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

Everyone went to the police station.

The police station compound was in complete chaos.

Old Mrs. Yan covered her cheek and groaned. Yan Ergou was so scared that he wet himself and rolled his eyes, pretending to be dead.

Several men from Yanjiazhuang were yelling that they were seriously injured and needed to go to the hospital.

Song Xianglan glanced at the tragic scene over there.

He turned to look at Erhua.

Song Xianglan raised her hand and punched Nie Erhua in the corner of the eye.

"Cough!" Nie Erhua was so hit that she staggered and almost fell to the ground.

Song Xianglan didn't stop, turning to look at Widow Wang. Half of Widow Wang's face was swollen, from being hit by one of the Yan family men during the earlier brawl.

"Do you want medical expenses?" Song Xianglan asked in a low voice.

Widow Wang's eyes instantly lit up like light bulbs.

"think!"

"If you want to, then listen to me." Song Xianglan reached out and pressed her thumb against Widow Wang's already swollen cheekbone, rubbing it hard twice.

"Awooo—!"

Widow Wang's scream was more pitiful than a pig being slaughtered, and tears instantly streamed down her face. "It hurts so much! That damned Yan family dog! I was dizzy and saw my dead husband waving at me!"

Without even lifting her eyelids, Song Xianglan turned around and punched Song Erge, who was watching the commotion, twice in the face.

Second Brother Song:

"..."

What did he do to deserve this?

After doing all this, Song Xianglan immediately put on an expression as if she was about to die, and shouted at the top of her lungs at the police officers who had just walked over:

"Officer, those guys are done for. They're dizzy, nauseous, and seeing stars. They must have had concussions."

The police took a look.

Good guy.

These victims all looked pained, and Widow Wang's face was red, swollen, and shiny, which was indeed frightening to look at.

Brother Song clutched his stomach and gasped for breath.

Yan Ergou stared at Nie Erhua with a sallow complexion.

Erhua met his gaze, her whole body began to tremble, her face turned pale and she broke out in a cold sweat.

He clutched his head in his hands, overcome with unconscious fear, "Don't hit me..."

"Quickly. Get the wounded to the clinic for examination!" The police officer in charge didn't dare to be careless and waved his hand.

On the way to the health center, Song Xianglan whispered something in Widow Wang's ear.

"Remember, when the doctor asks where it hurts, say you're dizzy, have a headache, feel nauseous, and seeing stars. As long as you stick to these points, the Yan family will have to pay compensation, otherwise this matter isn't over."

Upon hearing the word "losses," Widow Wang completely forgot about her pain.

She thought about it and felt that the previous thrust wasn't strong enough.

When no one was paying attention, he raised his fist and punched his other cheek twice.

Song Xianglan's eye twitched.

That woman.

He's ruthless to himself when it comes to money; he's got the makings of someone who's going to achieve great things.

When the group arrived at the health center, they bumped into Old Zhao as soon as they entered the corridor.

Old Zhao was taken aback when he saw Song Xianglan and her group of wounded and defeated soldiers: "Oh, you've all been wiped out... and you're all coming to the hospital as a group?"

Song Xianglan ignored his teasing.

I peeked into the ward.

Song Xiangmei was lying on the bed with her head wrapped in gauze. When she saw Song Xianglan come in, she looked away for a moment and then shrank her head under the covers.

"That's really something."

Song Xianglan stood by the bed, coldly watching her eldest sister.

He said with disdain:

"I've lived most of my life, and my brain is all in my appendix. Even removing it would be too much of a hassle. I've been sold out and I still have to count the money for them. Are you happy now?"

"I told you to bring people to smash things up, and you and Xiao Chuan just walked right in and got beaten up."

Song Xiangmei shivered in her blankets.

He didn't dare to say a word.

She thought the Yan family was in the wrong and wouldn't dare to take action.

Who knew that family would beat her to death?

Song Xianglan didn't have time to waste words with her and turned to leave the ward.

The police sent someone to call me back, saying they needed me to go back and give a statement.

They returned to the police station.

The atmosphere became much more serious.

In the interrogation room, Song Xianglan sat in a chair, her back ramrod straight.

She took out a cloth bag from her inner pocket and gave the police the medical report from Pingcheng Hospital and the medical record from Haishi Hospital.

"Officers, take a look."

Song Xianglan pointed to the papers, "My niece, Nie Erhua, was a perfectly healthy person, but Yan Ergou sold her to a remote mountain village like livestock. There, that old bachelor chained her up with iron chains... If we had arrived a moment later, she would be gone."

The police officer in charge of taking notes flipped through the medical records.

His brows furrowed deeper and deeper, and his face turned ashen.

Song Xianglan continued:

"Yan Ergou's behavior is treating us women like commodities."

This is a malignant tumor of the old society.

Our country now advocates gender equality, and women hold up half the sky.

If this kind of crime isn't severely punished, our daughters, sisters, and granddaughters will have to live in constant fear when they walk down the street. We can't let the poisonous winds of the old society permeate the land.

