Ding Ermei was considered a prominent figure in Zhoujia Village (or so she thought), but today she was slapped several times in town. How could she tolerate this?

After regaining her senses, Ding Ermei let out a "howl" and pounced on Aunt Jin, waving her claws.

The scene was chaotic.

Zhao Zhenzhu reacted quickly, taking advantage of the opportunity to dodge, and hooked her foot.

Ding Ermei fell flat on her face.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Aunt Jin rushed up and straddled Ding Ermei, unleashing a barrage of punches and kicks.

Ding Ermei resisted fiercely, and the two got into a fight.

Although Ding Ermei was feisty, she was getting on in years.

Aunt Jin was more than ten years younger than Ding Ermei and was strong and healthy. In no time, Ding Ermei was beaten by Aunt Jin and had no chance to fight back.

"Stop hitting me! Stop hitting me! I was wrong, little sister, I was wrong, please stop hitting me!" Ding Ermei begged for mercy repeatedly.

Aunt Jin punched him twice more before standing up.

"You old woman, remember to watch your mouth next time you go out! Otherwise, I'll beat you every time I see you!" Aunt Jin scolded.

Ding Ermei kept her head down and remained silent, though she was very resentful inside.

If she hadn't tripped and fallen just now, it's hard to say who would have won or lost this fight!

"Grandma, let's go." Zhou Jiaxiang timidly stepped forward and reached out to support Ding Ermei's arm.

Zhou Jiaxiang was somewhat apprehensive. He didn't get to eat the wontons, and his grandmother even got into a fight with the stall owner.

This is a town, not their Zhoujia Village. Who knows what might happen next?

Zhou Jiaxiang couldn't wait to leave.

With a "snap".

Ding Ermei slapped Zhou Jiaxiang across the face.

"You good-for-nothing! If you hadn't been begging for wontons, I wouldn't have gotten beaten up!" Ding Ermei scolded.

Zhou Jiaxiang covered his face, his eyes filled with disbelief.

It's true that he wanted to eat wontons.

But Grandma got beaten because she talked nonsense, it had nothing to do with him wanting to eat wontons, so why is he being blamed?

"You dare glare at me? Are you angry or what? I'm your elder, it's my right to teach you a lesson, do you want to hold a grudge against me?" Ding Ermei cursed.

Ding Ermei was saying these things to Zhao Zhenzhu.

Unfortunately, Ding Ermei looked around but didn't see Zhao Zhenzhu.

Ding Ermei got even angrier.

Zhou Jiaxiang ignored Ding Ermei, whose eyes were darting around, and turned to leave.

Grandma seems to have gone mad.

They cannot distinguish between friend and foe.

He didn't want to be his grandmother's punching bag; he wanted to go home and find his parents.

"Zhou Jiaxiang, stop right there!" Ding Ermei tried to chase after him, but was stopped by Uncle Jin.

"What do you want to do? I told you about Zhao Zhenzhu's wonton money. You have to ask her for it yourself. I won't give it to her for you," Ding Ermei said, rolling her eyes at Uncle Jin.

"What do I want? You've ruined my business and broken two bowls. You think you can just leave without paying me back?" Uncle Jin said with a stern face.

When Ding Ermei and Aunt Jin were fighting, they rolled around a few times and bumped into the table next to them.

Two customers were a little slow to react, and the wontons in their bowls spilled, causing the bowls to fall to the ground and break. They also almost burned their hands.

Uncle Jin had no choice but to refund the money and politely see the person off.

Uncle Jin is holding his breath right now!

"You beat me up and I didn't make you pay me back, and now you want me to pay you back? Don't even think about it." Ding Ermei glared back fiercely.

Money is Ding Ermei's life. Making Ding Ermei lose money is tantamount to taking her life.

"Look at my once-thriving wonton stall, look at the state it's in now!" Uncle Jin pointed to the messy wonton stall, his tone becoming stern.

Uncle Jin was very upset.

The couple has been selling wontons at the market for several years, always doing their work honestly and living upright lives.

Although Uncle Jin is about ten years younger than Zhao Qingshan, the two are considered friends.

Zhao Zhenzhu was someone Uncle Jin watched grow up.

Ding Ermei slandered him, saying he had an affair with Zhao Zhenzhu. Wouldn't that make him too ashamed to face Zhao Qingshan in the future?

Also, when Aunt Jin and Ding Ermei were fighting, all the customers who were queuing outside the stall waiting to eat wontons ran away. Without that wave of customers, Uncle Jin would earn at least one yuan less.

“What does it matter to me what your wonton stall looks like? I didn’t start it.” Ding Ermei retorted, “I’m arguing my case.”

For Ding Ermei, the fault always lay with others; even if she was wrong, it was because she was forced into it.

"If you hadn't been spouting nonsense and slandering my man, would I have hit you? You old hag, if you don't pay me back, believe me, I'll call the police to arrest you!" Aunt Jin said angrily.

"Go ahead and call the police. My son is an officer in the army. You hit the mother of an officer, I'll have the police arrest you and put you in jail." Ding Ermei became arrogant again.

Ding Ermei remembered.

When Zhou Bingchen returned home last year, he said that his family were military dependents and that if they encountered difficulties they couldn't resolve or were bullied, they could seek help from the local government.

This time, she must have been bullied by the bad guys in town... right?

"Fine, you just wait. I don't believe the police can't deal with you." Uncle Jin was trembling with anger.

Originally, Uncle Jin wanted to let Ding Ermei pay some compensation out of respect for Zhao Zhenzhu.

I never expected Ding Ermei to be so arrogant.

Even if it means giving up this business, Uncle Jin is determined to teach Ding Ermei a lesson today.

Before Uncle Jin could call for help, the police arrived.

The market in Peach Blossom Town was crowded with people, and with more people came more things to do.

On market days, the Taohua Town Police Station dispatches more than half of its officers to patrol the streets.

Xiao Geng was assigned to maintain order on the street where Uncle Jin and his family lived. When he heard someone say that there was a fight at Uncle Jin's wonton stall, Xiao Geng quickly ran over.

A crowd had gathered around the wonton stall. Xiao Geng tried to squeeze in several times but failed. He became anxious and shouted, "Make way, everyone make way, I'm a policeman."

The crowd parted to make way for them.

Xiao Geng walked in and shouted, "Who's causing trouble? Who is it? If you don't want to live a peaceful life, go eat in jail!"

"Officer, you have to stand up for me! They beat me up. I came to town to go to the market, brought my grandson here to eat a bowl of wontons, and I was beaten up by the women at the stall. My son is an officer, officer, you can't just stand by and watch them bully a military family member!" Ding Ermei grabbed Xiao Geng's hand, crying with tears and snot streaming down her face.

Xiao Geng frowned.

Bullying military families?

Such a thing cannot happen in their Peach Blossom Town.

“Officer, that’s not how it is. This old lady…” Uncle Jin stepped forward and told Xiao Geng everything that had just happened.

Xiao Geng's eyes widened as he listened.

The mother-in-law wanted to eat wontons, but her daughter-in-law wouldn't buy them for her. So the mother-in-law accused her daughter-in-law of having an affair with Uncle Jin, who sells wontons.

Is this old lady out of her mind? What mother would willingly put a green hat on her son's head?

"Fellow villagers, is there anyone who witnessed what happened? Please come forward and testify," Xiao Geng said, bowing to the onlookers.

When the police handle cases, they can't just listen to the two parties involved; they also need to collect evidence from multiple sources.