When Mu Huafeng ran to the east end of the village, he saw a group of people forming a circle, and a woman's cry was coming from the circle.

"The head of the house, you can't die! Ermao, killing people pays for life, you can't run away from the monk and the temple!"

Mu Huafeng shouted, "Get out of the way!" and walked in separately from the crowd.

In the crowd, villager Mu Huatian was lying on the ground on his side, without a trace of movement. His woman, Meng Fanmei, knelt on the ground, crying and screaming, while holding a piece of clothing on his head, the blood was still slowly leaking out, ticking, and a small pool had accumulated on the ground.

Mu Huafeng's brain slammed, and he almost sat on the ground.

Big trouble!

Building roads and repairing people's lives, this time, I'm afraid I won't be able to resign if I don't want to.

In the chaos, Mu Dad also trotted all the way to arrive, followed by two nervous bodyguards.

The bodyguard was sent by Mu Dong at his insistence, and Mu Dad was reluctant at first, but later compromised under the joint persuasion of Mu Ma and Xiao Xiao. Now that he heard that there was a death here, Mu Dad was very frightened, and the two bodyguards were also like a great enemy. But the bodyguards couldn't restrain Mu's father's movements, so they had to run over.

When he broke into the crowd, Mu Dad was also frightened, but the two bodyguards breathed a sigh of relief, fortunately, there were no dangerous elements.

The two glanced at each other, one of the bodyguards stood on Mu's side to guard, and the other walked directly to Mu Huatian, who fell to the ground, and said, "I used to be a soldier and know some medical knowledge, can you let me take a look?"

Meng Fanmei was as beautiful as hearing the sound of heaven, and hurriedly said: "Comrade of the People's Liberation Army, hurry up and take a look, is he still saved?"

The bodyguard leaned over, checked it, breathed a sigh of relief, looked up and said, "It's okay, he's just in a coma, and he hasn't died yet, but the situation is also very serious, and he needs to contact the hospital immediately." ”

Not dead?

The hearts of the people around him were relieved, and Mu Dad and Mu Huafeng glanced at each other, and they also breathed a long sigh of relief.

felt relieved, but Mu Dad sat on the ground, and the bodyguards around him hurriedly went to help. Mu Huafeng was almost paralyzed, but when he saw Mu's father's situation, his body stood up straight again.

As long as there is a breath, we must do our best to rescue it.

Thinking of this, Mu Huafeng's talent as a grassroots leader was stimulated, and he commanded loudly: "Da Zhuang, you immediately go to the infirmary in Hou Village, bring two doctors here, and let them bandage Huatian; Tongqing, you immediately go find a spacious van and take Huatian to the hospital." ”

After speaking, Mu Huafeng dialed 120 by himself, explaining the patient's situation and his location, as well as the expected driving route of the vehicle in the village.

By the time the village doctor arrived in a panic with a first-aid kit, the bodyguards had already bandaged the head of the injured with a white shirt found at the scene, and instructed everyone not to move again.

Soon, Mu Tongqing also drove a van over, and everyone moved the injured to the flat seat, and then Mu Huafeng personally sat in the co-pilot, and took two village cadres, plus Meng Guangmei, and the group immediately rushed to Shuhe County.

Mu Dad also wanted to follow, but was finally persuaded by the bodyguards.

For a while, there were rumors and discussions in Mu Village, and the main topic was, should the road still be repaired?

Mu Dad gritted his teeth and brought several villagers to his home, and together with Mu Second Uncle Mu and Third Uncle Mu, he asked about what happened.

From the intermittent descriptions of several villagers, everyone quickly restored the course of the incident.

The villagers who hurt people, nicknamed Ermao, and named Mu Danian, are in their thirties, working as bricklayers on weekdays, with good skills and stable income, and they are honest on weekdays, and their sense of existence is not strong.

Yesterday, after a day of street cleaning and sewer excavation, some dug mounds were placed on some streets in Mu Village.

Regarding these mounds, there is a unified arrangement in the village.

First of all, the roads in the village are high and bottomed. For example, Mu Dong's family has built a new house, and the door is relatively high, but some villagers are still old houses, with low foundations and short roads in front of them. Now, if you want to smooth the road, you have to put the soil shoveled down from a high place into a depression.

In addition, after the sewer is dug and built, the surrounding area needs to be filled with earth.

Therefore, these mounds of soil piled up in the streets and alleys are forbidden for the villagers to use.

But Mu Danian went to move these soils.

The reason is that Mu Danian just renovated the house after the Spring Festival, and the renovated yard just needed to be raised, and then it was better to put on the cement floor, and as a result, he caught up with the road repair in the village.

For Mu Danian, it's like pie in the sky, it's too considerate!

Originally, I had to spend money to buy soil or cinders, but now there is a large pile of soil at the door, and I can just push it into the yard with a small cart.

As for the ban in the village, Mu Danian didn't care.

My yard is not big, so I don't need much. Besides, some of the soil was dug out of the sewer in front of my house, which is equivalent to my own home. The land of one's own family is self-serving, and it makes sense to talk about the horizon.

