"Okay! Okay!" Liu Tiechui stepped forward and caught Wang Dajun.

Jiang Kunlun took the hemp rope handed over by the villagers, put it around Wang Dafu's neck and began to tie it up.

Among them, Wang Dajun still tried to struggle to escape, but was kicked to the ground by Jiang Yongbiao.

When the dozen or so villagers around him saw this, they didn't forget to make up for it.

After all, for them.

Shameless people like Wang Dajun and Wang Dafu do not deserve sympathy.

"Let's go!" Jiang Yongbiao saw that Wang Dafu was tied up and couldn't move. He grabbed the rope with one hand like a chicken and walked towards the gate.

"Let's go! Hurry up." Liu Tiechui and Jiang Kunlun escorted Wang Dajun and followed behind.

Wang Tao saw that this didn't sound like a bluff, but that he was serious about it.

He was so frightened that he took his wife and daughter with him and knelt down on the road with a bang, blocking the way: "Dear fellow villagers, I beg you not to really send my dad and uncle to the police station! Isn't it just a handwritten evidence of guilt?

Isn’t it enough if I ask them to write it?”

"The problem is that they don't want to write." The old village chief said seriously.

To be honest, family scandals should not be made public.

As the village chief of Jiangjia Village.

In fact, he was very reluctant to arrest Wang Dafu and take him to the police station.

Because although Wang Dafu was punished, it was Jiangjiacun who was ultimately embarrassed.

But then again, if Wang Dafu and Wang Dajun don't cooperate, then there is nothing he can do.

We can only sacrifice the face of Jiangjiacun to fulfill the arrogance of Wang Dafu and Wang Dajun.

When this thought came to an end, Wang Dafu also knelt down: "Old village chief, don't say anything anymore. I'll write it. Can't I just write this evidence?"

"That's what you said." The old village chief sneered.

"We didn't force you." Jiang Yongbiao kicked Wang Dafu.

"I said it, I said it." Wang Dafu started crying.

The frustration in my heart is like the endless water of the Yangtze River.

He still can't figure out where he went wrong.

He would suffer such an unreasonable disaster and become so depressed.

"That's all you say." The old village chief's face softened: "Well, Wang Tao, stop standing there and go get paper, pen, and ink pad."

"Okay! Okay!" Wang Tao hurriedly followed the instructions.

After a while, he took out the good letter paper.

They also have ink pads at home, after all, they are in the lotus root and coal business.

"Untie Wang Dafu." When the old village chief saw Jiang Kunlun moving tables, chairs and benches, he immediately sat down.

Wang Dafu breathed a sigh of relief, and after waiting for Jiang Huasheng to untie him, he quickly picked up the pen.

But after I wrote a word, I didn’t know it was time for us to continue.

Because no matter what, he really encouraged Wang Dajun to go to Jiang Chuyang’s house to borrow food instead of grabbing it!

Even if the matter turned into a food grab in the end,...but what did it have to do with him?

When he thought of this, he felt very depressed.

I was about to say something nice and explain a few words to the old village chief.

Wang Dezhi snatched the paper and pen from his hand: "You don't know how to write this evidence of crime, do you? I'll help you write it. I guarantee that you will be satisfied and it will be fair."

Finished.

Keep your head down.

Write vigorously and quickly.

I really started writing in a hurry.

Obviously, Wang Dezhi wants to avenge his dead brother Wang Cong.

Since other villagers don't dare to lead this leader, he should lead it.

Anyway, in one word, his family will definitely have no contact with Wang Dafu from now on.

Even if they are all members of the Wang family, he plans to do this.

This scene made Wang Dafu want to die.

He wanted to stop it, but he didn't dare to speak.

After all, Jiang Yongbiao, Liu Tiechui, and the rest of my family.

He was waiting by the side with his big fist clenched.

If he dared to make any mistakes, he might be beaten to death.

Therefore, if a good man does not suffer the immediate consequences, he can only endure them.

I could only watch helplessly as Wang Dezhi finished writing the evidence of his crime.

Although he was written as a heinous person, he was also blamed for Wang Cong's death.

But he just didn't dare to say anything, and he didn't dare anyone to have bad intentions.

Because he knew that he had suffered a defeat today and there was no possibility of a comeback.

"Please take a look." Wang Dezhi, who had written the evidence of the crime, put down the pen and handed it to the old village chief with both hands.

"Okay! Okay!" The old village chief smiled while stroking his beard. He took it and read aloud: "I, Wang Dafu, on the eighth day of the twelfth lunar month in the year 1979..."

Hundreds of villagers around listened quietly.

No one dared to vent their anger loudly.

Wang Dafu and Wang Dajun did not dare to say anything to refute.

He sat on the ground dejectedly and listened.

Even if some of the evidence is inconsistent with the facts.

They all admitted it and were scared.

After all, this battle happened in Jiangjiacun ten years ago.

As people who have experienced it, they know the serious consequences of confronting them.

But for some reason, their brothers felt that when the old village chief read out their evidence of guilt,

This time passed very slowly, as if it had stopped.

It was not easy until the old village chief finished reading out the evidence of the crime.

Their backs were soaked.

"Let's sign and pledge!" Seeing that more and more villagers were watching the excitement, the old village chief did not bother Wang Dajun and Wang Dafu at the moment.

"Okay! Okay!" Wang Dafu staggered up, picked up the pen and wrote his name tremblingly, and put his fingerprint on it.

Wang Dajun thought he didn't need it, but was kicked by Jiang Yongbiao.

With no other option, I had to bite the bullet and sign and fingerprint.

He knew that if nothing unexpected happened.

This life is over.

He has been manipulated by the villagers of Jiangjia Village all his life.

But if you don't sign and fingerprint, you will have to spend the rest of your life in a prison cell.

Which one is light and which one is serious, he naturally knows very clearly.

So sign with fingerprints.

He has no choice.

The surrounding villagers who were watching the excitement were not making any fuss.

Instead, he watched quietly.

Wang Tao saw this.

I quickly ran to the room and brought over 600 yuan.

There was also a thick stack of coal stamps handed to the old village chief.

These coal stamps could have been sold for money.

And it's quite valuable too.

After all, it is hard currency to buy coal.
To be continued...