"Your mom runs her mouth off, calling Xia Zhiqing a slut, claiming she's pregnant. Xia Zhiqing couldn't stand it and hit your mom."
"Your mom deserved to be hit, splashing filth on an innocent girl. She's pushing people to the edge and not allowing them to fight back?"
At this point, several village women sided with Xia Yuan Chun, speaking up for her.
They all had scratch marks on their faces from the village chief's wife, their hair disheveled like madwomen, and bloodstains on their scalps where chunks of hair had been pulled out.
When Daquan learned that Xia Yuan Chun had hit his mom, he was about to rush out and settle the score, but the brigade leader held him back. "Daquan, what are you planning to do now? I'm warning you, let this matter rest here. If you really go after Xia Zhiqing, she'll go to the police and charge your mom with slander and rumor-mongering. Then your mom will be sent to a labor camp."
