Zhao Chenghai asked, "How do you know that he doesn't dare to come?"

Zhenhua said: "When you come, you have to confront him face to face, and you can't cover the lies he tells." ”

Zhao Chenghai thought for a while and said, "You beware of him biting back, it's okay to think about it, how to talk to him when the time comes!"

Zhenhua didn't care, turned around and went to see the carpenter doing his work.

……

At this time, Wang Xiang walked ten miles and finally came to Zhangguigang. Although the weather was cold at the beginning of the snow, Wang Xiang still walked profusely.

Standing in front of the village and looking, Wang Xiang carried the gift and walked towards Zhang Kexiang's house.

The village of Zhangguaigang presents a semicircular layout, like a bow.

Zhang Kexiang's home is in the middle of the bow, and the gate opens to the south, facing the bowstring.

All the people in the village have the surname Zhang, which is bred from Zhang Kexiang's ancestors. Zhang Kexiang has several grandfather brothers, seven grandfather brothers, and in Monk Zhang's generation, there are seventy or eighty cousins.

Wang Xiang went to the meeting alone, and he was not afraid, he came to the door of Zhang Kexiang's house, and said loudly: "Is Brother Zhang at home? Hahaha, I am Wang Xiang, come to give you and your husband a good old age!"

Monk Zhang and Wang Xiang were already familiar with each other, and when they heard this, they came out and said with a smile: "Master Wang is such a rare guest, please come in!"

Wang Xiang laughed and entered Monk Zhang's house.

Zhang Kexiang's mother came from the backyard and looked at Wang Xiang with a frown.

Wang Xiang smiled, put the gift on the table, and said: "Brother Zhang, sister-in-law Zhang, as the saying goes, you can't go to the Three Treasures Hall for nothing, and I came here today because of Zhao Chenghai, who is next door to my house, that is, Zhao Zhenhua's father, who asked me ......to come."

"What? Zhao Chenghai called you!?" Monk Zhang shook suddenly, his face turned red, he pointed to the gift on the table, and roared at Wang Xiang: "You get out of here!"

At the beginning, Monk Zhang didn't know what Wang Xiang was doing, so he didn't react, but now he knew that he was appointed by Zhao Chenghai, and he couldn't help but be angry.

Wang Xiang was a little depressed, but he was invisible, and said with a smile: "Brother Zhang, the one who asks for rice calls Huazi to come to the door, and you have to give you a mouthful of porridge and cold rice, right?"

But Monk Zhang didn't give any face, and yelled at his wife: ", take a dung spoon and beat this pig killer out!"

Eighteen kinds of agricultural tools, just like the eighteen kinds of weapons, there are long weapons, short weapons and soft weapons. Flat hoes, shovels, wooden shovels and dung spoons all belong to the category of long weapons, and their lethality is greater.

Among all the farm tools, the dung spoon is the dirtiest and most buried. To say that you are beaten out with a dung spoon is to express your extreme disgust and contempt for someone - if you are beaten with a flat hoe, you will be lifted up, and you will only be served with a dung spoon!

Wang Xiang couldn't help but get angry when he received such a courtesy from Monk Zhang, stood up and said, "Brother Zhang, I'm here to help you spread the word, why are you losing your temper with me?"

However, Zhang Kexiang's mother had already rushed to the toilet in the backyard, really picked up the dung scoop, and came with a murderous atmosphere.

Wang Xiang panicked, and even the lines in the commentary came out, and waved his hand: "Don't fight, don't fight, the two countries will not fight the two countries, I am here to make the envoy, I am here to make the ......"

"I knew you were, so I used a dung spoon to deal with you!" Zhang Kexiang's mother gritted her teeth, picked up the dung spoon and hit it!

Wang Xiang turned around the Eight Immortals Table of the Zhang family, dodged the attack, ran out of the door, pointed at Monk Zhang, and said, "Monk Zhang, what do you mean? We have drunk together, you are not enough friends, right?"

"I don't have a friend like you, get out of here!" Monk Zhang threw the gift brought by Wang Xiang out of the door, and shouted to his wife: "Beat me, beat me with a dung spoon!"

There was a thud and the bottle was shattered.

Wang Xiang bent down and picked up two boxes of malt cream, pulled down his face and said, "Monk Zhang, what are you doing when you break my wine bottle? Even if you can't get married, it's good to get together and disperse, you broke the wine bottle, how can I explain to Zhao Chenghai when I go home?"