Honest people admit death, Mu Danian is undoubtedly the case.

The hard-working Mu Danian secretly took his daughter-in-law to work for most of the night last night, tossing more than a dozen times with a small cart, and finally put the yard almost up.

This morning, Mu Danian, who was complacent, found that he couldn't see clearly under the lights last night, some places were not very smooth, some places were not very strong, in short, it would take two or three truckloads of soil to get it done.

Well, I don't need much anyway, and I don't have to sneak around, I'll go get some more.

Mu Danian's cart went out, but he helplessly found that there was not much left of the pile of soil in front of his door.

Looking around, he fixed his eyes on a large mound not far away.

Well, that's it, there are two or three cars here, and you can't see it at all.

As soon as the car was loaded, the head of the family behind the mound, Mu Huatian, stopped working!

Last night, you two tossed around and I didn't care, but you can't move this pile of soil in front of my house, and I plan to wait until the road is repaired, put a few big foam boxes, and put them on the roof of the bungalow to grow vegetables!

So you see, competition is everywhere.

So Mu Huatian came out to stop him, and Mu Danian replied sullenly: "It's not your family, you can't care about it." Then, still wielding a shovel, he continued to work.

Although Mu Huatian is in his 50s, his anger is still not small, and his seniority is high, so he immediately scolded his mother and grandmother.

Mu Danian is not ambiguous, he is honest and not good at scolding, but he will do it. He raised his hand and gave Mu Huatian two slaps.

The situation escalated, Mu Huatian turned around and went home and took out a pickaxe, and rushed up, and his woman Meng Fanmei also crossed her waist and scolded Mu Danian.

Mu Danian shook his hands, and opened the pickaxe in Mu Huatian's hand with an iron pick, and then sent the handle of the shovel forward and smashed it against Mu Huatian's chest.

Mu Danian thought very thoughtfully, I don't use a shovel to shovel you, it will kill you, I will smash you with the other end. I won't smash your head, that's dangerous, I'll smash your chest, you're so old, you mean it all at once, and you don't have any deep hatred!

There is a disconnect between reality and ideals.

When Mu Danian's shovel handle was sent, Mu Huatian also bent down to pick up the pickaxe on the ground, so the shovel handle that was originally aimed at his chest hit his temple with great precision, and he didn't even scream, he fell to the ground softly.

Mu Danian was dumbfounded, and hurriedly stepped forward to check, only to find that the other party's head was bleeding and there was no sound at all, just like a dead person. He quickly weighed it up, turned and ran.

It really ran away, not only ran home, but also packed a small bag and escaped.

Meng Guangmei was also dumbfounded, and after checking it, she felt that her wife seemed to be finished, so she wailed, murder!

……

The van going to the county seat finally met the ambulance sent by 120 on the way, and the injured person was transferred to the ambulance and rushed all the way to the county hospital.

The hospital was ready, some rescue, blood transfusion, and an hour later, the doctor announced that the patient was out of danger, his vital signs were stable, and he was hospitalized for observation.

In fact, Mu Huatian's injuries were not serious, and the wounds were not big, but he was bleeding too much at that time, and the situation was quite scary, plus he fell into a coma, which frightened too many people.

Mu Huafeng, who had been guarding outside the emergency room, also figured out the beginning and end of the matter, and he said hatefully: "This damn Ermao, I can't wait to skin him alive!"

Now hearing the news that Mu Huatian is fine, Mu Huafeng put his mind at ease, he waved his hand and said to Meng Fanmei: "I paid a deposit of 10,000 yuan, which is not enough to call me, you stay and take good care of your eldest brother, and I will go back to give you anger." With that, he left with the others.

Back in the village, Mu Huafeng went directly to Mu Dong's house, discussed with Mu Danian's father, and then went to Mu Danian's house, and said to Mu Danian's trembling daughter-in-law: "I don't care what you think, let Danian turn himself in, the person is not dead, he will lose money at most." ”

After that, Director Mu went to the village headquarters, turned on the loudspeaker, and announced three things.

First, Mu Huatian is fine and is hospitalized;

second, continue to build roads, and everything will continue to be business as usual;

Third, whoever takes the soil without permission will kill the whole family!

Director Mu is also tasteless enough, and he even openly cursed on the loudspeaker!

Don't say it, the current village committee really has almost no control over the villagers. There is no authority to impose fines; there is no way to withhold funds in disguised form of fines, and now all kinds of government subsidies are directly distributed to the accounts of every household; and the management authority for the examination and approval of homestead land and family planning work is all within the reach of the town, and the village cannot reach it. Even now, marriage registration does not need to be issued by the village, and it can be done directly with ID card and household registration book, what rights do you say the village committee has?

Of course, the assessment of the subsistence allowance and the distribution of relief or something still need to be confirmed by the village committee, but there are really too few such things, and the coverage is too narrow!

Therefore, Director Mu gave up his taste and image, and cursed directly.

Because he knows in his heart that sometimes, superstition can make the villagers respect the rules.