These words were taken to a whole new level.

The young police officers listened with great enthusiasm, their hands gripping their pens tightly.

"He must be severely punished! This kind of scum must be executed to appease public anger!" A young policeman couldn't help but slam his fist on the table.

Yan Ergou was locked in the next room, and it was said he was going to be shot.

He was so frightened that he collapsed to the ground.

They didn't even have the strength to beg for mercy.

"Interrogate Yan Ergou thoroughly; he probably has other bad intentions." Song Xianglan hadn't expected her to be right.

After dealing with Yan Ergou's matter.

Song Xianglan changed the subject, pointing to Yan Dazhu, who was sitting in the corner with a gloomy face.

"And then there's him. As the captain, he led the joint defense team to take sides and protect human traffickers. If it weren't for his usual leniency, would Yan Ergou dare to be so arrogant?"

Yan Dazhu was already furious.

The large pot was dumped on him, making his head buzz.

"You...you're slandering me!" Yan Dazhu jumped up. "I was there to maintain order. I was carrying out official duties!"

"Then why did your wife scratch your face?" Song Xianglan added sarcastically.

Yan Dazhu almost choked on his breath.

He pointed at Song Xianglan, his fingers trembling:

"You...you have to clarify things for me. You made up those stories about me and Old Lady Yan in the village just now, and you have to explain them to me clearly."

Song Xianglan's eyes darted around, then she suddenly smiled:

"Okay, let me think... Compensation for emotional distress, lost wages, nutritional expenses, and medical expenses—it's not easy for such a large group of people to make this trip..."

After a protracted struggle, Yan's relatives gritted their teeth and scraped together the money in order to avoid being detained.

Yan Ergou can't escape now.

He was immediately taken to a detention center, where he will face severe legal punishment.

Before leaving.

Yan Dazhu, his face dark, stopped Song Xianglan. "We've paid the money, and the man's been arrested. You'd better go explain to my wife!"

The captain's wife was standing at the entrance of the police station, wiping away tears.

Seeing Yan Dazhu come out, she glared at him hatefully.

Song Xianglan walked over and sincerely took the hand of the brigade leader's wife: "Sister, I'm really sorry. I was forced to do that in the village just now."

The captain's wife's expression softened slightly.

Song Xianglan lowered her voice and said in a tone only the two of them could hear:

"Just now inside, your Dazhu forced me to come out and 'explain' to you, saying that if I dared not to make things clear, our village would suffer the consequences."

"Little sister, I've done everything he asked. You should tell him when you get back to stop making things difficult for us."

After saying that, Song Xianglan ignored the brigade leader's wife's face, which turned deathly pale, and turned to shout at Yan Dazhu:

"Captain, I've explained everything clearly! We're even now."

Yan Dazhu was still nodding.

I think this old lady is quite trustworthy.

next second.

The captain's wife let out a sharp, explosive sound:

"Yan Dazhu! You heartless bastard, I'll fight you to the death!"

The brigade leader's wife ran towards her parents' home, wailing, "I need to go back to my parents' home to call for help! I can't live like this anymore!"

Yan Dazhu was dumbfounded.

Looking at his daughter-in-law's back and then at Song Xianglan's innocent face, he felt a wave of dizziness wash over him.

That old woman is ruthless!

Back home at Xiaoquan Brigade.

Song Xianglan took out the compensation she had recovered.

A thick stack of unity bills.

Song Xianglan counted out half of the money to give to Erhua, "Half of the compensation is for Erhua."

"The remaining half... is for the medical expenses and lost wages that everyone is asking for."

Song Xianglan divided the money into several portions and handed them to Widow Wang, Liu Chounu, and several others, as well as her second brother, Song. "Everyone put in a lot of effort today, this is for their hard work. I don't want a penny."

"Second brother, take this and share it with your nephews in Songjiazhuang."

Song Lao Er took it.

Song Xianglan left a copy for Zhou Fang.

Widow Wang took the money, counted it three times with her fingers moistened with saliva, and her face was beaming with joy.

"Oh my goodness, so many! Following Aunt Song, I get eighteen full meals in three days. This is the best life ever!"

The ugly woman was clutching a dozen or so yuan in her hand, money she had earned by fighting.

It feels incredibly awesome.

Song Xianglan gave Nie Xiaochuan two more portions, saying that one portion was for Nie Dahua to take back, and the other portion contained money for three people.

Nie Xiaochuan waved his hand, "My eldest sister definitely won't accept it."

Song Xianglan sighed:

"Send this to your eldest sister. The men of Sanhua and Sihua are arguing fiercely because Sanhua and her family are helping their mothers."

Your eldest sister has always prioritized her own family; we can't let her have an awkward time with her husband's family, otherwise it will easily create discord between her and her children.

Nie Xiaochuan then understood his aunt's good intentions.

Silently, he stuffed his share into the stack of money: "Give mine to my older sister too."