Song Dalong's eyes flickered.
"Mom, this is a family matter. We can handle it ourselves. Why call the brigade leader?"
"Just go when I tell you to! Why all the nonsense?"
Old Mrs. Song roared. She had lost so much money, and her heart, liver, and lungs were burning with pain. She couldn't live without finding the money.
Song Dalong then slowly walked towards the door, turning back every few steps.
"Mom, do we really have to go and ask the brigade leader?"
Old Mrs. Song shouted, "Go now!"
Song Dalong had no choice but to leave, looking back every few steps.
Song Haitao, Song Xiaomei, and Li Zhen shrank back, feeling guilty and not daring to look at Old Lady Song.
Song Dapeng was sleeping inside, so calmly that he seemed oblivious to the commotion outside.
His wife, Huang Juan, had gone to work. At home, their two children, Song Dani and Song Erni, were hiding at their doorway, craning their necks to watch the commotion.
They didn't dare come out, afraid that their grandmother would dislike them and beat them again.
Fang Jie believed in her son. Even if the brigade leader was called, she wasn't afraid. It would be a good opportunity to clear her eldest son's name.
No one noticed the cold smile that appeared on Song Fanxing's lips.
She won't let anything happen to Song Yaohui.
In the original story, Song Yaohui was falsely accused of stealing money from Old Lady Song and was beaten to death by Song Dalong, Song Haitao, and Old Lady Song. By the time Fang Jie arrived, Song Yaohui was already dead.
Fang Jie was heartbroken and let out a long howl.
Fortunately, she saved her brother this time. The captain will be here soon, and she will clear his name.
Li Zhen went inside, poured a bowl of water, and brought it over, saying ingratiatingly, "Mom, drink some water to calm down."
Old Mrs. Song glanced at her.
"Were you dead just now? You were cowering in the back, not even bothering to help me curse this family. Useless thing!"
Li Zhen: "Mom, you know I'm not good with words, I can't possibly scold you like you do."
Old Mrs. Song glared at her. "What do you mean? You think I insulted you?"
"No, no, even if you scold me, it's my own fault. I deserve to be scolded, and you're right to scold me."
Old Mrs. Song's complexion improved somewhat.
That's the good thing about the second son's wife; she's good at talking, knows how to please her, and won't go against her. She obediently accepts whatever she says.
Li Zhen immediately brought the bowl over.
"Mom, you're tired of yelling, have a drink of water."
Grandma Song took the water and drank it all in one gulp.
Turning my head, I saw a small figure hiding by the door.
"Who is it? What are you doing hiding at my doorstep?"
Ye Fangxuan trembled, almost crying in fright.
This old lady is so fierce, she's so scared.
Song Fanxing and the others then looked towards the door.
Everyone's attention was on the yard, and no one noticed her.
Fang Jie said to Ye Fangxuan, "Fangxuan, go home."
Ye Fangxuan turned to leave.
Old Mrs. Song called out to her.
"stop!"
Ye Fangxuan froze, too afraid to move.
"Whose child is she? Why is she hiding at my doorstep? What bad intentions are she plotting?"
Old Mrs. Song suffers from paranoia, feeling that everyone is bad for her family.
Fang Jie: "What bad intentions could a child have! She's my sister Fang Min's daughter. She came to stay with us for two days. She just arrived with Yao Hui and the others. What happened today has nothing to do with her. Let her go home."
"Your sister's daughter? Ha, look at that cowardly, timid and hesitant, it's annoying to look at her, get lost!"
As soon as she finished speaking, Ye Fangxuan disappeared in a flash.
The captain arrived quickly, followed by four young men, all members of the captain's team.
A group of villagers who came to watch the spectacle also accompanied them.
Anyway, it's not the busy farming season now, and everyone's just trying to earn work points in the fields. Now that there's something interesting to see, everyone's come along.
The captain's name was Song Guoqiang, and he was dark-skinned and tall.
Once inside the courtyard, the question arose: "What exactly happened?"
Old Mrs. Song hurriedly recounted how Song Yaohui had stolen her money.
Finally, he added, "Captain, you have to stand up for me! That's my old woman's life savings. I have to make Song Yaohui give it back to me."
Song Guoqiang rolled his eyes.
A lifetime's savings?
Everyone in the village knew that the money she had was a stipend sent back by her eldest son, Song Darong. She would make a scene if they didn't give it to her; she was shameless and selfish.
Anyone who gets stuck with a mother like that is unlucky.
But prejudice aside, he is now the captain of Songjiatun and must handle this matter impartially.
He looked at Song Yaohui and saw that the child's face was covered in injuries, as were his arms and hands; he guessed that the child would be in even worse shape if he took off his clothes.
Who hit him?
Song Yaohui was stunned, not quite understanding the captain's sudden change of thought.
Song Fanxing pointed her little finger at Song Dalong, Song Haitao, and Old Lady Song.
"Uncle Captain, it's them! They beat my older brother to death!"
Song Guoqiang is a bit older than Song Darong, and Song Fanxing calls him uncle.
Song Guoqiang's heart melted when he saw the little boy calling him "uncle" in such a cute and cuddly manner.
He immediately yelled at Old Lady Song and her family, "This is outrageous! Who gave you permission to hit people? If you have a problem, go to the village committee to resolve it. What kind of behavior is this, hitting people? Look at how you've beaten this child. Quickly take him to the village doctor at the entrance for a checkup."
Old Mrs. Song was stunned. "Hey, Captain, are you mistaken? I asked you to come and make Song Yaohui hand over the money he stole from me, not to make decisions for him."
Song Guoqiang glanced at her and said, "Who's the captain, you or me? Who gives you the right to tell me how to do things?"
Of course, Old Lady Song couldn't afford to offend the brigade leader.
What should I do about the money I lost?
Song Guoqiang: "Let's talk about it after the child has seen the injury."
"That won't do."
"Need not!"
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