzi enter the temple, and he even crawled into the divine cave and took out a red pearl to play with..."

"What?!"

Huzi’s father was so startled by this revelation he nearly jumped on the spot.

"That rascal actually dared to go into the temple, and he dared... he dared..."

He couldn’t even bring himself to finish the sentence. Was that divine cave a place for a child to crawl into? And to take something out of it?

Was the item from the divine cave something you could just take out and play with?

"You knew about all these things that Huzi did?"

He looked down at his wife beside him, his eyes hiding a raging fury, seemingly on the verge of eruption.

"I... I..."

Huzi’s mother was guilt-stricken and, bowing her head, dared not speak.

"Huzi’s father, this young lady was invited from the Wuzhu Teahouse. She says that the hailstorm might very well have been caused by things taken from the divine cave."

Shan’er’s father introduced them to Lin Caisang, who had been standing outside, silent all along.

Standing under the gate, they couldn’t sense anything different about Lin Caisang, so they had always assumed she was just an ordinary person.

They could never have guessed, that such a young lady could be from the Wuzhu Teahouse.