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In the crowd, someone uttered a sentence that came like a timely rain. They saw He Zifeng approaching with a group of government-dressed soldiers.
Village Chief Xu was stunned by the sudden turn of events and remained in shock for a long time.
Xu Donglai, the scumbag father, usually acts like a decent person, but he's actually a bully at home. He's useless when it comes to real trouble.
The villagers in the surrounding area had never seen soldiers before. They were just there to watch the spectacle, but they suddenly became inexplicably nervous.
Xiao Wan's sharp eyes immediately spotted He Zifeng in the crowd, and she angrily said, "Second son, you insult your parents and you still think you're right? Is there no law in the world?"
Xiao Wan's words immediately brought the village chief's wife back to her senses, and she then said, "There are no bad parents in the world, why report family matters to the authorities?"
The man in the lead was the head constable of the county government. He said, "He Zifeng has already filed a complaint with the county magistrate. I have been ordered to come and deliver a message. Xiao Wanshi, He Donglai, He Tong, and Village Chief Xu, please come with us to the county town."
Village Chief Xu immediately felt a chill run down his spine: "What business is it of mine here?"
The head constable snorted coldly: "I'm only responsible for arresting people, don't talk to me about anything else."
He Donglai usually bullies his second son like a mad dog, but in front of the officials, he tucks his tail between his legs and doesn't dare to utter a sound.
Xiao Wan was also scared. Ordinary people don't go to the county government office. If they run into a corrupt official, they might be arrested and never released.
Xiao Wan was both anxious and angry. She rushed directly in front of He Zifeng, baring her teeth and brandishing her claws, and said, "I'll fight you to the death."
He Zifeng was incredibly agile; ordinary people couldn't even get close to him. When he blocked her, Xiao Wan felt a tremendous force, like a mountain crashing down on her, and she stumbled back two steps, falling to the ground. Ignoring the pain, she pointed at everyone present and exclaimed, "Look, everyone, he's hitting someone!"
Little did they know that He Zifeng's actions were very clever. Although he used a lot of force, to others it looked like he had simply blocked something, and that Xiao Wan had fallen down and pretended to be injured.
People around them had all sorts of opinions.
"Why not just enjoy a good life instead of pushing honest people to the brink?"
He Zifeng knew all too well the miserable life he endured at home, being from the same village.
I initially thought the He family elders were doing something wrong, but after hearing Qiu Yu reveal the hidden truth today, I despise their behavior even more.
Fortunately, He Zifeng returned in time; otherwise, if the couple had been taken to the ancestral hall, who knows what might have happened to them.
Thinking about it this way, and looking at the few people who were acting like grandsons in front of the yamen runners, I felt a little pleased.
Qiu Yu went to He Zifeng's side, looking worried: "Let me see, where did I hit you?"
It was widely rumored among the common people that if someone sued their own parents, they would be dragged over and given twenty strokes of the cane without any explanation. The canes in the county were an inch thick, and ten strokes would leave the skin torn and bleeding. Late last night, He Zifeng said he was going out to resolve the family division issue. He never expected it would involve reporting to the authorities.
He Zifeng said, "I'm fine."
They were far away in the village and knew nothing of the situation in the county. This county magistrate was sent down from above, and he was ostracized in the county; many of his men listened to his advisors. The county magistrate was also having a difficult time in the county.
He Zifeng was indeed reborn. His wandering spirit after death knew many things, which he used as intelligence and leverage to get the county magistrate to help him.
The county magistrate received this document and, upon investigation, confirmed it was indeed true, treating it like a priceless treasure! He didn't suspect He Zifeng; dragons have their ways, and rats have theirs. Since he had given him such a generous gift, he naturally had to do his part. Besides, the matter He Zifeng asked him to handle was a trivial matter in his eyes, so he immediately dispatched the head constable to deal with it personally.
The head constable didn't know why the county magistrate attached such importance to it, but it wouldn't hurt to make a good impression in front of his superiors, so he immediately summoned a small team from the county and they came to Chishui Village in a grand procession.
When they're in charge of things in the county, they don't bother explaining to these ignorant villagers; they just grab people with iron chains and start arresting them.
Xu Li, the eldest sister-in-law, knew they were causing trouble and didn't come to avoid suspicion, but the situation escalated. Someone tipped him off, and he turned pale, exclaiming incredulously, "What?" He immediately begged someone to bring his husband, Wan Hai, back.
