Several elderly people huddled together, each adding a sentence, and even brought up their past revolutionary friendships.
"I think, it has something to do with that person?" An old man snorted, "Right under our eyes, carrying out such underground operations, do they think our battles were fought in vain?"
Mr. Sun forcefully bit into a scallion pancake, "The little girl’s pancakes are indeed delicious. The peace we fought for with our lives is being so wasted, truly not a good thing. We just need to give them a scare, and they’ll confess everything."
"How could they not confess?" Another old man laughed, "With Mr. Sun taking action, who wouldn’t give face? It’s just a park manager. We can get him out as easily as we got him in, using your own power to harm a young girl , it’s unacceptable now that we’ve encountered it, absolutely cannot tolerate and nurture evil."
"That’s right," Mr. Sun winked proudly at Qin Xiangnuan.
"Little girl, did your Grandpa Sun lie to you? I said I would help you solve it, and I did. From now on, feel safe setting up your stall here. As long as your Grandpa Sun is alive, you’ll be able to keep it going."
"Thank you," Qin Xiangnuan for the first time received help from strangers that sometimes even family didn’t offer. Tears welled down her eyelashes which the wind whisked across, blowing beyond the clear sky, with a rising sun in the distance.
She was doing fine here, but back in Shenjia Village, things were not so serene.
"What are you doing at my house?" Qin Xiangyang had just gotten home when he spotted a sneaky figure, instantly grabbing the person—who turned out to be Wang Dali, the village troublemaker.
"What are you doing at my house?" Qin Xiangyang unceremoniously kicked Wang Dali who was lying on the ground.
Wang Dali was kicked on the buttocks and promptly sprawled on the ground, face full of dirt. He lifted his face, bearing an obscene and unsightly expression.
"Who’s your big uncle?"
Qin Xiangyang kicked him again, prompting Wang Dali to roll on the ground wailing. A crowd had already gathered around, drawn by the news that Dadao Village’s troublemaker snuck into Shenjia Village without asking, broke into a house, and was caught red-handed, making it a real loss of face.
"Wang Dali, what exactly were you trying to steal in my house?" Qin Xiangyang grabbed Wang Dali by his collar, "Speak up, or I’m taking you to the police station right now."
"No, I won’t go," Wang Dali heard the words ’police station’ and his eyes filled with terror. Even though he was often petty thieving, he was afraid to even mention the police—a place where he could be beaten to death.
"Big uncle, no, Xiangyang brother, you’re like a real brother to me," he quickly clung to Qin Xiangyang’s legs, scared out of his wits, confessing everything, "Brother, it’s not my fault, your mom told me to do it. She said that Xiang Nuan is unwilling to marry, so she sent me to... to..."
"What did she say?" On hearing Hu Li’s name, Qin Xiangyang was furious, almost kicking Wang Dali’s face again. Anger made his chest hurt and his fingers clench with a cracking sound. Wang Dali, terrified, shrank his neck and hurriedly explained, "Xiangyang brother, you know I don’t have the guts. It was your stepmom who taught me this, saying that if the rice is cooked, your sister would have to marry me."