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Gao Changfa rolled up his smoking pipe, exhaling a cloud of stale smoke as he said, "I'm the one who handled it, and I've already taken my cut. How did you find out?"
Qi Chong replied, somewhat frustrated, "If I had known, I would have done everything in my power to save that child."
Two years ago, when Qi Fu was ill, Qi Chong had gone up Qianbai Mountain to seek help from Shi Song. While passing by an official road, a carriage had gone by, and he heard the sound of a child crying from within.
The voice sounded familiar, but at that moment, his mind was solely focused on his father's illness, so he paid it no mind. Later in the village, he heard that Wang Hai's child had gone missing.
He speculated whether the child in the carriage was Wang Hai's and conveyed this suspicion to Wang Hai. However, Wang Hai didn't search for the child and instead blamed Qi Chong for not acting sooner.
By chance, he later saw Yang Zhengshan enticing another child with candy, which sparked further suspicion in his mind. Although he despised the villagers' indifference, he still took the child home immediately.
Not long after, the Qi Family sold their land; no one could afford it except for Yang Zhengshan, who bought all of it. This only deepened Qi Chong's suspicions.
Yang Zhengshan had always been close with Gao Changfa; he was just trying his luck to see if there were any traces left behind. Little did they know, they had both been careless enough to keep evidence against each other.
Gao Changfa was overly confident, believing he could still be village chief, which led him to delay taking action.
Qi Yuan was carrying Yang Zhengshan on his back as he prepared to flee, with Yang Zhengshan's wife chasing after him.
"You can't just take people because your brother is the village chief! You're not an officer! My husband is just visiting relatives; he's not breaking any laws!"
Qi Yuan didn't bother to argue with her; Yang Zhengshan was already knocked out cold. He carried him away while she couldn't keep up.
He dumped Yang Zhengshan at Gao Changfa's place. Before long, Yang Zhengshan's wife Zou Fang and his son Yang Dong rushed into the hall.
Yang Dong brandished a stick and shouted angrily, "You bastard! How dare you hit my father!"
After cursing, he swung the stick at Qi Yuan.
Qi Chong watched with his arms crossed and legs propped up casually; he figured his younger brother might even be stronger than him.
As soon as he glanced up, Qi Yuan had already seized the stick from Yang Dong's hands and pushed him out the door.
Qi Yuan stood at the door, holding a shoulder pole like a guardian deity. Yang Dong approached, pushing and hitting him, but he remained unmoved and silent.
Yang Dong, a twenty-year-old man, found himself unable to budge the seventeen-year-old boy, and in frustration, he picked up an axe from the yard, ready to strike. Zou Fang was the one truly frightened; she grabbed her son and said, "Don't act impulsively. If someone gets hurt, we'll be in serious trouble."
Qi Yuan scoffed, as if he could actually be killed by an axe. Gao Changfa spoke up, "Stop this nonsense. Let's wait for the officer to arrive."
Outside, Zou Fang pleaded, "Brother Gao, you have to help Zhengshan. He can't go to jail!"
"There's nothing I can do," Gao Changfa replied. "I can barely protect myself."
Yang Dong was confused about what had happened; hearing the commotion made him feel as if his father had broken the law, and his anger dissipated into unease.
After an hour of waiting, the Town Clerk arrived with the Officer. Gao Changfa and Yang Zhengshan were taken away, their wives following behind them in tears. Qi Chong signed the village chief's appointment letter, closed the box, and tucked it under his arm as he headed home. Qi Yuan followed closely behind him with a meeting gong.
On the way, they encountered Lin Qiujiu, who chased after the two brothers to inquire about what was happening. After pressing them for a while without getting any answers, Lin Qiujiu stomped his foot in frustration and cursed under his breath, "Those two are such tight-lipped fools; you can't expect two different fruits to grow from the same vine."
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