"Little rabbit, dare to bite? You're a dog! ”

Majiazhuang is located on a hillside facing south from north to south, and a dirt road runs through the village from east to west. In the center of the village is a crossroads, which divides the whole village into four parts. On the northwest side of the intersection, on both sides of the street, there is a magnificent two-story stacked house. The courtyard in front of the stacked houses is also fully enclosed with a steel structure, and the light blue tempered glass reflects the blood-colored sunset.

Sunlight shone into the courtyard of the neighbor to the west, three low-slung adobe straw huts that looked like they could collapse at any moment. The courtyard wall facing the street has been demolished, and some building materials are piled up in the courtyard, all of which are left over from the neighbors on the east side when they closed the courtyard, as well as some construction waste.

At the ruins of the courtyard wall, more than a dozen peasants stood in an arc with their arms crossed, ranging from their twenties to their forties, tall, short, fat and thin, but they all looked like rural ruffians, and they were still very good rural ruffians.

The curved human wall guards an old peasant. This old peasant is wearing a coat with open arms, holding half a cigarette, and has a majestic image of the ruler of the world and all living beings. At his feet knelt a dirty firewood girl.

At the door of the grass house was a half-lying and half-sitting old man with a dull gaze, and the half-cut trouser tube of his right leg was empty.

With that angry shout, the middle-aged peasant in the middle of the courtyard rounded his arms and slapped a little boy in a school uniform in the face with a "snap". The boy in the school uniform fell down and fell three or four meters away.

"Don't! Fourth uncle, you spare us, Xiao Shi is not sensible......" The firewood girl who was kneeling on the ground shouted heartbreakingly, and pounced on the boy in school uniform named Xiao Shi.

The old farmer in the overcoat sighed sadly, "Ma Dabao, they have been old neighbors for many years, and they can't write two horse characters with one stroke, right?" You said that I kindly arranged for you to show me the gate, give you a house to live in, and pay you a salary every month! Alas, why are you so ignorant? ”

"But this is my ancestral home!" Ma Dabao, the old man at the door of the grass house, kicked one leg, leaned on the door frame, trembling with anger, but he didn't dare to speak more.

"Your family is such a big ancestral home! Lao Tzu dismantled it for you, and you have to transport garbage out! "The middle-aged peasant who had just fanned a small stone in the middle of the courtyard was not very tall, and it was relatively wide horizontally. He took a sip at Ma Dabao and looked back at the old farmer in the coat, "Dad, what are you talking to a cripple?!" Tie this dog directly to the quarry, throw a steamed bun every day, and top two watchdogs......"

"Didn't my father's cripple be smashed in your quarry? You bully landlord, kill our family! The corners of Xiao Shi's mouth were bleeding, and he stood up with his own support.

"If you dare to die, Lao Tzu will dare to bury it! What's special, it's a matter of digging a pit, and there will be no accidents in the quarry in any year! The peasant in the prime of life rolled up his sleeves and walked towards the boulder with a hideous face.

The dozen or so rural ruffians in the back looked at the old farmer in the coat, who only tilted his face at a forty-five degree angle and smoked. The ruffians walked forward slowly, some with ropes, some with boning knives, and some with slingsticks. Only the old farmer in the coat and a middle-aged farmer with glasses remained.

The firewood girl hugged Xiao Shi's waist and cried out silently, "Fourth uncle, chief grandfather!" Stop it! We sell, sell to your home! ”

"Alas, how many generations of neighbors, fourth! Try not to do it if you can! The old farmer in the coat sighed, threw the butt of his cigarette on the ground, and winked at the bespectacled peasant. The spectacle farmer took out a blank piece of paper from his pocket and walked towards Ma Dabao.

"Daddy! I won't sell it to them, and I won't sell it to them if it's burned! Xiao Shi struggled violently, and actually broke free of the firewood girl's hand and pounced on the prime-aged farmer known as the fourth child!

"Look for death!" Ma Laosi licked his lips, raised his right leg with a cruel smile, and kicked Xiao Shi's chest and abdomen!

If this kick is solid, if you don't die, you will lose half your life! How could the old farmer in the coat watch the death of his neighbor's child, he lowered his head and lit a cigarette.

"Ahh

The screams came, and the old farmer in the coat raised his head in confusion - why was it not Ma Xiaoshi who fell to the ground screaming, but the fourth child?

The moment Ma Laosi kicked out with his right foot, his left knee suddenly weakened! The right foot, which was supposed to be kicked out, was so hard that it turned into a forward leg, and it was firmly whipped to the ground, turning into a half-pulled horse!

Then his upper body fell violently, and he even leaned forward and pressed against his straightened right leg, and the movement was very standard, which can be called "perfect".

