"Second brother, I have a headache and feel dizzy. I feel like throwing up."
This is what Li Xiangdong taught them: if they get into a fight and are hit, they should say they have a headache, feel dizzy, and want to vomit. Even if they go to the hospital, the doctor won't be able to find anything wrong, and the only diagnosis they'll get is a concussion.
As soon as Gai Feng saw Li Xiangjie, she immediately followed, "I'm dizzy too, I want to throw up too!"
He even gagged twice as he spoke.
Erhu looked at Li Xiangjie on his left, then at Gaifeng on his right, and then at Li Xiangdong. He finally understood and groaned, saying that his head hurt.
"Uncle Dachun, could you please put my brother and the others down? These three people are showing symptoms that resemble concussions! If someone dies because you took matters into your own hands, wouldn't that be terrible?"
"Bullshit, I didn't hit their heads!" Pan Jiqing roared.
"Oh? Where did you hit?"
"I called it..."
Pan Jiqing was so provoked that he almost blurted out the truth, but a glare from Pan Dachun brought him to his senses, and he promptly stopped himself from speaking.
Li Xiangdong gave a cold laugh, turned around and said to Erhu's father, "Uncle Wang, please go and put Erhu and the others down."
After saying that, he turned to Pan Dachun and a group of more than ten people, young and old, from Panjiazhuang and said, "One thing at a time. Let's talk about the matter of Pan Jiqing beating Li Xiangjie, Wang Erhu, and Liu Gaifeng. Everyone can testify to that, since Uncle Dachun and Pan Jiqing have admitted it themselves."
"As for Pan Jiqing, you said your leg was also injured by being kicked. That's easy to handle. All four of you go to the county hospital and let the doctor diagnose you, and everything will be clear."
Pan Jiqing naturally dared not go. He was not injured at all; he had just made up an excuse to stop Li Xiangdong from saying anything.
"As for the peach theft, I do know a little about it."
Li Xiangdong kept everyone in suspense, his gaze slowly sweeping over the people of Panjiazhuang who were all listening intently to the gossip.
"Tell me what exactly happened!"
Someone in the crowd spoke up, and as if someone had taken the lead, everyone chimed in, "Tell me, who stole it?"
"If we find out who stole it, we'll chop off their hands and break their legs!"
"They're stealing food from our mouths!"
"That's right, that's right! If he steals a peach, we'll get one less peach's worth of money! My kids are waiting for that money to buy some cloth to make shoes; their shoes are already showing through their toes!"
"The peach thief must be caught!"
Li Xiangdong watched with satisfaction as the crowd grew increasingly indignant. Once the anger reached its peak, he slowly spoke, “Uncles, aunts, and grandmas, you must all be here to help because you care about Taoyuan. It’s truly touching! You are all good members, willing to give up your work points for the collective good!”
In fact, it was Li Xiangdong who sent Guo Yuxi and Li Guoqing to the fields where the Panjiazhuang brigade was working to shout that someone was stealing peaches and to catch the peach thief!
"I'm sure everyone wants to know if my brother stole the peaches in this basket. Actually, it's quite simple. You probably don't know that our country has a criminal investigation technique called fingerprint detection!"
“During fingerprint testing, we only need to check if my brother and his two brothers have fingerprints on these peaches to know if they stole them. But if only Pan Jiqing's fingerprints are on them, does that prove that Pan Jiqing framed the people in our Lijiapo brigade?”
Another uproar erupted in the crowd, with some people skeptical that such a miraculous technology existed.
Some people say that our country has even invented the atomic bomb, so fingerprint detection technology, even if it is amazing, must have been invented long ago.
Some people, eager for a good show, loudly suggested, "Let's send the peaches out for testing; we're sure they'll be able to tell the difference."
Pan Jiqing quietly took a step back and stood at the back of the crowd.
Li Xiangdong glanced at him, ignored him, and continued, "As for the more than 1,000 jin of peaches that your brigade lost, I should know where they went."
"Where did you go! Tell me now!"
"Hurry up and tell us, we'll go catch the peach thief right away."
"Yes, are the stolen peaches still there? Is there any way to recover some of the loss?"
"Catch the thief and make him pay!"
Li Xiangdong pressed his hands down to stop the chattering crowd, and spoke in a clear voice, "I don't know if everyone knows, but there's an idiom in this world called 'the thief who is in charge of guarding the place steals from it'!"
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