Old Mrs. Song is reborn; get out of here, you scumbag husband and illegitimate child!

Song Tingting walked at the front, tightly gripping the bamboo pole used to support the banner.

She was so scared that her legs were shaking.

His throat tightened, but looking at the mess in the yard and Lin Fang, who was almost unrecognizable, the anger that burned from the bottom of his heart overwhelmed his fear.

"Stop domestic violence! It's everyone's responsibility!"

That shout came out.

The voice cracked, yet it sounded like a thunderclap.

More than twenty teenagers joined in the shouting.

The voice was young, but it had a strong penetrating power.

The crowd of onlookers blocked the entrance to the courtyard.

There is one from Gengjiazhuang.

Some people followed along the way.

Looking at those white cloths with black lettering.

An uproar erupted in the crowd.

"What is this thing? It looks like a funeral procession."

An old man with a pipe clenched his teeth and scoffed, "These days, who cares about someone beating their wife? If a woman is disobedient, just give her a beating, what's with all the talk about 'awakening'?"

Several men with similarly outdated ideas joined in the commotion:

"These students shouldn't be studying; they're meddling in other people's business."

In the crowd.

Several women whose eyes were originally red heard this.

He lowered his head even further.

Some of the younger men couldn't help but retort:

"It's wrong to beat someone to death. You marry a wife to spend your life with her, so why should she be beaten and scolded?"

"We live in a new society where men and women are equal."

Captain Geng's face turned as black as the bottom of a pot.

This matter can be made into a big fuss in the village.

Once these students report it to the commune, or even the county.

Does he still want to be the captain?

The captain yelled at Song Tingting:

"Tear that rag off."

When the men of Gengjiazhuang heard the brigade leader speak, they immediately felt as if they had found their backbone.

I saw these kids still chanting slogans.

He rolled up his sleeves and rushed over.

"You little brats, I'm going to teach you a lesson on behalf of your parents!"

Among the onlookers.

Several men from other villages couldn't bear to watch any longer.

He stepped out and stood in front of the students.

"They are children."

The Geng family pointed at the white banner and shouted:

"Look what they've done! Is this something children should do? They've slapped the face of Gengjiazhuang!"

An older woman holding a child sneered:

"A child is still a child, no matter how old they are. You bunch of grown men, you bully women and then you bully children, how powerful you are."

"They're still students. If they break something, can you afford to pay for it?"

The Geng family: ...

These kids are holding up these creepy signs.

Even more ruthless than adults.

In her previous life, Song Tingting was timid and submissive.

In this life, I am like a shining little sun.

"Tingting, have you called the police?" Song Xianglan asked loudly.

"A classmate has gone to call the police!" Song Tingting shouted back, the veins in her neck bulging. "I'll be there right away!"

Upon hearing this, the Geng family called the police.

His expression changed, but since it was a family matter, he didn't take it too seriously.

Not long after.

Two or three uniformed police officers pushed bicycles and squeezed into the crowd, panting.

When the police arrived...

That would be a different kind of deterrent.

The once messy courtyard became much quieter in an instant.

Upon seeing the blood all over the ground and the person lying motionless, the police officer in charge frowned deeply.

"What's going on? Who called the police? Is this a group fight?"

"Officer!"

Before the Geng family could speak, Tang Juhua suddenly burst into a deafening wail.

The commotion was much greater than before.

Her robust body was like a moving mountain as she lunged at the police officer in charge of mediation, grabbing him tightly and refusing to let go.

"Officer! You must do us justice!"

The policeman was a tall, thin man. When Tang Juhua hugged him, he almost lost his balance and was pressed down. His face turned red from being squeezed. He tried to pull his legs out, but found that this fat woman was surprisingly strong.

"Sister-in-law, please let go of my hand and let's talk this out..."

The dried bloodstains on Tang Juhua's face were washed away by her tears, making them appear even more red and white, a shocking sight.

"We had made an appointment with my husband's older sister today, but when we got there we couldn't find her. After asking around, we found out that my husband's older sister had been beaten all the way back from the street by Geng Lao Er."

She pointed to Lin Fang in the corner.

Her hands were trembling: "My family wanted to come and see us. But those thugs from the Geng family, they locked the door and beat us up! Look at the way they beat us, our faces are covered in blood!"

The police officer turned and glanced at Lin Fang.

Even the police officers, who were used to seeing disputes, were taken aback.

The bruises on his neck were a dark purple.

Grandma Geng jumped up and down, cursing, "They did it themselves! It was a ruse! Look how they sat on my third son, his ribs are almost broken."

"Hitting yourself?"

The chrysanthemum soup was even more potent.

He turned to the crowd and shouted, "Folks, everyone be the judge! What idiot would beat themselves to death? I'm not mentally ill!"

Laughter erupted from the crowd of onlookers.

"Who would want to punch themselves in the face until they're covered in blood? Old Geng's story is just too ridiculous to be true."

"He beat someone's wife like that, and then wouldn't let her family do anything about it."

The police officers understood the situation.

Although Tang Juhua and her group seemed quite fierce, it was clear that the Geng family was in the wrong.

