From afar, Wang Guihua saw Widow Yang's shrill voice, trembling slightly, shouting from within the crowd: "Ning Jing, don't push your luck!"
Upon hearing what Widow Yang said, Wang Guihua became anxious and forcefully pushed her way through the crowd.
"Yang Jinhua, what are you trying to do...!?"
Then her body stiffened. What did she see?
All that could be seen was Ning Jing holding Widow Yang's collar with one hand and holding a sickle to Widow Yang's neck with the other.
Ning Jing is about 1.62 meters tall, while Yang Jinhua is only 1.55 meters tall.
Therefore, it was effortless for Ning Jing to grab Yang Jinhua by the collar.
Originally, Ning Jing hadn't eaten breakfast, and since she was just recovering, she didn't have much energy.
But what could he do when that sickle was pressed against his neck?
Even though Widow Yang was stronger than Ning Jing, she didn't dare to move at all.
Just as everyone was trying to persuade Ning Jing to put down the sickle, a loud shout came from outside the crowd.
What are you all doing?
Are you bored after a full meal?
Instead of working in the fields, they're just blocking the way and asking for trouble!
Upon hearing the shout, everyone immediately parted to reveal an old man with a long, dark face and a pipe standing outside the crowd.
If you were to ask who the villagers of Xishan Village respect most, it would undoubtedly be the village chief, Tan Dingguo.
He is old-fashioned, but still very responsible.
He served in the army and fought in battles. He was discharged from the army in the year of liberation because of a leg injury.
Therefore, at the age of just over forty, he was elected as the village chief of Xishan Village.
A few days ago, when it was time for the autumn harvest, he instructed the production team leader to have everyone in the village rush to harvest.
Now this group of people are actually pretending to comply while secretly watching the show instead of doing any work. Tan Dingguo was so angry that he gripped his pipe tightly, and the veins on his forehead bulged.
Seeing the expressions on everyone's faces, Ning Jing knew that the person who came was definitely a tough nut to crack.
Moreover, he should be a respected person in the village.
Widow Yang, her voice trembling slightly, feigned fear and called out, "Village Chief."
The moment the voice left her lips, Ning Jing heard it and her heart stirred.
It happened in the blink of an eye.
Ning Jing threw the sickle that was originally held to Widow Yang's neck to the ground, burst into tears, and then rushed to Tan Dingguo's feet.
"Village chief, we can't live like this anymore!"
Red Star sacrificed his life for the country. His body is barely cold, and yet people are already slandering and insulting me, a family member of a martyr!
If it weren't for my children, I would have preferred to go with Hongxing!
"I'd rather die than live in this world and be insulted like this!"
For a fleeting moment, Tan Dingguo was completely stunned.
Then he saw that Hongxing's former clay-sculpted wife had suddenly become a completely different person, rolling around and acting spoiled at his feet.
After calming himself down and listening to what Ning Jing said, his face immediately fell.
Having served in the military myself, I know the hardships of being a soldier, and I also know how difficult it is to be a soldier's wife.
Moreover, according to the news brought by Fu Bingqiang, that kid Hongxing has sacrificed himself.
It is said that the authorities are preparing to appease the families of the martyrs by offering them a job in the city as compensation.
If Ning Jing were to get into trouble right now, putting aside everything else, how would he explain it to his superiors?
"Get up and speak properly."
Who said that? Step forward!
Tan Dingguo, with a stern face, first said something to Ning Jing, then raised his head and glanced around before asking a question.
The crowd quickly moved a step away from Widow Yang.
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