Zhao Yongfu was stabbed in the thigh by Song Ning. A few inches more and his manhood would have been gone, but it was not fatal.
Song Ning grabbed a handful of wood ash and slapped it onto Zhao Yongfu's leg. Zhao Yongfu had already fainted from the pain and didn't utter a sound.
Liu Yuelan quickly pulled her daughter away, as Zhao Yongfu was not wearing any clothes on his lower body and she didn't want to offend her daughter's eyes.
Song Ning couldn't care less about anything else now. In her eyes, Zhao Yongfu was no longer even human; to call him a beast would be an insult to beasts.
"Tie him up in the yard. We'll head back to Nanshan Village first thing tomorrow morning," Song Ning said expressionlessly.
Since they moved, Li Daniu has rarely come to town. Without Li Daniu's car, Song Ning and the others have to walk back.
Zhao Yongfu was also dragged all the way back to Nanshan Village, and by the time he got back, his buttocks were rubbed raw.
Throughout the journey, Zhao Yongfu was in a daze, feeling excruciating pain in his lower body, and he groaned and cried out the whole way.
Song Ning sneered. Pain? It should hurt. If it didn't hurt, she would have stabbed her a few more times.
From before sunrise to midday, Song Ning and his family of three finally returned to Nanshan Village.
The villagers had been discussing their move for the past few days when they saw Song Dahai and his family of three return.
It was hot, and the three of them were exhausted from walking back. Some envious people stood by the roadside watching them make a fool of themselves.
"What did I tell you? Moving to town isn't that easy. Look at them, they've slunk back again."
There are many who gloat over others' misfortunes.
The family of three, oblivious to the villagers' gossip, dragged Zhao Yongfu directly to the village chief's house.
The village chief's wife, surnamed Yu, and her eldest daughter-in-law were busy cooking, while their eldest son was chopping firewood. The village chief sat in the courtyard, contemplating life.
Is the village chief home?
A sound from outside the courtyard broke the silence.
As soon as the village chief stepped out of the courtyard, he saw the Song family of three standing outside the gate, with one person lying unconscious on the ground.
"Zhao Yongfu?" The village chief immediately recognized him.
"What... what is this?"
"Village chief, I want to report Zhao Yongfu," Song Ning said coldly.
It's lunchtime now, but the people of Nanshan Village aren't cooking at home; they've all gone to the east end of the village.
What was originally just an ordinary day in Nanshan Village has now turned into a huge uproar, with crowds surrounding the village chief's house.
What happened?
"I don't know, I heard that Zhao Yongfu seems to have done something wrong?"
"Oh dear, what a mess! The Zhao family never seems to have a moment's peace."
Zhao Yongfu has now regained his senses. His face is ashen, and he stares fiercely at Song Ning. As long as he returns to the village, he will not be afraid of her.
"Song Erya, you little bitch, let me go, or I'll kill you!"
He's in pain all over, especially down there; just saying those two sentences took all his strength.
Song Ning's gaze turned cold as she said, "Zhao Yongfu broke into my house last night to rob us and smashed a lot of our things. He also tried to steal Xiaomei and Zhaodi to sell for money. Luckily, we discovered it in time, otherwise Xiaomei and Zhaodi would definitely have been stolen by him."
After Song Ning finished speaking, there was silence around them.
Zhao Yongfu is usually a reckless and unruly person, so it's not surprising that he would do something like this.
"You little bitch, stop talking nonsense." Zhao Yongfu lay on the ground, defiant.
Song Ning ignored him and continued, "Also, I saw with my own eyes that Zhao Yongfu tried to rape a teenage girl. He even took off her clothes. If my father hadn't arrived in time, that girl would have been finished."
Upon hearing this, everyone around gasped.
In those days, petty theft was no big deal. Even if it went to the county magistrate, it would only result in a few lashes and, at most, a few days in jail.
But rape is different; at best, it can result in a broken leg, and at worst, it can be fatal.
"Stop talking nonsense!" An old woman rushed over and squatted down next to Zhao Yongfu, trying to help him up.
"How could my son do such a thing? You must have ulterior motives!"
Zhao Yongfu's mother shielded her son, and upon seeing his injuries, she began to cry: "My son, who hurt you like this?"
When Zhao Yongfu saw the person in charge arrive, he was about to point the finger at Song Ning, but when he looked up, he saw Song Ning's terrifying gaze and immediately dared not speak.
In any case, without evidence, such a thing is slander.
But Song Ning had warned him before he came that if he didn't admit it, Song Ning would have plenty of ways to torture him in the future.
Recalling the knife wound from last night, Zhao Fugui trembled again.
"Mother, save me! Village Chief, Song Er Ya is going to kill me..."
The village chief's face darkened, and Zhao Fugui's mother quickly shielded her son.
Song Ning stepped forward and looked at Zhao Yongfu: "Do you admit to what I just said?"
Song Ning spoke in a calm tone and had no expression, but it was precisely this demeanor that made Zhao Yongfu even more frightened, as he vividly remembered what he had done.
Song Erya is a devil.
If he admits it, Song Ning will naturally not make things difficult for him; the law will punish him severely. If he doesn't admit it, then he shouldn't blame her for taking matters into her own hands.
"What are you doing? My son didn't do it!" Old Mrs. Zhao shouted.
"I'll ask you one more time, did you do it?" Song Ning raised an eyebrow slightly, his cold eyes at this moment not at all like those of a twelve-year-old child.
"Yes, yes...it was me..." Zhao Yongfu couldn't hold back and admitted it; he was truly afraid.
The surrounding area erupted in an uproar, and even Old Mrs. Zhao was stunned.
Since the parties involved have all admitted it, there is naturally no need for a retrial.
Grandma Zhao, exasperated, pounded the iron a few times before collapsing into tears: "What are you going to do? What are you going to do? How could you do such a despicable thing! How could you say it out loud!"
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