It seems that Ma Laosi's dance foundation is not very thick, but he completed this difficult action with great perseverance, and the crotch of his pants came out with a bright cracking sound.

Judging from the severity of the screams, it is probably not only the crotch that has been torn. Ma Laosi's friends were all stunned, and no one thought to help him change his posture after screaming - after all, it was too difficult to use a horse!

"The village chief, huh? Last name...... Director Ma? I convince you, you said it so well! How many generations of neighbors have been, try not to do it if you can! ”

With a burst of laughter, a fat man came down the street, his face full of sincere smiles. When he walked up to the old peasant in the coat, the fat man enthusiastically shook the other man's hand and shook it vigorously, like an underground worker in the white area who had finally returned to the revolutionary base after many difficulties and dangers.

"I am!" The old farmer in the coat admitted his identity reservedly, and wanted to withdraw his hand, but he couldn't do it for a while, and it was not easy to exert too much effort, so he had to ask hesitantly, "Are you-"

"Passerby, haha, I love to watch a lively life!" The fat man finally let go of Director Ma's hand, stretched out his hands together, and helped him pull the front of the coat to the middle. By the way, he also patted the dust on his shoulders and chest, which looked much neater.

I don't know when a dirty SUV was parked on the street. At the opening of the car door, a tall and thoughtful beautiful woman walked towards the courtyard like a fairy, just frowning.

"Sister Lang? What are you doing here? The tears on the firewood girl's face were not dry, she could hardly believe her eyes, and wanted to step forward to greet her, but her legs couldn't move.

"Xiaolan, are you okay?" Lang Yuan walked straight to the firewood girl, looked her up and down, and helped her pull the messy hair on her forehead behind her ears.

The whole courtyard looked at this fairy who fell from the sky dumbfounded. Director Ma peeked at the fat man with a smile on his face. The glasses farmer was walking halfway up his waist, and he felt a little in a dilemma, and looked back at Director Ma.

No one looked at Ma Laosi, and he didn't wait for anyone to come and help him, so he had to withdraw the horse with his hands and feet, and sat on the ground panting, sweating profusely. However, the tiger is not invincible, he inhales cold air in his mouth, and his speech is still fierce and vicious, "Who was it just now, hit my leg?" ”

No one answered him. Everyone didn't come back to their senses for a while, and Director Ma didn't give instructions or hints - the fat man had been standing intimately beside him......

The sun was about to set, and the wind was blowing.

Lang Yuan took out a pack of tissues and helped Xiaolan wipe her face. Xiaolan pulled the somewhat timid Xiaoshi over, took a tissue from Lang Yuan's hand and wiped the blood from the corner of Xiaoshi's mouth. Then he pulled Lang Yuan with one hand and Xiaoshi with the other, ran to the door happily, helped Ma Dabao to sit down, and said excitedly, "Dad, Sister Lang is here!" We are saved, no sellers are needed! ”

Sister Wolf? It looks like a fox sister...... The uninformed rural ruffian is still a little superstitious, why did Ma Laosi suddenly have weak legs just now?

"Sister Wolf?" Ma Laosi didn't believe in evil, and stood up with the ruffian next to him, "Why am I still a wolf brother-in-law!" Whose crotch isn't tightened, and these two pop up—"

As soon as he said this, he saw Lang Yuan trotting three or four steps, flying up with a kick, and swept the volley on Ma Laosi's temple!

Ma Laosi was already unsteady on his feet, his legs flew to the person, and with a "poof", he fell to the ground solidly!

"If you want to be Lang's brother-in-law, you are not qualified enough!" Lang Yuan slowly retracted his long legs with a decomposition motion, and his cold gaze was like a sharp sword, slowly sweeping over the ruffians.

No matter where the ruffian is, the fight depends on a ruthless force, swarming up and punching and kicking. Once someone takes away the momentum, it will become a plate of loose sand, and you must be faster than your companions when you escape.

Lang Yuan's legs were too fast, too ruthless, and he didn't call for battle before hitting people, and the ruffians didn't come to their senses, looked at each other, and looked at Director Ma in unison, but Director Ma also opened his mouth and stammered, and he didn't have the usual posture of commanding the superior - this girl will fight no matter what she says! It's not right, she doesn't say it's fighting......

"You are all dead! Call me! Fight to the death, kill me! Ma Laosi lay on the ground, finally breathed a sigh of relief, and screamed hoarsely again.

A group of ruffians really have a backbone, and more than a dozen strong men were intimidated by a woman, which is really not like words.

In the shouting of Ma Laosi, the ruffians clenched the various guys in their hands, and when they all looked at Lang Yuan, they were not without apprehension - she is a woman, right?