Lin Lizheng watched as Lin the Drunkard started hitting people right in front of him and angrily said, "Stop! Lin the Drunkard, you beat your wife and children every day after drinking. What kind of person are you? Now you're even hitting them in front of me. You're really showing less and less respect for your uncle!"
Lin Lizheng rarely gets angry, but he has run to his nephew's house countless times because of this mess. Now that he sees that he has talked himself hoarse and tried to reason with him, but the nephew hasn't listened to a word, he can't help but feel angry.
When the villagers saw that the village head was angry, they quickly advised him, "Village head, please calm down. You know that this drunkard Lin is so irritable that he even angered his parents to death. Don't take it to heart and ruin your health."
Lin Jiugui stopped when he saw his uncle get angry. He looked at his uncle awkwardly. His uncle was the village head, and he should still give him the respect he deserved. He didn't want his uncle to be left out in the village later.
Lin Lizheng calmed himself down, feeling truly sorry for his deceased brother and sister-in-law.
Upon seeing this scene, Song Anxin changed her mind. This drunkard Lin loved to drink excessively, and when he was drunk, he would beat his wife and children at home. Lin Shitou's face was always covered in injuries, and Shitou's mother was afraid that she would be tortured to death.
He then said, "Since you said you'd have your wife do my laundry to pay off the debt, I'll let this matter drop today. But if it happens again, I won't let it go so easily! However,"
Song Anxin changed the subject: "How can your wife help me with laundry when she's so sick? She can do some sewing and mending. We happen to have a few torn clothes that need mending. Let Shitou help his mother go now. Shitou can also help us with the work. We won't need three days. Today and tomorrow will be enough."
Seeing Song Anxin say this, Lin Jiugui immediately said, "Then it's settled. You're not allowed to come to my house again and ask me for these ten coins."
What's wrong with Sister-in-law Lin? She's always been so reckless. If she really did act recklessly, he wouldn't be afraid; no one could outwit her. Why is she suddenly being so reasonable today, even wanting to take him to the yamen? He doesn't dare go to the yamen; the government is terrifying.
Lin the Drunkard then shamelessly said to Lin the Village Head, "Uncle, you heard it too. If Second Sister-in-law Lin wants to send me to the authorities for this matter, you have to help me."
Lin Li snorted, not wanting to talk to his bastard nephew.
Seeing that things were almost settled, Song Anxin said to the villagers beside her, "Thank you all, aunties and uncles, for helping with the harvest today. Otherwise, my son would probably have been beaten to a pulp."
When the villagers heard Sister Lin thank them so earnestly, they felt a little embarrassed. One woman said, "Hey, we didn't help much. The harvest was still damaged. Look at her face, oh! It hurts just looking at it."
Song Anxin smiled and turned to Lin Lizheng, saying, "Uncle Lizheng, thank you so much for helping my daughter and me today. You are impartial and fair in your dealings. You truly deserve to be the village head of our Lin Family Village."
Song Anxin was genuinely grateful to the village head, who was indeed a fair person and did not show favoritism even towards his own nephew.
Lin Lizheng, who had been the village head for so long, was very pleased to be thanked so earnestly for the first time: "Fengnian's mother, there's no need to be so polite. If it were anyone in the village, I would have stepped forward to stand up for everyone just like today."
Upon hearing this, the villagers quickly praised him, saying that he was the most fair person in the village. Lin Li, who was quite old, felt rather uncomfortable being praised by the villagers.
The crowd gradually dispersed, and it was already evening. Every household was cooking dinner, with wisps of smoke rising from their chimneys.
Song Anxin still remembered that there was a big, fat rabbit waiting for her to cook. After saying goodbye to the village head and the villagers, she took Lin Fengshou home and did not forget to ask Lin Shitou to take his mother to her house.
On the way, the setting sun shone brightly. Song Anxin walked in front, Lin Fengnian followed closely behind, and Lin Shitou, supporting his mother, lagged behind. The setting sun cast long shadows of the group.
Lin Fengshou was extremely uneasy throughout the journey, and Song Anxin noticed that he tried to speak several times but couldn't.
Song Anxin couldn't stand it anymore and said, "Fengshou, tell your mother what's wrong."
Lin Fengshou asked in surprise, "Mother, aren't you angry? Aren't you blaming me?"
Song Anxin didn't expect him to think she was angry. However, Lin Fengshou did have some faults in this matter, so she pretended to be angry and said, "Mother is indeed a little angry. Mother is angry that you were so impulsive and got into a fight with that drunkard Lin. You should know that if it weren't for the uncles, aunts and uncles nearby stopping you, you would have been beaten half to death by that drunkard Lin."
Lin Fengshou broke out in a cold sweat when he heard his mother say that.
Seeing his expression, Song Anxin figured he must have been scared afterward, so she softened her tone and said, "In the future, when you encounter something like this, you must never act impulsively again, especially against someone whose strength is far inferior to yours."
Song Anxin didn't expect this teenager to be able to handle today's matter like she was. He could call her, or he could go to the village head to seek justice.
“But, but I also secretly went to work in town without telling you. Aren’t you angry about that?” Lin Fengshou continued.
"Oh, then tell me why you went to work in town?" Song Anxin asked, looking interested.
"I want my family to live a better life, so that Xiang Fenghe and Feng Yao can have enough to eat, and I want to earn money to help my older brother get married," Lin Fengshou said, addressing each point one by one.
“Since you’re doing this for the good of our family, why should your mother be angry? But you must never do this behind my back again. There are many ways to make money; you’re just a kid, you don’t need to do hard labor.” Song Anxin tapped Lin Fengshou’s head and said.
Building this estate requires able-bodied adults, which is no easy task. Lin Fengshou is still a teenager and so thin; I hope he doesn't ruin his health.
Lin Fenghe was surprised that his mother not only didn't blame him but also felt sorry for him. Although his face was injured, he was very happy.
Hearing his mother mention other ways to make money, he immediately became interested and said, "Mother, besides doing manual labor, what other ways are there to make money? None of the shops in the county would hire me."
Song Anxin blinked, then said mysteriously, "I'll tell you when we get back."
As Song Anxin approached her own doorstep, she saw Sister-in-law Lin lingering at the gate of her yard, carrying a radish in her hand, seemingly cooking but also coming out to check on things out of concern.
Upon seeing Song Anxin and her group return, he immediately went up to Song Anxin and asked, "I heard from Dongzi that he had brought back news of the harvest. Is this person alright?"
Looking back, he saw Lin Fengshou standing behind Song Anxin, his face covered in injuries. He immediately exclaimed, "Oh my god! What kind of bastard beat someone up like this?!"
As she spoke, she reached out and touched Lin Fengshou's face, causing Lin Fengshou to immediately wince in pain and cry out, "Ouch, Auntie, that hurts..."
Song Anxin couldn't help but laugh and said, "It's alright, sister-in-law. I saw it. The injuries are all on his face and look scary, but his bones and tendons are not injured. Let this kid learn a lesson."
Lin Shitou followed behind with his mother. Shitou's mother said apologetically, "I'm so sorry, Sister-in-law Lin, it's all my husband's fault. I couldn't stop him."
When Sister-in-law Lin saw that it was Lin Shitou and his mother, and that Lin Shitou himself was also injured, she said, "Shitou, your father hit you again. And Shitou's mother, why are you here too? It's not your fault, you couldn't possibly stop that drunkard Lin."
"Haven't you been feeling unwell? Why aren't you resting at home? Why are you here instead?"
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