Five of the villagers who were beaten, including Uncle Aji, were clearly wounded and were now lying on the ground, with Uncle Aji and another middle-aged man covering their heads, blood running down their hands.

Standing on the left were the villagers who had arrived one after another, and the earlier ones did not bring any hoes and other farm tools, it seems that they only heard that someone was beaten and did not know that it was so serious, and it is estimated that they called the villagers later because of this, and each brought a hoe, a steel pipe, and a flat pole.

When Wang Bo arrived, there were at least fifty or sixty villagers gathered here, and there were some women watching behind.

Standing on the right should be the Su family who bought the mountain, and there were nearly twenty black-clothed bodyguards standing in the front row, looking at the villagers lying on the ground and the more and more villagers who came, and sneered at the farm tools held by those villagers.

In the back, a few village cadres and a few people who looked quite imposing were cautiously talking to the two people who should be buyers at first glance.

And in the innermost, there is also a man in his forties wearing a long shirt with a dusty temperament, looking calm and breezy, and he doesn't seem to have the slightest interest in what is happening now, looking at the mountain with his hands behind his back and his head up.

"Oh my God!"

Aunt Ah Hua and the wives of several other villagers who were beaten also rushed to her husband's side, and when they saw the tragic situation, they all screamed and wailed.

At this time, there were more and more villagers, and the shouting was getting louder and louder, and the emotions were getting more and more excited with the shouting.

"Brother Guang! You're a dog! ”

"Brother Guang, you sold the mountain without our consent, you have a short life, you think you are great if you become the village chief, right?"

"Ah Sheng's grandfather, let's make it clear when you die!"

"Brother Guang, your milk beeps the salt dew, wipe it up, bask in the sun, lick it for your grandfather, and then bring it to your grandfather and drill the ......"

Among the villagers, the most scolded object is still the village chief Hong Guangdi, as for the "Ah Sheng" is Hong Guangdi's father, calling this Hong Guangdi his father's grandfather is quite light, and there are more and more ugly local dialects, most of which are beyond the scope of Mandarin can be expressed.

In the midst of the scolding, Wang Bo had already walked to the side of the villagers who were lying on the ground. He is just a teenager, and everyone in the village knows that he has a good relationship with Uncle Aji, but on the other side, they don't care if they think that this young man is the son of a villager who was beaten.

Wang Bo quietly checked the injuries of the five beaten villagers, although the wounds of several people were obvious, but they were not serious, as for the broken foreheads of Uncle Aji and another person, Wang Bo also quietly stopped the bleeding with a technique.

At the same time, his hearing was superb, and in such a noisy shout, he could also hear the conversation between the village chief and the others behind the black-clothed bodyguard and the Su family, and he couldn't help frowning.

"What's noisy, what's it called!"

Seeing that the situation was becoming more and more uncontrollable, the village chief Hong Guangdi and another person walked out of a row of black-clothed people, their faces gloomy and about to drip water, and yelled at the villagers.

This Hong Guangdi is about fifty years old, he has been a two-term village chief, his son has set up a factory in the town, and his son-in-law is also a capable person, and he is also quite ruthless, so he has some prestige among the villagers. With such a loud shout, most of the villagers stopped shouting temporarily, but naturally there were also people who didn't like him at all, such as the village's Pipping King Baidong was one of them.

"I said Uncle Guang, you are really majestic!" Wang Baidong crooked his neck and shook his feet, and said with a sneer: "I thought I was the hairiest and most faceless in the village, but I didn't expect to be so far worse than you and me, even the ancestral graves of the people in the village have to be dug, you are really good!" ”

When Wang Baidong spoke, he still glanced at Wang Bo next to the injured person, after all, the scene where he and several other splashes were beaten by Wang Bo last time is still vivid, and it is impossible to say in his heart that he is not afraid.

Hong Guangdi frowned fiercely, ignored Wang Baidong's words, and shouted at the villagers with a raised voice: "Everyone is quiet, everyone is quiet!" The matter of selling the mountain has already been approved by the town and the county, and it is useless for everyone to make trouble! The grave will definitely be moved, but you don't have to worry, in addition to the money from the sale of the mountain will be distributed to you, part of it will be used to build a public grave! Every family in the village has a share, and it will definitely be bigger, better and more magnificent than the original! As for Aji and the others, although they took the lead and collided with the leaders of the town and the nobles who bought the mountain, the person who bought the mountain said that they would compensate each of them 3,000 yuan as medical expenses! This matter is decided, everyone should stop making trouble, they are all dispersed! It's better than anything else and it's better for everyone! ”

"Okay, you milk beep!"

