“And this old woman. She blocked our arrest and even falsely accused Jiang Zhiqing. We can’t let her get away with this,” Cheng Yousuo said.

“And Song Zhiqing, I will not protect or shield bad people. As the militia captain, it is my job to take these two to the police station. Chen Xiaodong, go hitch up the car!” Cheng Yousuo added.

Captain Wu also stood up. "Captain Cheng, take a few more men. Don't let anything happen on the road."

Director Wang, please comfort the frightened Jiang Zhiqing. Doesn't the police station need to make a record? You should go with Jiang Zhiqing.

Captain Wu completely ignored Secretary Cheng.

The people at the brigade headquarters dispersed in no time.

Song Yan went back and had a quick meal with Xiao Xiao before heading to the police station.

Cheng Xiuyun returned to the weaving group with a gloomy expression. The people working in the weaving group were also quieter today.

Cheng Xiuyun simply didn't notice the underlying turmoil in the weaving process, which was outwardly calm.

Cheng Xiuyun hadn't controlled the quality at all. Yet, the number of finished products submitted in the past two days was still decreasing.

Those who joined the weaving group earlier felt that it was completely different from when Li Yuanzhao was there. They felt the weaving group wouldn't last. Even without quality requirements, they lost their enthusiasm for weaving. Meanwhile, those who joined later, who hadn't even received any pay yet, were weaving like crazy for the money.

Cheng Xiuyun's husband, Wang Zhuzi, saw his wife return and wanted to tell her about He Jianian. Before he could say anything, Cheng Xiuyun snapped, "I've already arranged some work for you, so hurry up and do it. Don't cause any trouble."

Wang Zhuzi used to be unafraid of his wife. But now that she's the one in charge in the weaving group, she's got a temper. He only got the dyeing job because his wife squeezed Huang Guoqing and the others out. After his wife yelled at him like that, Wang Zhuzi didn't dare say a word and just kept working.

These past few days, Zhu Zi has been helping to organize the materials. It's mostly about spraying water on the cattails we'll be using the next day. Actually, too much or too little water won't work. But none of the women in the weaving group have said anything. Criticizing Wang Zhu Zi is just criticizing Cheng Xiu Yun, isn't it?

Nobody wanted to offend Cheng Xiuyun. If the cattails weren't good, they could just weave them poorly. So the quality of the stuff they handed in these past few days was even worse.

This is the first time I've ever dyed this material.

When Cheng Xiuyun heard about her brother's situation, she had just taken out two samples of blue dye. She hurriedly threw them down and left.

The dyes were all pre-divided by Huang Guoqing and his team. One portion of dye could usually make half a pot of dye solution.

Wang Zhuzi threw the two portions of dye directly into the pot. He added about half a pot of water and saw that it was way too blue, almost black. So he kept adding water. He made a pot of dye water.

He Jianian is gone, so he has to bear the burden alone.

Wang Zhuzi hadn't expected to produce so much dye; there was still half a pot of dye left. He couldn't just throw it away; he'd paid for it. He'd keep dyeing!

By the time Cheng Xiuyun found out, all the remaining corn husks had been dyed blue.

The weaving team couldn't resist any longer and went to find Cheng Xiuyun. Rows and rows of freshly dyed blue corn husks were hanging up. Even a lot of cattails had been dyed.

"Stop!" What's the point of dyeing so much blue? It's enough to last until next year, or even the year after.

There's still dye water in the pot? How much dye did they mix?