Transmigration: Flirted with My Childhood Sweetheart
Chapter 288 - 287: Aunt Wang Knows How to Mediate

Chapter 288: Chapter 287: Aunt Wang Knows How to Mediate

Girls fighting, controlling the opponent’s ponytail is akin to controlling the whole situation.

Lin Nianhe grabbed her hair and yelled to Wang Xue and Miao Hongqi, "Don’t just stand there, go help Sister Shumei and the others!"

Miao Hongqi was a bit worried about her, reminded, "Nianhe, she’s really tough, be careful!"

Then, Miao Hongqi saw that the woman, even with her hair pulled by Lin Nianhe, still refused to submit and raised her foot to kick Lin Nianhe.

Lin Nianhe, pulling her hair, hopped around, making the woman cry out in pain. She taunted playfully: "Hey, you can’t kick me, can’t kick meh...la la la, I’ll anger you to death!"

Miao Hongqi: "..."

In the yard, Li Dahe covered his eyes.

He was specifically guarding here, afraid of this kind of conflict.

These old ladies are fiercer than one another, these young ladies meeting them, how could they end well?

And just now, it really wasn’t convenient for him to intervene, he could only stamp his foot and say to the others, "What are you all dazed for? Hurry up and pull them apart!"

Sun Guanghui was the first to rush out, then quickly ran back.

Li Dahe huffed in annoyance, "What’s the matter? Did you get scared?"

Sun Guanghui shook his head, earnestly saying, "Captain, really can’t intervene."

Li Dahe: "...?"

This ’can’t intervene’, was it the kind he understood?

Li Dahe glanced at the courtyard wall beside him, and eventually didn’t dare to gesture; with his old bones, it’s better not to show off. Old Man He just left his cane, he didn’t want to use one.

He planned this—he would just leave through the main gate, and if questioned, he would just explain the situation outright, since the other party was at fault, even if it didn’t look good, they would have to hold it in.

Captain Li thought things through very carefully and had even rehearsed his script, but when he got to the gate, to his shock, no one noticed him.

And there, he finally understood what Sun Guanghui meant by "can’t intervene."

The situation was no longer the same as a few minutes ago.

The aunts hearing the noise had joined in, of course, they were very sensible, not helping the girls beat anyone up, just pulling them apart—seriously pulling apart.

Second Aunt Li, who was strong, hugged the sturdiest woman fighting Wen Lan from behind; her arms like iron hoops, firmly trapping the woman.

She still shouted, "Girl, stop hitting, stop!"

The sturdy woman, annoyed by her shouts, couldn’t help but turn back and curse, "Then why don’t you hold her back!"

Second Aunt Li didn’t hear and continued earnestly persuading Wen Lan.

Wen Lan also didn’t hear, still fiercely flailing her palms.

Widow Zhao weaved through the crowd, at one moment catching the arm of someone from Victory Team about to strike, another moment stretching out a leg to trip someone from Victory Team trying to advance.

She wasn’t fixed in one small battlefield, but her presence was felt in every skirmish.

Aunt Li threw herself at the woman whose hair was still clutched in Lin Nianhe’s hand, bumping into the woman’s midsection, worsened her already difficult situation.

Her momentum unabated, a leg trip directly knocked the woman to the ground.

Now, even the clueless Wang Xue and Miao Hongqi had a chance to kick a few times for revenge.

Li Dahe: "..."

It seemed like someone was missing.

"Stop it, for fuck’s sake!"

Wang Hong smacked the nearest woman’s ass with a shovel, and after a dull thud, the woman screamed like a pig being slaughtered.

Wang Hong knew how to break up a fight, really knew how.

Her method was simple and brutal—knock them down, knock them all down.

Li Dahe: "That’s enough."

After Wang Hong had persuaded six people, the morning exercise session initiated by the female educated youth of Ten Miles Team came to an end.

Wang Hong, chin raised, pulled the eight girls behind her one by one, protecting them like a mother hen her chicks.

Then she leaned on the shovel in front of them and pointed to the first woman who got up, asking, "What’s up with you people from Old Qian Family? What are you trying to do?"

The woman called Aunt Qian, who had her nose sliced by Lin Nianhe and was the mother of the tied-up Qian Sanbao.

Her face was bloody, and her body was covered in footprints, big and small, from everyone.

Aunt Qian wiped her face, dazed for a long while before pointing at the educated young women behind Wang Hong: "Your educated youth from Ten Miles Team are flirting with our village boys! I want to expose this! I’ll report it to the commune! Let them all be sent to the farm for reformation!"

Even a good beating didn’t make her forget her purpose.

Wang Hong’s lips curled into a cold smirk, and without turning back, she asked, "Nianhe, where’s the person?"

"Zhao Zhuangshi! Bring those rascals up here!" Lin Nianhe immediately turned and shouted towards the backyard.

It was finally time for the men to show their mettle.

They clumsily dragged out the four battered men from the backyard and threw them on the ground, causing a wave of wails.

They had been well-handled by rat traps last night, bruised and in agony, and now being thrown around added insult to injury, their cries even more pitiful than their mothers’.

The six women were stunned.

Four of them immediately rushed over, crying for their sons, attempted to untie the ropes binding them.

Wang Hong sneered at them: "Climbing over the walls of the Educated Youth Corps, huh, your little rascals from Victory Team made our whole team restless last night, and now you dare to falsely accuse our team’s educated youth?"

"Our team’s female educated youth are famously kind and honest in all the neighboring villages! They don’t even know where your Victory Team is, would they flirt with your poor boys?"

"Who said so? She was at our team yesterday!"

Aunt Qian, holding Qian Sanbao, stared intensely at Lin Nianhe.

Her eyes filled with maliciousness, lips curled up: "I saw it with my own eyes! It was her flirting with my son, she’s trouble! A vixen!"

Lin Nianhe raised an eyebrow: "With so many villagers here, every word you say is being noted, I advise you not to talk nonsense."

"Oh lord! I can’t live this life anymore!" Aunt Qian suddenly kneeled down, wailing and slapping her thigh, "With so many people here, this outsider even threatens me! If you didn’t care about my son why did you tell him to come to you? Why wouldn’t my son go to someone else?"

"Exactly! Why wouldn’t we talk to someone else? It’s because you were flirting with our village boys!"

Hearing this, Lin Nianhe couldn’t help but roll her eyes: "I was flirting with your son? What for? For his poverty, his ruffian behavior, for him not bathing for half a year? Or for having a trouble-making mother?"

"You, you you you..."

"What about me? Yesterday, I was with the Public Security officers dealing with your team’s sick pigs issue, you say I flirted with your son, right? Fine, I’m going to ask the Public Security officers who were with me yesterday to testify!"

"Oh, just getting Public Security involved isn’t enough, I better report this to the commune too, to see whether someone had lustful intentions or someone deliberately slandered the reputation of educated youth!"

"We came here to support rural construction, if this isn’t resolved, I’m causing a commotion up to the Educated Youth Office, if the county doesn’t handle it, I’ll go to the provincial city, if the provincial city doesn’t handle it, I’ll head to Beijing!"

Lin Nianhe, with her chin up, chattered briskly and densely, not giving anyone else a chance to interject.

She then turned around, went into the yard, and pushed out her bicycle.