Yang Wanwan pretended to be very nervous and scared, but in her heart she was chuckling: If it were before, they would have come out, but they wouldn't have comforted themselves like this, would they?

The weak will never get the respect they deserve!

Yang Wanwan pointed to the chicken coop, "A chicken thief stole from my chicken coop!"

People looked at each other, wondering how the chicken thief had gotten into such a small chicken coop. Besides, what did the chicken coop smell like? How could he dare to go in?

Aren't you disgusted?

Everyone worked together to dismantle the chicken coop. A thin man, covered in chicken droppings, squatted on the ground, refusing to let go of the coop.

Grandpa Yang was also awakened by the noise. Seeing the situation, he was so angry that he hit the thief with a stick. "You damned thief! You have hands and feet, what are you doing? We raised our chickens with great difficulty, and you came to steal them!"

Shang Tao brought over a basin of water and poured it over the thief, soaking him completely. In the dead of winter, the thief was terrified and trembling uncontrollably. "Please, I didn't steal anything, let me go, let me go!"

Cao Guihua squeezed through the crowd and said, "No way! If you let me go, what if you hold a grudge and come back for revenge later? Besides, you stole from this family, who knows if you'll steal from another?"

Futaba covered her mouth and smiled.

The eldest sister had given Cao Guihua a melon during the day, and that very evening she helped her own family.

Everyone agreed with Cao Guihua. Someone said, "Don't cover your face. With so many people around, do you think you can escape? If you want to repent, you're not sincere if you don't show your face."

Cao Guihua picked up the mop from under Yang Wanwan's porch and poked the chicken thief's arm. The chicken thief cried so sadly.

Cao Guihua listened intently and asked in confusion, "You, you are Pan Daqin?"

The chicken thief immediately stopped crying.

Cao Guihua threw down the mop and clapped her hands. "It's definitely Pan Daqin! Pan Daqin, don't try to hide it, it's definitely you! You pretend to be sick all day, lying in bed watching TV, making your eldest son, that mute, work in the fields, and even preventing him from going to school. Who knew the mute was smart and wouldn't stand your enslavement, he ran away. Now, the fields are overgrown with weeds, the vegetables are withered, there's no food, no vegetables, the whole family is starving. So, you've come up with the idea of ​​stealing!"

Several women immediately chimed in.

"That's right! Now that the mute is gone, they can't even get food!"

"The mute is so pitiful! They don't treat her like a human being at all. If it weren't for the old man taking care of her back then, she probably would have died long ago."

“What karma! If you had treated the mute man even a little better, he wouldn’t have left. If he were still here, he would still be doing the work, and you could continue being your emperors, wouldn’t that be better? You had to force him into a corner.”

"Yes, I heard that the mute is very smart. Liu Bamei went to the school to make a scene. The principal didn't dare to let the mute go to school openly, but secretly he found a school for the mute and planned to send him there."

“Exactly. The principal and the mute are not related, yet he did this much. How can you parents be worse than a stranger?”

"Serves him right!"

"Serves you right!"

...

Hearing everyone's discussion, the chicken thief finally raised his head.

That's none other than Pan Daqin.

Yang Wanwan stood in front of Pan Daqin with a stick in her hand, pointing at him and saying, "Pan Daqin, this isn't the first time you've stolen from our house, is it?"

Pan Daqin, exposed by everyone, became enraged and, in a fit of pique, decided to throw caution to the wind. He stood up and demanded, "What evidence do you have to say that? Didn't you fail to steal anything? What can you do to me?"

Yang Wanwan snorted coldly: "You stole things and disturbed the peace, of course I won't do anything to you, but the police station can do something to you."

Pan Daqin shuddered.

Yang Wanwan looked at everyone and said, "He may not have stolen my chickens today, but he might steal someone else's money tomorrow. With a thief living in the village, who can guarantee he won't steal anything? Today I'm going to rid the village of this scourge, and Pan Daqin should pay the price for his actions."

Everyone agreed that Yang Wanwan should call the police.

After all, this involves their interests.

After waiting for more than an hour, the police arrived.

During this time, Pan Daqin did consider leaving, but Yang Wanwan's family and Cao Guihua all used tools to stop him, so he couldn't leave.

With just Yang Wanwan and her few companions, it was naturally impossible for them to stop Pan Daqin.

But Yang Wanwan summoned the Stone Man, which suppressed Pan Daqin tightly. How could Pan Daqin break free?

Liu Bamei waited and waited, but Pan Daqin did not return. Then she heard people talking outside and soon realized that Pan Daqin had been caught.

She went to Yang Wanwan's house to cause trouble, so Yang Wanwan had the stone man restrain her and Pan Daqin together and stuffed a rag into her mouth.

I can't be bothered to listen to her rambling.

Director Qiao actually came in person and took Pan Daqin and his wife away.

Liu Bamei came to cause trouble, and she was not overlooked.

Having dealt with these issues, Yang Wanwan rubbed her temples.

Actually, she didn't need to go to such lengths to deal with Pan Daqin's theft. Since Er Ye and Shang Tao still lived in the village, her actions against Pan Daqin might anger the couple, and who knew if they would retaliate against Er Ye and Shang Tao later?

However, the thought that Pan Daqin had once come to steal things, and might have even entered the house or seen Er Ye in her sleep, made Yang Wanwan want to kill Pan Daqin.

Recalling the abuse that Pan Daqin and his wife had inflicted on Pan the Mute in her previous life, and Pan the Mute's tragic death, Yang Wanwan felt an overwhelming surge of anger with nowhere to vent it.

In this life, Pan the Mute did not die, but he was tormented by them to the point that he was no better off than a slave.

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