The world is broken, the cubs mend it

Aunt Wang collapsed on the ground and cried loudly. The two elders of the Wang family were choked by the smoke and kept coughing. They were supported and sat in the yard to wipe their tears.

The house burned down during the New Year's Day, which was a bad start for the year.

Village chief Wang asked people to call all the children in the village and ask them who had put the firecrackers in there.

Turning around, he saw Wang Lele still holding two firecrackers in his hand, so he asked, "You didn't come here to set off firecrackers, did you?"

"We didn't, we put it on there."

Yuanyuan shook her head and pointed in the direction of the road.

"That's good." Village Chief Wang breathed a sigh of relief and turned to look at Wang Ziheng: "Have all the kids been called here?"

When he was having the reunion dinner at noon, he saw a few people picking up firecrackers.

"There are two more. Uncle Ergui went to find them."

Wang Ziheng stood beside him with a frown on his face. It looked like the house was uninhabitable.

The adobe houses in the countryside all have wooden beam roofs, with wooden boards or bamboo rafts laid on the top to store grains and sundries.

The wood that had been dried all year round burned very quickly when it came into contact with sparks. By the time the fire was under control, only the kitchen was left of Aunt Wang's house.

The fire was so severe that only some valuable items were salvaged; everything else was burned to ashes.

The old couple of the Wang family wanted to jump into the fire and take out all the things, but they were pulled back by the villagers nearby.

More than a dozen children in the village were called over and stood in a row.

Village chief Wang stepped forward and asked them if they had stuffed firecrackers into Aunt Wang's straw stack. Several children stayed at home the whole time and did not go out.

When they heard that the fire in Aunt Wang's house was caused by firecrackers, several children lowered their heads guiltily, with their hands behind their backs and evasive eyes.

Wang Jiaqiang never expected that a firecracker he casually put in would burn down his house. He was immediately frightened and broke out in a cold sweat, his face was tense and his pupils were trembling.

He was not a three-year-old child, so of course he knew how serious the matter was. No matter how much his family loved him, he would definitely not escape a beating if he burned down the house.

"Jiaqiang, did you stuff these firecrackers in?"

Village chief Wang noticed that something was wrong with these children and looked at him with a serious look.

They are usually the most mischievous ones in the village, so it is probably them.

"No... it wasn't me!" Wang Jiaqiang raised his head suddenly when his name was called out. He stuttered and glanced around, landing on the little ones, as if he had found a life-saving straw: "It was... they stuffed it. I saw them stuffing firecrackers into someone else's straw stack."

"You mean them?"

Village chief Wang frowned and showed a bit of displeasure on his face. He knew Yuanyuan and Yingying. They were both very good girls and would never do such a thing.

"Yes... yes, it's them. We all saw it."

Wang Jiaqiang looked at the people who had stuffed the firecrackers with him, and everyone reacted instantly and followed suit to testify.

"It was those three who stuffed it. I saw it with my own eyes. They stuffed more than one family."

"We tried to persuade them not to do this, but they didn't listen!"

"Yes, I saw it myself."

The four men shared a common hatred of the enemy, and spoke as if they had seen it with their own eyes.

The villagers' eyes also fell on the three children, and they realized that they were slandered.

"We didn't, we were the ones who advised you, you're talking nonsense!"

Wang Lele immediately retorted that none of them had ever been here.

"Exactly. Which eye did you see it with? It was obviously you guys who put the firecrackers in there."

Wang Yingying's face turned red with anger, thinking that they were deliberately framing her.

The two sides started arguing, and they were no match for the older kids.

What several of them said made sense, and their excuses seemed particularly pale.

Aunt Wang wailed for a long time, and believing her son's words, she immediately rushed forward and raised her hand to slap Yuanyuan in the face.

The little guy listened to their argument without saying anything. When he looked up, he saw the fat aunt rushing towards him and trying to hit him.

"What are you doing? Don't hit anyone without knowing the whole story."

Wang Ziheng reacted quickly and pushed the person away. Seeing that she was going after the youngest one with such a clear goal, he became suspicious.

"My child saw that she stuffed it in. Why can't I beat you? You little bastard, I knew you were holding a grudge against me for what happened last time. You are so black-hearted at such a young age. I will beat you to death!"

Aunt Wang was stopped and tried to throw herself forward with her hands raised, cursing and crying. This time she was determined to send Chen Jiahe to jail.

“We didn’t fire any cannons here…”

Yuanyuan was frightened by her ferocious facial features and stood up and hid behind Lele.

"If he says yes, then it's true? We didn't do it, why are you scolding us?"

Wang Lele also pushed the younger one behind him and stood in front of Yingying and Yuanyuan. They had never done it.

"Aunt, if you have something to say, please say it nicely. Jiahe just helped you put out the fire. You can't scold someone's child like that."

Wang Ziheng kept persuading her, fortunately someone helped her, otherwise she would not be able to stop it by herself.

Yingying and Lele's family members were also there, standing in front of her to help her calm down.

How can such a small kid withstand her beating? I hope no one gets killed.

"Who knows if he is a weasel paying New Year's greetings to a chicken? All of you get out of my way..."

Aunt Wang’s scolding became more and more excessive, and in the end it was unbearable to listen to.

The old couple of the Wang family were unreasonable and rushed over to demand an explanation from the three families.

"Golden Harvest..."

When Wang Ziheng saw Chen Jiahe coming back with a bucket of water, he waved to him to come over.

The chaotic scene before him did not disturb Chen Jiahe's thoughts. He roughly understood what was going on.

"You bastard, you must have ordered that little bitch to do this. I'm going to go to the city and sue you, and I'm going to make you die in jail for the rest of your life."

Aunt Wang was stopped from hitting the younger one, so she turned around and pounced on him.

Snapped--

A resounding slap in the face brought silence to the entire audience; Aunt Wang was hit on the side of the face.

"How dare you hit my wife!"

Aunt Wang's husband had been standing by and watching her make a fuss. When he saw her being beaten, he could no longer sit still and rushed forward to pull Chen Jiahe's collar.

Before his hand even touched Chen Jiahe, he received a hard slap in the face.

"I was so busy beating her that I missed you."

Chen Jiahe rubbed his numb palms, and his strong chest heaved violently with anger.

"Jiahe..." Seeing this, Ma Zi quickly put down his carrying pole and rushed over, pulling him back: "Why did you hit someone first?"

Now it's no longer reasonable to be the one who started the fight first, but the words that Aunt Wang just used were really unbearable to hear.

After hearing it, he was too embarrassed to repeat it again.

"Everyone calm down first, stop making a fuss, and talk it out nicely."

Village chief Wang also hurried forward to block the two families, separating them.

"Why did you hit someone? You've done something so evil, and you still dare to do it?"

Half of Aunt Wang's face was burning with pain, and she didn't dare to rush up like she did before.

Even a scoundrel has to give in when he encounters a tough situation.

But she has suffered losses many times and still hasn't learned her lesson.