Nianyang toyed with the silver needle in her hand and coolly spoke, "Uncle He, we’re all villagers here, seeing each other all the ti. I didn’t want things to get unpleasant, but since you can’t see what’s in front of you, I won’t hold back."
"What do you want?" He Ergou asked warily, thinking that this girl might still have sothing up her sleeve.
Nianyang ignored him, turning directly to Jiang Tian, "Sis Tian, I seem to rember there’s a rule that if one party deliberately harms another’s health, they can be paraded through the streets and locked up in a cowshed!"
Jiang Tian nodded, "Yes, that’s right!"
Nianyang smiled, "Just now, Uncle He pushed my uncle down the slope, which constitutes intentional injury. If we get my uncle to the hospital for a dical report and then go to the town chief to assess the severity of my uncle’s injuries, it should at least go through the process, right?"
In this era, although there are many hooligans and rascals, they all have one thing in common: fear of public humiliation. Especially rural people are scared of this. Nianyang doesn’t believe He Ergou would continue to act shalessly after hearing this!
Jiang Tian was surprised that Nianyang thought of using this thod to deal with He Ergou, instantly filled with admiration. Yangyang really knows how to deal with the likes of He Ergou; such a rascal needs to be subdued in this way!
"You brat, stop spouting nonsense. Do you think I’m scared of this?"
He Ergou’s face turned red as he put up a strong front, thinking that what this girl said might actually be true?
He’d been in fights before, but it was the first ti he’d heard he could be paraded through the streets for this?
"Whether it’s nonsense or not might beco clear when the office cos looking for Uncle He to drink tea!"
Nianyang said as she turned to leave.
He Ergou figured Nianyang was bluffing, but seeing her leave directly, he couldn’t stay calm, "Girl, you stop right there!"
Nianyang turned back lazily, "What’s up, Uncle He? If you don’t believe it, why not co with to the office and ask?"
He Ergou’s face looked extrely ugly. For the first ti, his arrogant voice turned into a frustrated tone, "Isn’t this just a small neighborly dispute? Do we have to blow it up this big? You’re really impulsive, girl. Don’t you just want to talk about compensation? We can discuss this calmly."
"Looks like Uncle He has thought it through." Nianyang didn’t waste words, "My demands are simple: my uncle’s head and leg injuries need two months’ recovery, including dicine and care costs, totaling about a hundred bucks, plus the lost work..."
When He Ergou heard about the hundred bucks dical fee, he felt like vomiting blood. Hearing about the lost work, he exploded, "Lost work? What lost work? Don’t take advantage of this!"
Nianyang sneered, "My uncle’s leg is injured and needs months of recovery. Next month, he can’t do the grain collection work assigned to him by the town. Shouldn’t you be responsible for this?"
"..."
Nianyang spoke reasonably, leaving He Ergou with a lump stuck in his throat, unable to swallow or spit it out. Ultimately, he had no choice but to nod and agree reluctantly.
Painfully, he went inside to fetch a hundred bucks for Nianyang, and promised to cover Jiang Aiguo’s work next month. Only then did Nianyang leave, satisfied with Jiang Tian.
But before leaving, she kindly lifted Zhao Cuihua’s mute acupoint, causing her to cry frantically, and develop a deep-seated fear of Nianyang, telling others that Nianyang was aggressive and cunning.
It was precisely because of this that Nianyang earned the nickna in the village as a little shrew, being able to subdue even soone like Zhao Cuihua, but that’s a story for another ti.
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