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"It was you!" Dashan's mother insisted, "You were resentful of Dashan for wanting to adopt Erlin, so you hit him."

Song Yan sneered: "Auntie, you are being unreasonable."

"You wanted to adopt Erlin, but I didn't agree, so I hold a grudge against you, ha." He laughed briefly, full of sarcasm.

Dashan's mother was so angry that she suddenly spat in Song Yan's face.

Fortunately, Song Yan saw that her expression was not right, so she tilted her head to avoid being spit on the face. However, the saliva she sprayed still inevitably splashed on her body.

Song Yan's face looked very ugly. Actually, he was a bit of a germaphobe and paid great attention to personal hygiene. Sometimes there was nothing he could do and he had to endure it.

But being spat on was something he absolutely could not tolerate.

Song Yan twisted Dashan's wrist with her backhand: "Aunt Zhao, your son was beaten up, but you didn't go to find out who beat him up, but came to me to make a scene. Do you think I'm someone who can be bullied easily?"

At this time in the village, a group of people were walking towards Songjiachao in a mighty manner.

Zhang Dashan's face was covered with bruises and there was a big swelling on his forehead.

He wiped his tears and said, "Uncle, you must seek justice for me. Song Dashu is so inhumane. Look at what he did to me."

The aunt beside him was surprised and said, "Oh, how could he be injured so badly? Song Dashu was too cruel."

"That's right. I almost lost my life." Zhang Dashan said miserably.

The old man leaned on his cane and said angrily, "This is outrageous. We in Zhangjia Village will never allow such cruel and vicious people to exist."

The morning sun rose slowly, and the villagers who were carrying hoes and preparing to go to the fields saw this group of people and couldn't help but stop to watch.

"What's the matter, Xiuniang, where are you going?"

My aunt said, "Let's go to the Song family to settle the score. Song Dashu beat Zhang Dashan last night."

The man looked at Zhang Dashan carefully. As soon as he approached, he smelled a foul odor, as if he had stepped on shit. It was extremely smelly.

"Dashan, why do you stink so much?"

Zhang Dashan's face turned red with anger. He took three showers last night, but there was still a lingering bad smell on his body.

Even his wife didn't want to get close to him and said that he deserved it.

He was so angry that he slapped the woman hard.

Damn Song Dashu, damn Aniu.

When they heard that there was something exciting to watch, the villagers who were originally preparing to go to the fields stopped going and followed them, carrying their hoes.

When they arrived at the Song family, dozens of people followed behind them.

Zhang Dashan straightened his back even more. This time he was determined to drive Song Dashu out of their Zhangjia Village.

As soon as they climbed up the stairs, they saw Song Yan grabbing Dashan Niang's wrist and seemed to be hitting her.

Zhang Dashan yelled, "Stop it! It's fine if you hit me, but you also want to hit my mother!"

Song Yan was startled. Who wanted to hit someone?

He looked back and gasped.

Oops.

Dozens of people came towards him aggressively.

Song Yan had to let Dashan Niang go.

The village chief walked up to him, raised his cane and started beating him: "Song Dashu, it's ok that you steal and do bad things on weekdays, but now you dare to hit people. Do you think that the people in our Zhangjia Village are dead?"

Song Yan took two steps back and avoided his crutch.

He shouted, "Aren't you guys with the surname Zhang bullying us people with other surnames?"

"Our parents are gone, and we are the only ones left. Some are small and some are weak." Song Yan looked directly at the village chief without fear, "Go ahead and hit me. Beat me to death."

"Erlin, if I get beaten to death, you must report to the police immediately and say that the head of Zhangjia Village abused private law and wanted to kill us brothers and sisters."

"Brother!" Erlin rushed out with red eyes, "Let's move out. We don't want to live here anymore. They don't consider us their own people at all."

Arya stood at the door, sobbing quietly.

Yaya was frightened and started crying loudly.

People tend to sympathize with the weak. If it were Song Yan, an adult man who is 1.8 meters tall, they might not have the slightest sympathy for him.

But when faced with Erlin and the others who were still children, he subconsciously felt compassion for them.

"Village chief, if you have something to say, let's talk it over nicely. Don't use violence." Someone then spoke up to persuade him.

"Maybe there really is some misunderstanding. Dashan, please say something."

The Niu family members who had been hiding in the yard opposite and peeking finally couldn't help but open the door.

Aunt Niu came out and said, "I have watched Dashu grow up since he was a child. Although he has some bad habits, he has never done anything bad. Village chief, you can't just believe one side's story and bully him because he has no parents."

Listening to Aunt Niu telling lies with her eyes open, Song Yan's mouth twitched and she almost couldn't help laughing.

He straightened his messed-up clothes and said seriously, "Let me tell you."

"Early this morning, Aunt Zhao came and knocked on my door, saying that I beat her son."

"I was very puzzled. I had no grudge against his son. Why would I beat him for no reason?"

Song Yan paused, and then continued, "I spoke to her in a nice way, but she wanted to fight me. I couldn't just stand there and let her beat me, so I grabbed her hand, and that's what you saw."

The others went to see Dashan Niang and indeed saw no injuries on her face, so they nodded.

Seeing that he had resolved the dilemma with just a few words, Zhang Dashan said loudly, "It was obviously you who wanted to take action but didn't have enough time."

I reacted quickly, pulled up my sleeves, and revealed the faint red marks on my wrists: "He just wanted to hit me, look at my wrists, what he has done with them."

Song Yan was speechless. These two people were so good at scamming people that people from later generations would have to admit they were inferior to them.

"Aunt Zhao, you said I wanted to attack you, but I didn't have time." He also pulled off his collar, revealing the scratches on his neck, and smiled bitterly, "Look, who started it first."

Now the evidence was irrefutable. Dashan Niang was out of breath for a moment: "I, I..."

The village chief also realized that he had misunderstood Song Yan. He pretended to cough twice and then frowned again: "Then how do you say that you beat Dashan?"

Song Yan turned around and asked Zhang Dashan: "You said I hit you, how did I hit you?"

Zhang Dashan blurted out: "Last night."

"What time was it last night? We went to bed as soon as it got dark and never went out. How could I have possibly gone and hit you?"

Zhang Dashan was speechless for a moment.

There was a faint smile in Song Yan's eyes, "Then you have to tell me where I beat you up."

Zhang Dashan lied, "Yes, you called me out last night, over there in the woods."

Fortunately, he was smart enough not to say that he was beaten at his home.

Song Yan said, "I remember that you and I have no friendship, why would I ask you to go out?"

Zhang Dashan lied urgently: "You said you wanted to sell Erlin to our family."

"Then why should I hit you?" Song Yan asked back.

"Yes, you want silver. You want ten ounces of silver."

Zhang Dashan described it so vividly, as if it had really happened, and perhaps even he himself believed it.

"According to what you said, I should be very short of silver," Song Yan smiled and glanced at the villagers who were watching. "I have plenty of silver. How could I sell Erlin for just ten taels of silver?"

"How can it be?!"