Mrs. Liu interjected, "He also had an affair with a widow in the village."
"Go into details," Li Qiao became interested.
"I saw it with my own eyes, it took Niu Dazhi a long time to come out after he entered the widow's house."
"Why are you telling this to the two kids? Aren't you ashamed?" Mr. Liu said sternly.
Li Qiao, "It's fine, madam, which widow is it?"
Mrs. Liu glanced at Mr. Liu, then continued, "It's our own kin, the household with the smallest house at the west end of the village, surnamed Cheng."
Li Qiao planned to meet with Widow Cheng and asked her in detail.
She bid farewell to Mr. and Mrs. Liu and went to find Widow Cheng with Ma Ling.
As soon as Widow Cheng heard they were inquiring about Niu Dazhi, she lifted a basin of water to splash on them.
Ma Ling took out her credentials, mustered her authority, and scolded, "Try splashing us? We are here on an investigation! If you obstruct, see if we don't have you detained at the station for a while."
