Flip the table and divide the family property! Take his wife and daughter into the mountains and eat

On the ski slope at the west end of the village, a unique "encirclement and capture" operation is coming to an end.

Lin Qiang did not escape after all.

It wasn't that he didn't want to run, but the physical conditions simply didn't allow it.

The cotton pants, soaked with urine and quickly freezing, were now clamping his thighs tightly like two iron plates.

With each step he took, he had to overcome tremendous physical resistance, accompanied by excruciating pain from the repeated rubbing of ice shards against his inner thighs.

"Snap... Ouch... Snap... Ouch..."

Before he could move even ten meters, Aunt Pang had already caught up with him.

This plump auntie usually keeps work points in the production team, and her strength is ridiculously strong.

Without saying a word, she grabbed Lin Qiang by the back of the neck and pulled him back like a chick.

"Run?! You dare to run?!"

The plump aunt shouted so loudly that the snow on the trees started falling:

"Running around in the street with your big red butt exposed, are you afraid the whole village won't know your Lin family is shameless?!"

"Auntie! Be gentle! Be gentle!"

Lin Qiang was forced to stop, and due to inertia, his frozen crotch pressed directly against his chest, causing him to gasp in pain.

"It's broken! It's about to break!!"

"What's broken? I think you're just crooked!"

Sister-in-law Guiying caught up with her, carrying a broom for sweeping the kang (a heated brick bed).

She didn't dare hit Lin Qiang in the front (because she thought it was dirty), but instead aimed specifically at his bare back:

"Tell me! Running around naked in broad daylight, are you trying to sneak into someone's widow's bed?!"

"I'm innocent!!"

Lin Qiang cried while covering his buttocks, and snot bubbles even froze out of his nose:

"I was bitten by a dog! My pants were torn by Zhao Shanhe's dog! I'm completely innocent!"

"fart!"

Er Ya's mother spat:

"Those people in Shanhe are civilized, and their dog is a civilized dog too! How could it do something as vulgar as pulling down someone's pants? You must have done something wicked that even your dog couldn't stand it!"

"Don't waste your breath on him!"

The plump aunt waved her hand with the air of a general:

"We can't handle this kind of thuggish behavior. Let's go! Take him to the brigade headquarters! Find Director Wang!"

Director Wang is the village's women's director, and she is known for her incorruptibility and impartiality, specializing in punishing all kinds of misconduct.

If any man dares to beat his wife or act like a hooligan, he'll be in deep trouble if he falls into her hands.

"I'm not going! I'm not going to see Director Wang!"

Upon hearing this name, Lin Qiang turned pale with fright. If this were classified as "hooliganism," he would be paraded through the streets in public criticism!

"It's not up to you!"

Several old women swarmed forward, some grabbing arms, others pushing back.

Because his crotch was frozen, Lin Qiang couldn't bend his legs and could only be carried by this group of people, dragging his two legs straight across the snow like a zombie.

The two tattered strips of cloth behind his buttocks still swayed stubbornly in the cold wind.

Just as this grand "escort team" passed by a large pile of firewood by the roadside...

Lin Qiang has a sharp eye.

He immediately spotted half a black cotton trouser leg peeking out from under the haystack of the woodpile, still trembling.

That's his father, Lin Dapao!

That old thing ran faster than a rabbit just now; so he was hiding here!

The thought of his own father throwing him down to shield him from a bullet filled Lin Qiang with rage and malice.

Since I'm not going to make it, you won't have an easy time either!

"Auntie! Don't just arrest me!"

Lin Qiang suddenly shouted at the top of his lungs:

"I'm just a small-time thug! The big thugs are over there!!"

"Huh?" Auntie Pang was taken aback.

Lin Qiang stretched out his fingers, red from the cold, and pointed intently at the woodpile:

"My dad! Lin Dapao! He's the one who took me there! He was just peeking at people washing up from the wall... mmm!"

Although Lin Dapao didn't peep at his father taking a bath, Lin Qiang was willing to throw any dirty water on his own father just to drag someone down with him.

"Well, if the upper beam is crooked, the lower beam will be crooked too!"

Upon hearing this, Guiying's anger instantly reached its peak:

"I knew it! Where did that coward Lin Qiang get his guts? Turns out he was instigated by that old scoundrel! Sisters, search him!"

A group of people suddenly surrounded the woodpile.

Hearing his son's shout from inside, Lin Dapao was so angry he almost had a stroke.

Just as he was about to shrink back a little, Er Ya's sharp-eyed mother grabbed his ankle.

"Come out here!"

Er Ya's mother pulled hard.

"Ouch, my back!"

Lin Dapao was dragged out of the woodpile like a radish.

His appearance at this moment was no better than Lin Qiang's: his head was covered with rotten leaves, his face was covered with blood streaks, his trouser legs were covered with snow, and most importantly, the huge "filial son footprint" on his buttocks was still clearly visible in the sunlight.

"It's a misunderstanding! It's all a misunderstanding!"

Even after being dragged out, Lin Dapao was still stubbornly arguing:

"I...I'm just checking out firewood here! I don't know this kid!"

"Not familiar with each other?"

Aunt Pang laughed when she heard this, her laughter carrying three parts mockery and seven parts disdain.

With one hand on her hip, she poked the nose of the simpleton next to her with the other:

"How come his big donkey face looks exactly like yours?!"

"Those squinty eyes, that flat nose—he's clearly a cut from the Lin family! Even if you burn him to ashes, he's still your son!"

After speaking, Aunt Pang glanced down and pointed to Lin Dapao's hindquarters:

"And another thing! If we're not familiar with each other, what's with that big footprint on your butt?"

"Look at this pattern, it matches the canvas shoes this kid's wearing perfectly! What, are passersby going to stamp your butt?"

"It looks like it was kicked down from above. Is this what they call 'not familiar'?"

"This..." Lin Dapao was speechless.

"Stop explaining! Come with us to see Director Wang!"

Sister Guiying waved her hand: "Bring both of them along! Today we're going to get an explanation for our women comrades!"

As a result, an even more spectacular scene unfolded on the streets of Kaoshantun.

Ahead, Lin Qiang, naked from the waist down, walked with stiff, duck-like steps, supported by two women, his pants making a "crackling" sound as he walked.

Behind him, Lin Dapao, clutching his aching back, was being pushed and shoved by a group of people, looking dejected.

This father and son, one naked and the other with a painted face.

Surrounded by onlookers and pointing fingers, they moved miserably toward the brigade headquarters, the place that represented "trial."

The villagers who passed by were overjoyed.

"Hey, isn't this the Lin family, father and son? What's going on?"

"I heard she went to Zhao Shanhe's house to peep, got bitten on the butt by a dog, and was caught red-handed by Aunt Pang and the others!"

"Serves them right! This time, Director Wang will skin them alive!"

At this moment, in the cold wind.

Lin Qiang sniffled, turned his head to glance at his father, who was covered in dust and dirt behind him, and a strange sense of balance welled up inside him:

"Dad, you're not running away, are you?"

Lin Dapao gritted his teeth and cursed in a voice only he and his son could hear:

"When we get home, I'm going to break that frozen thing of yours!"