There was insufficient evidence to prove that Wei Qingmiao was involved in human trafficking, so he was released directly. Wei Qinghao from the third house was involved in the trafficking of women and children, and with both witnesses and evidence, he was arrested directly. It is said that he may be sent directly to a border agricultural reform camp for more than ten years of forced labor.
Upon hearing the news, Aunt Wei San fainted on the ground. When she woke up again, she and other members of the Wei family were already on the ox cart heading back to Magou Village.
"Ah! You little whore! You evil woman! Why don't you just die outside? You're the one who killed my son. I'll kill you!"
Wei Ci was protected by Wei Qingfeng behind him, and Aunt Wei San who rushed over missed her and almost fell off the ox cart. Uncle Wei San was so scared that he was scared to death and broke out in a cold sweat.
"Aunt San, please be reasonable. My sister is not the one who harmed your son. We are the victims. You are looking for the wrong person for revenge!"
Aunt Wei San was beating her chest and crying loudly while sitting on the ox cart. She only had one son and one daughter. Her most precious son was put into prison and she didn't know when he would come out. If she died unexpectedly, wouldn't she never see her son again in her life?
"My poor son! How can I live like this after being harmed by that damned bastard?"
Wei Qingfeng covered his daughter Wei Ci's ears to prevent her from hearing the dirty words. She was still young and could not be corrupted.
Wei Qingmiao's eyes flashed in the corner. She glanced at Wei Ci, who was protected by Wei Qingfeng like a treasure. Jealousy and resentment flashed across her face. Before she could say anything, she suddenly felt a darkness in front of her. The next second, she was thrown onto the ox cart, and the back of her head hit the protruding handle heavily. She screamed in pain and her face turned several degrees paler.
Aunt Wei San grabbed Wei Qingmiao's neck tightly, squeezing so hard that veins popped out of her forehead, and her features were as ferocious as a demon: "Bitch! It's all because of you, this unlucky star, that our Qinghao has been ruined! Why don't you just die! Die!"
The ox cart, which was originally small and could only carry six or seven people, immediately became a mess. The sounds of beating and scolding drifted away with the clattering sound of oxen's hooves.
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