Song Zhi took out a small knife for self-defense from his pocket, walked behind the three little ones, squatted down with a sullen face, and used the knife to cut the straw that tied them up.
"Stand up, kneel to heaven, kneel to the earth, kneel to your parents. There is no reason to kneel over a dead chicken."
"What are you doing?"
Seeing a yellow-haired girl who appeared out of nowhere and actually let those little bastards go, Wu Caijuan's face turned extremely ugly and she shouted in anger.
Song Zhi fearlessly met her angry gaze and shielded the three little ones behind him.
"Let's not talk about whether they stole the chicken or not. Even if they did, you have no right to lynch it. Isn't it too much to make people kneel over a dead chicken?"
When the three little ones saw Song Zhi speaking for them, they cried and called her, "Sister."
Song Zhi looked at them crying with tears and snot, and took out a handkerchief to wipe their tears.
"Stop crying."
The three little ones stopped sobbing, but their little shoulders were shaking uncontrollably.
"Isn't it too much for them to steal chickens?" Wu Caijuan shouted angrily with her neck stiff.
Her voice was rough and her tone was sharp, which hurt Song Zhi's eardrums.
"It's not certain whether they stole the chicken. Do you have evidence to prove that they stole the chicken?"
"Isn't this chicken of mine in their hands evidence?"
Wu Caijuan was so angry that she laughed.
Looking at Song Zhi's fair and tender face, Wu Caijuan's eyes flashed with disdain. Even a skinny educated youth who had just gone to the countryside dared to meddle in other people's business.
"Secretary, they stole my chickens. This is a done deal. Secretary, you have to make the decision for me."
The village committee secretary was also extremely annoyed by Wu Caijuan's loud voice and just wanted to deal with this troublesome matter quickly.
However, before he could open his mouth, he was interrupted by Song Zhi's clear voice.
"Secretary, this matter has not yet been concluded. We can't just let it go like this, right?"
Song Zhi didn't even give them a chance to respond. He looked down at the three little guys and asked softly, "Dabao, tell me the whole story of how you found the chicken today."
She gave the three little ones an encouraging look, signaling them to be bold and tell everything.
San Ya mustered up her courage, stood up, and timidly told the whole story.
"Today we were picking up unwanted cotton stubble in the cotton field and we saw a dead chicken in the grass on the edge of the field, so we wanted to take it home and eat it."
Having said that, San Ya twisted her fingers even tighter. She paused and looked at Wu Caijuan with some fear.
Wu Caijuan glared at her, and the little girl shrank back in fear, not daring to speak anymore.
"Go on." Song Zhi patted her shoulder and said with a serious face.
San Ya then continued, "I didn't expect to run into Aunt Wu. When she saw the chicken in our hands, she scolded us, saying we stole her chicken."
At that time, Wu Caijuan didn't give them a chance to explain. She beat them up and brought them here.
"This chicken died a long time ago. We didn't steal it!"
San Ya cried and shouted in grievance.
After listening to what the three little ones said, Song Zhi already had an idea in his mind.
"Bullshit! You're just a bunch of liars!"
Wu Caijuan glared at them unhappily.
She turned to look at Wu Caijuan and asked, "What if they really didn't steal the chicken? What will you do?"
"What should we do? This is impossible. They stole the chicken!" Wu Caijuan met her sharp gaze, dodged for a moment, and responded irritably.
Song Zhi narrowed her eyes slightly, her eyes darkening slightly. She asked again, "What are you going to do if you find out that they didn't steal the chicken?"
Wu Caijuan was becoming increasingly annoyed by her question. Seeing her appearance, she looked like a fair and tender educated youth from the city who had never touched the water of the countryside. She gave her a look of disdain and asked directly, "Then what do you say we should do?"
"If it turns out they didn't steal the chicken, you must compensate them for their medical expenses and emotional distress."
Seeing this, Song Zhi frowned, looked down at the bruised faces of the three little guys, and said coldly.
"These three people will definitely not be able to go to work these days, and you have to pay their wages for work."
When Wu Caijuan heard that she would have to pay for it herself, she immediately refused to do it. She pointed at Song Zhi's nose and asked angrily, "What do you mean?"
Song Zhi spread his hands, glanced at her lightly, and said lightly: "I'm just afraid that if someone's chicken dies, they will deliberately blackmail others and slander others for stealing chickens."
She looked at Wu Caijuan's angry face and continued, "Besides, hitting someone is illegal, especially for no reason. I can call the police and have them arrest the attacker directly. Do you believe it?"
Wu Caijuan was so angry at her words that she was furious and pointed at Song Zhi and cursed like a shrew.
"You stupid girl! Who are you trying to blackmail? They stole my chicken, so what if I teach them a lesson? What does this have to do with you? I'm telling you, don't be so ungrateful and meddlesome!"
After scolding Song Zhi, she immediately turned around and cried to the village committee secretary.
"Secretary, did you see that? They all bully me because I'm an orphan and my mother relies on this chicken to survive! They stole my chicken and won't let me get justice! This little girl is in cahoots with them! God have mercy on me, why is my life so miserable..."
The village committee secretary's head hurt because of Wu Caijuan's loud voice.
Seeing Wu Caijuan throwing a tantrum, Song Zhi sneered and said sarcastically, "God sees what people do. Some people know whether they are blackmailing others or not."
These words made Wu Caijuan stop crying. She stared at her with her eyes wide open, her face twisted with anger.
When the village committee secretary saw this situation, he felt an immense headache.
"Do you have any clues?"
At this moment, Tang Junhe, who had been silent all the time, suddenly spoke. He looked at Song Zhi and asked.
Tang Junhe was wearing a military officer's woolen coat, and he looked like an officer in the military camp.
The villagers all respected the people in the military camp. As soon as he opened his mouth, the surroundings instantly became quiet, and even Wu Caijuan shut up in disappointment.
Song Zhi didn't answer him, but looked at the village committee secretary.
"If it turns out that Dabao and his gang didn't steal the chicken, what will the secretary do?"
The village committee secretary said impartially, "If they didn't steal the chicken, I will seek justice for them."
"How to uphold justice?" Song Zhi asked again.
Hearing this, the village committee secretary glanced at her and immediately understood what she meant. He could only continue, "If they didn't steal the chicken, let Wu Caijuan compensate the three of them for their lost wages and medical expenses."
Wu Caijuan was furious when she heard this. Her face changed drastically, and she roared with a twisted expression, "Secretary, how could you collude with them and bully a widow like me!"
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