"Male grave, beep! Everybody's got a bit of a beep! If you want to build and bury your whole family, if there are too many graves, you will be buried separately, one will bury your milk's feet, one will bury your milk's hands, and one will bury your grandfather's chicken! ”

Hong Guangdi's tough words made the villagers suddenly furious, and Wang Baidong and the bold villagers scolded directly again.

"Noisy, noisy, noisy! What's the use of arguing! ”

Hong Guangdi suddenly roared angrily when he heard this: "The documents for selling the mountain have been approved, and the contract has been signed, this is a sure thing, no matter how noisy you are, it's useless!" Why, do you still have to renovate one by one? ”

At this time, behind the villagers squeezed out more than 20 old people who had just arrived, all of whom were over sixty years old, among which the trembling old man who walked in front had a face that was heavier than anyone else, it was Hong Guangdi's father, Hong Asheng.

Hong Asheng walked in front of Hong Guangdi, raised his hand and slapped Hong Guangdi's face, and scolded: "Grandpa, you are my grandfather!" Did you hear it, did you hear it, the whole village is poking at your ancestors for eighteen generations and scolding! Move the grave, do you need to move any grave, the eighteenth generation of the ancestors has long been scolded and jumped out of the grave! I, Ah Sheng, have never done anything to be sorry for anyone, how did I give birth to such a dog like you! Move the grave, move the grave, where did you let Lao Tzu die and bury it? Or do you want Lao Tzu to die in front of you now! ”

When he scolded, he spat and spat, and then raised his hand and slapped it again.

"You know what!"

Brother Hong Guang retreated and dodged, furious, and said in a deep voice: "If you die, you will die, and you will not be buried if you die!" I do everything for the sake of future generations, you know! The dead can't make way for the living? ”

Hong Asheng trembled with anger, poked his fingers at Hong Guangdi, and the green tendons on his neck burst out: "Even the mountains have been bought, and they say that they are thinking about future generations!" Do you think about your family, do you think about others? ”

"Isn't it your ......?"

Hong Guangdi wanted to say something, but was stopped by the person on the side, who had a faint smile on his face, and said to Hong Asheng: "Uncle, calm down, everyone should also calm down, I am the mayor Xia Dongtian!" I know that everyone must be in a mood now, but please think about it for a while, the eastern side of this Daqing Mountain is also barren and useless, and selling it is also generating income for everyone, right? In short, the buyer has signed with your village committee for this matter, and our town and county levels have also approved the documents, in black and white, with evidence. Uncle, you also understand people, if this matter is caused again, it will not be good for the villagers. If we really want to make trouble again, then we won't just stand and talk about it, and then the judicial department will be involved, and the matter will be serious. ”

"Don't tell me this!"

An old man who was at least seventy years old next to Hong Asheng stared at the mayor of the town Xia Dongtian with a pair of eyes like copper bells, and said, "The mayor of the town, right?" Is it reasonable for the village committee to sell the mountain with the consent of our villagers? Let me ask you again, is it the above approval that is important, or the opinions of the villagers that are important? ”

Xia Dongtian's face sank.

Can't even answer such a question? From ancient times to the present, we uneducated farmers know a saying that it is better to go home and sell sweet potatoes if you are not in charge of the people. Hmph, but if you don't work hard and don't distinguish between grains and grains, you probably won't even be qualified to sell sweet potatoes! ”

After the old man scratched a sentence, he didn't pay attention to Xia Dongtian at all, coughed, and his voice became louder: "Although our Longxi Village is not rich, it is really not rare to see the money from selling mountains and selling the money of ancestors!" No matter which of you agrees to sell the mountain, in short, if we villagers don't agree, we can't sell it! ”

The villagers also shouted: "Yes, it can't be sold!" ”

The old man looked at the villagers and said, "You children, all stand back and watch, this kind of thing is not your turn before we old things die!" Didn't you say that it would be bad for us to make trouble, and didn't you say that there would be some judicial department if it went on? Okay! We old things who have already stepped into the coffin with half a foot are going to make a fuss and see, whether we want to beat or catch, they are all coming at us! ”

The more the old man talked, the more excited he became, and he didn't know whether he had made up his mind to make a big deal or if he had a big temper, so he picked up his cane and knocked it on a black-clothed bodyguard next to him.

"Are you going to beat someone?"

The old men with crutches in their hands on the side also hit those bodyguards one after another, and some directly smashed at Hong Guangdi and Xia Dongtian.

All of a sudden, the scene became chaotic again.