Wei Dazhuang kept cursing and swearing.
Uncle Wei Er saw this scene as soon as he arrived. What could he do? He also wanted to climb up.
Cheng Yousuo grew impatient. "Wei Jibin, what the hell do you and your family want? Even people from the same village shouldn't be bullied by outsiders. You two even share the same surname, Wei, and the outsiders haven't even made a move yet, and your two sons are already here. Are you going to join in too? Where are the militia? Tie up these two Wei lackeys. If the other Wei dares to come, we'll all go together." Wei Jibin was the name of Wei Ershu.
Several militiamen rushed over and tied up Wei Dazhuang and Wei Sanzhuang. Uncle Wei was so scared that he didn't dare to utter a sound.
When their own brigade was taken advantage of, naturally the militia captain led his men to fight back. However, Mao Xuebin was too formidable in combat, and Cheng Yousuo's men were completely overwhelmed by Tugang Village. If it weren't for Wei Aiguo, Cheng Yousuo would have lost face badly. At the time, the militiamen led by Cheng Yousuo felt the same way. So, could they just stand by and watch Wei Aiguo be bullied in their own village today? They were all waiting anxiously around, ready to pounce at a single call.
Mao Xuebin was also a little flustered. Wei Aiguo's abilities intimidated him, and the unity of the Qingshan Brigade also frightened him. "The IOU is clearly written in black and white. You still want to renege on your debt? I'm going to the police station right now. I'm going to ask if I'm right to ask for the money I owed you."
Wei Aiguo stared at them with a dark and brooding gaze, giving the impression that he was about to explode in rage. Song Yan stepped forward and patted her hand. "Is the handwriting on the IOU yours?" Since Wei Aiguo hadn't immediately denied it when Mao Xuebin mentioned the IOU, there must be a reason.
Wei Aiguo grasped Song Yan's hand in return. His tone seemed calmer, but he didn't say the handwriting wasn't his.
"Can I see the IOU?" Song Yan asked.
“Mao Xuebin, take out the IOU, let me look at it again,” Wei Aiguo said.
"What? You can see something amazing in it? Didn't you look at it just now? You're not just pretending to take a look, are you planning to tear it up?" Mao Xuebin arrogantly pointed at Wei Aiguo.
“I’ll be watching from here. If he dares to snatch the IOU and tear it up, I’ll go to the police station to testify for you,” a man shouted from behind Mao Xuebin.
Wei Aiguo: "He's the militia captain of Tugang Village." He said this to Song Yan. "I didn't see clearly. If you want me to repay the money, I need to see it clearly first!"
"Fine. I'm generous. I'll let you take one more look. You can only look, not touch! You've seen it today, and you'll need the money tomorrow. If you can't come up with the money, Wei Aiguo, I'll take your house." Mao Xuebin smugly took out the IOU, unfolded it himself, and showed it to Wei Aiguo and Song Yan.
Song Yan immediately knew where the problem lay. When writing the IOU, Wei Aiguo wrote the Arabic numeral 10 yuan, but by simply drawing a vertical line in front of it, it became 110 yuan. Adding it with the same color pen in a short time was impossible even for handwriting analysis! It was the same method used to frame Lao Han. Song Yan watched as Mao Xuebin slowly folded the IOU.
"Wei Aiguo, listen up, I'll come to collect the debt tomorrow." Mao Xuebin waved the IOU triumphantly as he walked out.
One of the men following behind him said, "Hey, Brother Mao! What do you need his house for? You're not going to live in Qingshan Brigade anyway. Look how beautiful his wife is, you should just take her as payment for the debt!"
"Ah! Ah..."
The man who had spoken was grabbed by Wei Aiguo and slammed to the ground. When he tried to stand up, Wei Aiguo's hand pressed down on his shoulder again. The man's arm, like Wei Sanzhuang's, hung limply and was useless. Both had their shoulder joints dislocated, but the methods used were certainly different.
"It hurts, it hurts so much!"
The man knelt on the ground in a disheveled state. Mao Xuebin reached out, but then lowered his arm. He couldn't even get away with Wei Aiguo alone, let alone with so many villagers behind him. "Pay back what you owe. I have no other intentions. This brother was just joking. If you take it seriously, you're being petty."
Wei Aiguo pinched the man's chin again. Well, his chin was gone again. "I stood up to you for the sake of my village. I never expected to be stabbed in the back by my own villagers. It's my fault for being so incompetent; I admit defeat. You'd better not have any other plans."
Wei Aiguo let go, and the people behind Mao Xuebin came up and dragged the man away.
With this incident causing such a commotion, Wei Aiguo had no heart to work! He went home.
As soon as Wei Aiguo left, many people dispersed. They still had to work; otherwise, they wouldn't get work points today.
Cheng Yi had tried to slip away earlier, but was blocked and couldn't leave. Now he was being punched and kicked. His mother wanted to help, but his older brothers held her back. Cheng Yousuo was watching; anyone who went up would end up like Wei Dazhuang and his brothers. Cheng Yi deserved to be beaten.
Why hate Wei Aiguo? Isn't it because he stripped him naked and hung him from a tree back then? Wasn't it all because Cheng Yi wanted to bully Aiguo? Wei Aiguo is such a ruthless person, and he didn't learn his lesson after being provoked once. This time, he's angered everyone. Getting beaten up is a minor matter; the real fear is that Wei Aiguo won't let him off the hook. The people who are now attacking him have all suffered at Mao Xuebin's hands; it was Wei Aiguo who stood up for them back then. This is a whole group of people; Cheng Yi has angered a whole bunch. Don't be fooled by Mao Xuebin coming to collect money today; do you think he'll dare to lay a hand on him?
Uncle Wei waited until the group finished beating Cheng Yi before approaching Cheng Yousuo, hoping to beg him to release the men. Cheng Yousuo only said one thing, "Just wait!" Two hours passed, and Wei Dazhuang and Wei Sanzhuang were badly beaten. Uncle Wei didn't dare utter a sound and secretly had someone lift Wei Sanzhuang's arm up.
Wei Aiguo sat against the wall, silent.
"Learn from your mistakes! The way you wrote the IOU was wrong. You must write the numbers in capital letters. Also, you can't use the word 'repay.' It's a polyphonic character. It can be pronounced as 'hai' or 'huan.' Different pronunciations have different meanings. So, is the money still owed? There's a big difference between an IOU and a loan agreement, do you know that? Do you know how to write it properly..." Song Yan rambled on, reciting the common sense she knew from her previous life.
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