As soon as Zhao Zhan entered the village, Yang Dashan approached him mysteriously, "I asked around. There were only three families who ate meat in the village yesterday. One was my mother, one was Lizheng's family, and the other was Zhao Wencai. However, he didn't eat meat at home. Someone found him sneakily killing a chicken behind his house."
"That chicken must have been secretly roasted and eaten by him and his wife. I bet his wife doesn't know."
As Yang Dashan said this, he was also a little embarrassed.
Out of the three, one had a grudge against him and the other against Zhao Zhan, so he ruled out Lizheng.
"Don't tell anyone for now. I've thought of a way to rat them out."
Zhao Zhan whispered to Yang Dashan. "You're the smart one. You can even think of such a method!" Yang Dashan nodded repeatedly with a look of admiration, "Leave this matter to me. you can rest assured."
