I couldn't help but laugh and said, "Even a bitch village can come up with this. Others only curse one family at most, but she cursed the whole village."

"Although insults may be unpleasant to hear, they may not be groundless," said the uncle.

I was curious about how my uncle would help this family, so I didn't say anything else. We drove back to Shanghai and agreed to meet at the Linqiao Detention Center in Shanghai, where I saw the haggard middle-aged woman.

Judging from her appearance, the woman did not look like a rural woman from Northeast China. She was dressed quite fancy and avant-garde. She looked to be in her thirties, much younger than her actual age.

"Who among you is Brother Yu Zhen?" she asked with a forced smile.

"Auntie, please don't call me big brother. There's such a big age difference. Just call me Xiaoyu."

"How can I do that? You came here to save my son. It's only right that I call you brother." As she said that, she took out a red envelope from her pocket and stuffed it into mine.

I quickly declined, saying, "I'm busy and haven't helped yet, so I can't accept the money."

"I'm very grateful that you can come. No matter what, take this 10,000 yuan red envelope. I'll thank you again after the court hearing."

I was about to refuse, but the uncle held my hand and said, "When you ask for money to help someone, we're not afraid of them accepting the money, but we're afraid of them not doing the job. Since you're willing to help this lady, please accept the red envelope, otherwise she'll feel uneasy."

"This big brother is absolutely right. Little big brother, you must accept the red envelope. I'm sorry to bother you this time."

What I was thinking about was that I had received hundreds of thousands of dollars worth of things from the fat man. I was accepting gifts from both sides and making promises from both sides. Who should I follow?

Thinking of this, I said, "This matter isn't just about your family. The injured person is threatening me too. Although I want to help, I also have to consider my own safety. I need to find a win-win solution."

"Sister, can I meet your daughter-in-law? I need to ask her something in person." said the uncle.

"Why are you meeting her?" A trace of anger flashed across the woman's face.

"There are some things I must clarify, sister. She's your daughter-in-law, and her testimony will be crucial if we really go to court. If your relationship with her becomes strained now, it will definitely not be good for your son."

"She ruined my son. He was terribly hurt. I don't know how many men she seduced in the three years we were married. My son used to be a good-tempered man, but he became so irritable because he caught her cheating on him several times."

"If that's the case, why don't they get divorced?" asked the uncle.

"My son is stupid. He was bewitched by that vixen and would never turn back."

The uncle nodded noncommittally and said, "You should find a way to arrange for us to meet your daughter-in-law. This matter must be fundamentally resolved. Otherwise, even if your son is released this time, he will commit crimes again in the future."

The uncle's words made her understand clearly. The woman stopped being angry and called her daughter-in-law.

I originally thought I would need to do some convincing on the woman, but she agreed to meet me immediately and came over right away. Less than ten minutes later, a slender, pretty woman hurried over. Because she was wearing makeup, I didn't recognize her at first. She greeted the woman first, and there was no tension between the two of them as I had imagined. The girl lowered her head and called out, "Mom."

The woman hesitated to speak, and finally sighed and said, "These brothers are here to testify for your husband. They have something to ask you. Tell them the situation. Don't hide anything from them. Tell them everything you have to say. Just think of it as taking pity on me, okay?"

"Mom, judging by what you said, I don't want Xiaobao to be sentenced either. Don't worry, he will be fine."

The girl's attitude was quite good, and she no longer had that expression as if she wanted to shoot her husband immediately as she did in the big bathhouse.

We got in the car to avoid the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law talking about the matter together, which would definitely lead to conflicts. Sitting in the car, the uncle asked: "You definitely don't want your husband to be sentenced, right?"

"Of course, he is my husband after all."

"Girl, I'm going to ask you something that might not be appropriate. You don't have to answer, but this isn't to satisfy my curiosity. I have to know your true thoughts."

"Ask me anything you want."

"Okay, it was indeed you who cheated on me in the public bath that day. You don't deny that, right?"

"I don't deny it, and my mother-in-law must have told you that I have been cheating on my husband continuously in the past few years of marriage. I have been caught in bed by my husband four or five times." She said without any hesitation.

"Do you really want to cheat on your partner?"

The woman hesitated for a long time, but in the end, instead of denying it as I expected, she nodded with a blushing face.

The uncle's expression remained unchanged as he continued to ask, "Every time you come into contact with other men, do you feel guilty towards your husband?"

The woman thought for a moment and said, "I can't really say what my mindset was like when I cheated. When I met those men, I did have desires and wanted to do things with them, but when I saw my husband afterwards, I felt very uncomfortable. I swore more than once that I would never do such a thing again, but when I really met someone, I couldn't control myself."

"Is it you who takes the initiative every time, or the man?" The uncle then added, "You must tell me the truth. Don't hide anything, because this information is very important."

"I..." After thinking for a while, the woman said, "I'm the one who takes the initiative more often. Even if it's not me who takes the initiative, I'll hint at it. As long as he suggests it, I'll accept it."

"One last question, are the women in your family , including your mother, more likely to cheat?"

"Alas! It's not just my family. It seems that all the women in our village are the same as me. The well-off ones go out and become mistresses, while the poor ones go around doing random things. Our village is called Wangjiazhai, and people from the surrounding villages call us the Bitch Village."

The uncle said, "It seems that this is the custom in your place. You have been influenced by it since you were a child, so you don't take it too seriously."

"Maybe. When I was a child, I saw my mother doing that with other men in her room more than once. She didn't shy away from it. I saw it so many times that I didn't think it was a big deal. She just did it for fun. Who doesn't want to indulge themselves? It's just that some women are too reserved to cross the line, but the women in our village can do whatever they want." I even felt that she was a little smug when she said this.

The uncle didn't show any discriminatory reaction or expression. He nodded slightly and said, "Do you have any photos of Wangjiazhai?"

At that time, mobile phones did not have camera functions, but coincidentally, the woman and Xiaobao came to Shanghai for tourism, so they brought a camera, and there were some photos of them taken in Wangjiazhai, so we found a photo processing shop and printed out all the photos. The uncle picked out all the scenery photos of Wangjiazhai, looked at them carefully one by one, and after reading them once, he picked out three and looked at them carefully again. Then he threw the three photos on the seat in the car. Xiaobao's mother was also present at this time.

The scenery in these three photos is the same: a small hill in a roughly spiral shape, behind the hill is a large mountain with spreading and undulating hills, before the hill is a small river, and Wangjiazhai is located in the open space between the mountains and the water.

In the eyes of a "counterfeit" like me, the feng shui layout of this place meets the five requirements of feng shui. It is backed by mountains and faces water, with sand dunes standing on both sides and the mountains are soft and beautiful. So in my opinion, this is a place with excellent feng shui.

The uncle pointed to the hill to the right of the village and said, "Look at this hill. It's tall and straight, but the hill itself is covered with vegetation, and the changes in the soil on the hill are clearly layered, right?"

The soil layer of this mountain is very distinctive. The soil layer is thickest at the foot of the mountain, and it shrinks significantly as it goes up. It looks like a naturally formed miniature winding mountain road.

The uncle continued, "The mountain grass is hairy, and this distinct layer of soil is the edge of the group. In feng shui, this is called a skirt-lifting sand, meaning that a woman lifts her skirt until it can be seen..." At this point, the uncle changed the subject and said, "From a feng shui perspective, where there is a skirt-lifting sand, women are more promiscuous and the people are more civilized. But to be honest, I've been in this business for decades, and this is the first time I've seen a skirt-lifting sand terrain."

"So my wild character is caused by a small hill?" The girl and her mother-in-law were dumbfounded on the spot.