Song Xianglan clutched her chest, her voice clear:

"Mediator, Lin Fang's demands are a divorce and compensation!"

"divorce?"

Upon hearing these two words, Geng Yutian, who had been curled up on the ground, suddenly raised his head.

He was in excruciating pain in that area.

His features were contorted, his eyes filled with resentment and malice:

"That bitch, born a member of the Geng family, will die a ghost of the Geng family! She only deserves to receive paper money burned for the dead!"

Song Xianglan pointed at Geng Yutian and shouted, "He dares to say that in front of you mediators! If this kind of person isn't arrested, who will be responsible if someone dies in the future?"

The police officer's face darkened.

Pointing at Geng Yutian, he shouted:

"Do you know this is illegal? If you dare to threaten me again, I'll take you back to the station and lock you up immediately!"

Geng Yutian reluctantly shut his mouth.

His eyes were still fierce.

The police officer in charge of mediation was also having a headache.

The saying goes, "It's better to tear down ten temples than to break up one marriage," and most people advise reconciliation rather than separation.

"Well, ma'am, every couple has their disagreements. I think you should calm down first..."

These words were spoken.

Song Tingting slammed the bamboo pole in her hand to the ground.

"The mediator is wrong."

Are we supposed to stay calm even if someone beats us to death? We need to keep an eye on things and see if anyone is taking sides.

"If an official doesn't serve the people, he might as well go home and sell sweet potatoes."

Song Tingting shouted.

"Sweet potatoes are our sweet potatoes," the students behind him replied in unison.

This unexpected explanation added a touch of absurdity to the tense atmosphere.

That earnestness, however, made it impossible to laugh.

The mediator's face turned green.

A young wife shouted:

"Mediator, if it were your daughter, or your own sister or younger sister lying there barely clinging to life, would you still be able to calmly persuade them to reconcile?"

This question.

It strikes straight to the soul.

The mediator opened his mouth.

I just couldn't bring myself to say it.

They struggled like this for more than half an hour.

The Geng family is adamant that even if they divorce, they will not pay any compensation.

Even if the ugly woman stays, they should agree as long as they get a divorce.

Song Xianglan, supporting her aching back, said in a cold, hard voice, "Tingting, let's go to the county. Let's sit at the entrance of the food factory."

Geng Yuyang is a permanent employee; I'll see if the factory cares about him.

Song Tingting held up the banner.

"Classmates, we're heading to the county now. As we walk, we'll hold this banner high so everyone in Qingyang County knows how the Geng family beats their wives!"

This time.

Geng Yuyang, who had been hiding in the back without saying a word, panicked.

He was the team leader in the factory, and he was about to be nominated for an advanced worker award.

If a group of students were to hold up such a banner and block the factory gate, the whole factory and even the whole county would know that his family had committed such a disgraceful act, and his future would be completely ruined.

He grabbed Old Lady Geng, who was about to throw a tantrum.

"Stop making a scene, give them compensation, and make them divorce."

Grandma Geng refused.

"She should pay compensation; your second brother's youth is gone."

"Do I still want my job?"

Geng Yuyang's eyes were bloodshot with anxiety. He lowered his voice and roared, "If we lose our jobs, how will this whole family survive? Let them get a divorce! Now!"

Old Geng: "Divorce! Get it done right now!"

"Song Xianglan pressed her advantage, "Lin Fang has been a slave to your family for years, and she's been crippled and needs medical treatment. It's a thousand yuan, not a penny less."

"Why don't you just rob me?" Old Mrs. Geng shrieked. "Even if you sold Lin Fang, she wouldn't be worth a thousand!"

"Then let's go to the factory to talk."

Geng Yuyang now only wants to settle things peacefully.

"I don't have that much cash at home, I only have five hundred. Can I write an IOU for the rest?"

"No, cash."

Song Xianglan refused to budge an inch.

"With the Geng family being so powerful in the village, how could they not be able to borrow money?"

Geng Yuyang had no choice.

Tell Grandma Geng to quickly take out her secret stash of money.

Someone had already prepared a letter of introduction and brought both families to the county to complete the divorce procedures.

The money was handed over to Lin Fang.

Three old ladies, Song Xianglan, Liu Dahua, and Liu Chunhua, blocked the doorway and stretched out their hands.

"And our medical expenses."

Song Xianglan pointed to the blood on her face, "We came here out of kindness to break up the fight, and you beat us up like this. You have to pay us compensation."

"Didn't I just give them a thousand?" Geng Yuyang broke down.

"That's for Lin Fang, what does it have to do with us?"

Liu Dahua rolled her eyes. "Fine, you don't have to pay. The banner is still there. Shall we go back to the factory and talk some more?"

Looking at those eager students, Geng Yuyang felt like his brain was about to burst.

Five yuan per person.

"one hundred."

"This is robbery!"

Song Xianglan had a look on her face as if she were robbing someone. "We don't even care about a hundred. Let's go to the factory and chat about a couple of shocking and scandalous secrets about the Geng family."

Everyone: "..."

I want to hear it.

Geng Yuyang: "..."

Nonsense.

In the end, one person extorted fifty yuan.

Even Tang Juhua, Lin Gang's wife, and Liu Chounu received compensation.