Zhang Kexiang's mother took the dung spoon out of the door and shouted left and right: "Everyone come out, use the dung spoon to beat this guy who is more annoying than shit!"

Wang Xiang snorted, stood still and didn't leave: "I don't believe you dare to beat me, kill me and cook and eat, your family Zhangguigang doesn't have such a long cauldron!"

However, the next moment, Wang Xiang found dozens of women in Zhangguigang, each holding a dung spoon, shouting and killing from both ends of the village!

These women are all Zhang Kexiang's aunts, sisters-in-law and grandmothers. A village with one family name and one surname is naturally united.

"Damn, really!?" Wang Xiang was taken aback, turned around and left with the malt cream.

The strong dragon does not suppress the head snake, the hero does not suffer the loss in front of him, thirty-six plans, go for the best plan!

However, the village of Zhangguigang has a peculiar layout.

When Wang Xiang began to retreat from the middle of the bow, the female generals of the Zhangmen who were bowed on both ends had already blocked Wang Xiang's retreat, and each waved a dung spoon and shouted: "Fight, hit me!"

Wang Xiang relied on his rough skin and thick flesh, desperately fought his way out of the village and retreated outside the village.

However, the women of Zhangjiaogang still did not let go, and the soldiers pursued them in three directions.

Wang Xiang panicked, followed the field path, stepped on the snow wolf, and said with a smile: "Old sister-in-law, big sister-in-law, little sister-in-law, don't send me, go back." Zhang Lang sent Li Lang to the dawn, I just know your intentions!"

Half of the women in the village knew Wang Xiang, and they also shouted half-jokingly: "The pig killer takes advantage of us, beat me, don't let him go!"

Wang Xiang panicked and continued to stumble forward.

In his opinion, this group of women who are on the corner of the post are simply the female generals of the Yang Gate, the one who killed Yang Paifeng on the left side, the Yang Bajie who killed on the right, the marshal of the Chinese army is Mu Guiying, who will not lose in ten thousand battles, and the one who is in command at the age of 100 is the old lady who is in command in the rear army!

Those dung spoons held high in the air also turned into sledgehammers on the battlefield in Wang Xiang's eyes. Drum urn gold hammer, eight-edged plum blossom hammer, brass wogua hammer, iron rolling hammer...... The four fierce and eight sledgehammers are all gathered, plus the gold and silver marbles of the Dajin Kingdom, as well as Li Yuanba and Pei Yuanqing in the Romance of the Sui and Tang Dynasties......

Who knew that Wang Xiang was in a hurry, panicked under his feet, stepped on the snow, slid forward, and fell into a small dung pit at the edge of the field!

Manure pits at the edge of the field were common in the early years.

In the slack season, the croppers will pick up the manure into the field in advance, dig a small pit in the corner of the field for temporary storage, and wait for spring planting, and take it nearby.

Such manure pits are generally not large, so they can only store three or five loads of manure. The dung here is also fermented, black as soy sauce, not the kind of freshly baked excrement.

Wang Xiang slipped and fell in the snow, fell on his back, and landed in such a dung pit!

The women of Zhangguigang laughed and gathered from all directions, still shouting: "Beat the water dogs!"

However, Wang Xiang, as a leader in the pig killing industry and a strong man in Dongwan Village, is naturally not a thing in the "pool".

Seeing the women killed, Wang Xiang jumped out of the dung pit with all his might. This leap is like a big peng spreading its wings and soaring into the sky, and it is like a dragon swinging its tail with the wind and clouds, as if the salted fish turned over and shocked the four wilds, just like the majestic side of Ma Yue Tanxi.

The women of Zhangguigang rushed over, but they were shocked by Wang Xiang's divine power and did not dare to step forward.

"Day ghost, Uncle Xiang has bad luck today!" Wang Xiang shouted angrily, waved his sleeves violently, and made a sharp turn in the encirclement!!

In an instant, countless dripping dung juice flew out with Wang Xiang's sleeves, like a little dew from the bath of the concubine, like the dragon king cloth rain and rain.

The women of Zhangguigang couldn't avoid it, and they were all wet with rain and dew, and they were sprinkled with dung juice all over their faces, dragging the dung spoon and turning around!