Wan Hai was working at the soy sauce shop when he heard the news, and his reaction was similar to his wife's. He dropped everything and came back.
Village Chief Xu tried to bribe him with money and flatter him, but the head constable refused to accept it. This was a matter personally instructed by the county magistrate. If he didn't handle this matter properly, he wouldn't be able to explain himself to the magistrate.
When Village Chief Xu saw his son-in-law Wan Hai rushing over, he quickly said, "Xiao Hai, quickly tell the official that it's all a misunderstanding." Although Wan Hai was young, he was methodical and capable in his dealings with others. Village Chief Xu had entrusted him with some of his tasks.
Anyone with eyes can see that, barring any unforeseen circumstances, Wan Hai will be the next village chief.
When Wan Hai saw that his father-in-law was almost arrested, and his stepfather and mother were also involved, he said, "Sir, may I say a few words to my brother?"
The constable saw that he was quite knowledgeable and reasonable, unlike those old men who were loud and boisterous, so he agreed.
Wan Hai was anxious and somewhat annoyed by He Zifeng's lack of understanding. His son was praised by the county's private school teacher and was destined for a career in government. It would be terrible if this ruined his son's future! A true man can bend and stretch, so he had no choice but to lower his proud head and apologize to He Zifeng: "Second brother, yesterday was indeed a misunderstanding. I apologize to you on behalf of Father and Mother. We are all family, so please don't pursue these matters any further."
A son should not speak ill of his father. That was all he could say. He was a respected young man in the village, and this was already quite an achievement for him.
Unfortunately, He Zifeng wasn't having any of it: "All these years I've been working like a slave for the He family, while you've been living the high life. Your son can go to school, while my son can only gather firewood. That's fine, but you shouldn't have hit my son." Little He Ran was the apple of their eye. That little guy had never been hit once since he was born.
Wan Hai had never seen He Zifeng angry before, but he felt somewhat suffocated when facing He Zifeng. He then said to the villagers who had gathered to watch the commotion, "Go, bring He Tong to me."
Madam Wan looked at her eldest son in disbelief: "He Tong is your brother! What are you trying to do?" Then she yelled at He Zifeng: "Did your parents raise you wrong?"
She didn't want Wan Hai to go to He Tong. He Tong had an eccentric personality, and if she provoked him further, he would become Wan Hai's enemy. They were half-brothers, after all. Little Wan thought to herself, what difference would it make if he went to the authorities? No matter what, who could say her parents were wrong?
But Wan Hai was a smart man. He had long since sensed He Zifeng's recent changes. The second son even dared to hit He Donglai. He was no longer someone who could be intimidated and obeyed. Now, only by satisfying him could this anger be quelled.
Soon they brought out the disabled He Tong. He Tong was fair-skinned and looked completely different from the tall and imposing He Zifeng. However, since he was being carried out, everyone could see the half of his missing lower leg.
His face turned bright red.
Wan Hai asked, "Did you hit He Ran?"
Enraged, He Tong retorted, "What's wrong with hitting that little bastard? I haven't even killed him yet." Before he could finish speaking, a gust of wind swept past, and He Zifeng's fist, as big as a bowl, slammed into him.
He Tong screamed in agony. He Zifeng grabbed him and began punching him mercilessly, clearly in a frenzy.
Then Xiao Wanshi and He Donglai rushed over to save their son. When they pulled him out, He Tong's face was covered in blood.
Xiao Wan is going crazy.
The scumbag father, He Donglai, was also furious when he saw his son beaten like this, but he didn't dare to fight back against He Zifeng.
Village Chief Xu was secretly delighted and hurriedly flattered Constable Zhu, saying, "Look, this He Zifeng is really outrageous. He Tong is his own brother, who has been disabled since childhood. He doesn't care and just comes up to kill him." If it weren't for Xiao Wanshi and He Donglai taking him back, he would definitely have been beaten to death.
The head constable glanced at Village Chief Xu and said, "We adults will judge who is right and who is wrong. Take them all away."
Wan Hai never expected that even risking offending his third brother by calling out people to let He Zifeng vent his anger, he still couldn't prevent the outcome of having to go to the authorities.