Chen Goupao, with the composure of a pig unafraid of scalding water, said, "What do you mean by who instigated it? I just sprayed the wrong place, that's all."
Anyway, this is a civil dispute case. As long as nobody's hurt or killed, it won't become a criminal case.
What difference would it make if the police came?
What if several villagers from Lin Family Village came at him with hoes? What then?
Were they really going to hit him?
"Mr. Lin, are you alright?" Lin Zhuangguo, joined by a few fellow villagers, stood by Lin Zhenghui's side.
"I'm fine!" Lin Zhenghui said, shaking his head.
"I wasn't home yesterday. I came back last night, and my wife told me you'd been stabbed. It scared me to death."
Lin Zhuangguo was 23, the same age as Lin Zhenghui.
The two had been friends since childhood, growing up as close as brothers sharing clothes.
Last month Lin Zhuangguo got married to the daughter of a contractor, a quite pretty and delicate-looking young woman.
