Rural fighting is a sad past in the history of China's rural development. Behind the fights there is often the shadow of a rural clan. For example, most of Helu Village has the surname He, and the surname He can be regarded as a good word in the village, but He Lu is already a village with extremely weak clan influence.

He Baozheng can't even handle the affairs of his family, let alone have the heart to manage this small village where everyone is rotten, and he has not even dealt with the government much, and his power in the village is quite low.

In the countryside under the control of the clan, the villagers of the clan will help the villagers of their own clan to cope with all kinds of unreasonable servitude and taxes of the government, and the pay is directly proportional to the gain, and the clan will also protect the interests of the group in a violent way. Around land, water, minerals, mountains and forests, and even marriages, fierce fights will break out between different village clans.

Liang Chuan listened to the older generation that after the Hakka people moved south to Lingnan, because of the land, the two major clan forces of Tujia broke out in a 12-year large-scale armed struggle during the Xianfeng and Tongzhi years of the Qing Dynasty, and the two sides lost nearly 600,000 or 700,000 people! What is this concept? The entire Ming Dynasty died at the hands of the Japanese Invaders, and the number of soldiers and civilians was only hundreds of thousands, and the internal friction between the two clans killed no less than this number of people, which was a great loss for our nation.

He Lu has not had such a big scene for many years, because He Lu's reputation is too weak, and there are no interests worth fighting for with others, and everyone is just as poor. There is no one to take the lead in the fight, and the scene of the fight is often a few people fighting alone, and they suffer even more losses when they come and go.

He Baozheng even fights his wife is just a well-known thing in the village, and he is still expected to take the lead in finding people from other villages to fight hard?

But people will change, He Baozheng since he took a group of women to start a new way out, a sense of justice and responsibility in his heart and thoughts more and more Yayosheng, their village has been living a hard life for too long, fortune tellers have said, will live a good life, is it his turn to be Baozheng, lead everyone to live a good life together. He hopes like this in his heart, even if he is stained with Liang Chuan's light, but he is the integrity of this side.

He Baozheng brandished the bullwhip, whipped the cow's back vigorously, the old cow and He Baozheng sold their lives all their lives, and today they drove dozens of miles back and forth, and they were beaten by this old guy at night, the old green cow has not been treated this for many years, and he has a status at home after a tired life, and he is old, and he can't withstand such torture.

The ox cart is getting closer and closer to the sugarcane field, the noise in the field is getting louder and louder, looking at the past from a distance, next to the aqueduct in the sugarcane field, two groups of people on the left and one on the right are menacingly copying all kinds of farm tools, standing on both sides of the aqueduct and scolding each other. They were all peasant families in tattered linen shirts, and because it was dark, Liang Chuan couldn't see their faces clearly.

As they approached, Liang Chuan could hear their accents, and the group of tenant farmers under Zheng Ruoying, speaking with a thick northwest accent, were insulting these local villagers.

Liang Chuan secretly screamed: "It's not good, it's Fan Dianyuan and their group of northwesterners, something happened!" ”

Since the southern crossing of the clothes, the land contradiction in the south of China has become more and more serious, there is a term called the dispute between the Turks and the guest, the more south the more powerful, the small three or five groups of gangs fighting, serious comparable to the civil war, the number of people can reach hundreds of thousands, it is very scary.

The crowd on the canal was furious, and Liang Chuan waved the farm tools in his hands one by one, but it was limited to a war of words, and no one from the two groups took the lead in making a move, and they scolded in the dark.

"Thief, your mother, no wonder Lao Tzu always thought that the water in the field was gone, and he couldn't drink it by Tuxingsun, so much water was stopped in the afternoon, and when he got up early the next morning, there was not even a single foam in the whole field! Shout at your mother, come to Lao Tzu's field to steal water! ”

"Steal your mother's ball, you don't fucking scoop up this water from Nanxi, the water downstream of us has been intercepted by you, where to get water! You handfuls of foreign guest editors, when you come to our realm and use our water, you can still show off your power here, and you can't kill your stepmother! ”

"Your mother's criticism is fanning you, there is so much water in this fucking stream, you lazy ghosts don't go to fetch water, but instead start the idea of our canal water, and you are embarrassed to play ball, what is your territory, you poor ghost has the ability to shout with Master Zheng? Selling your broken hoe here, I'm afraid you won't succeed! ”

"Playing your mother's ball, what kind of bullshit and bird language are you talking about, don't let your mother scream, I don't understand!"

The scolding of the two people was in full swing, and their faces were a little hideous under the firelight, and they were holding their own guys tightly in their hands, ready to do it at any time. Although these villagers are armed with land, the dispersion is also quite amazing, and the somewhat timid villagers hide in the crowd and follow the coaxing, but the two legs ruthlessly betray their cowardly nature.

Liang Chuan and He Bao were in a hurry to turn over the ox cart, tie the ox cart to the side of the road, and the two of them rushed over to the field.

He Baozheng is not as good as Liang Chuan, when the hind foot arrived, the situation was not understood, the ground was uneven, he stepped on a lump of dirt, and he stumbled under his feet, and the person almost threw himself out. Fortunately, there was a confrontation of villagers in front, and he reflexively grabbed the clothes and feet of the person in front, but instead of grabbing the clothes and feet, he pushed this person away.

This push is like opening Pandora's box, and the domino effect causes the people in front of them to push one by one and squeeze forward. The people in the front row standing on the edge of the canal poured blood mold, and were forced into the canal by the top of the back!

The current atmosphere is already tense, and the scene is about to erupt, just a fuse, and He Baozheng's moment will undoubtedly escalate the situation sharply. The person who fell into the water subconsciously waved the guy in his hand, and the one who didn't have long eyes directly beckoned to Fan Dianyuan and their group of northwesterners!

"Melon skin thief, your mother, Lao Tzu called your mother Osmanthus, everyone fought with them, and they will be beaten!" Fan Dianyuan has always valued peace, and will never take the initiative to provoke trouble, but now it is too angry, these locals have been bullied to the head, and if they retreat, they will only gain an inch, and they will not be able to fight anymore!

For a while, the scene was out of control in an instant, and the two sides beckoned to the opposite person with a firewood knife and hoe and a rake, roaring, shouting, wailing, and all kinds of ghost screams were endless, and some people waved torches directly at each other, smashing sparks flying in all directions.

The peaceful and quiet small mountain village was covered with a haze of bloody fighting, He Baozheng had never seen such a chaotic and huge scene in his life, to be honest, there is nothing worth fighting for in these acres of rotten land on the north and north shores, and the big guys have been safe and quiet for decades.

Now the situation is not right, he himself is at the back of the brawl crowd, and the people in front of him are fighting so much that they don't recognize their relatives, and they will definitely finish playing when they go in.

Where did Saburo go?

Liang Chuan came one step ahead of himself, why couldn't he find it in the blink of an eye? He didn't want Liang Chuan to be hurt by these crazy villagers, there were still so many important things in the village for his idea, he couldn't have an accident.

Liang Chuan originally wanted to squeeze into the crowd and squeeze into the middle to mediate the contradiction between the two groups of people, but he didn't expect that as soon as he squeezed in, someone in the back seemed to push himself, and the people behind him pressed forward on the whole line, and the rush broke out!

At first, the group of people on Liang Chuan's side thought that Liang Chuan was their own person, after all, they were standing behind themselves, and the other party couldn't come over across a canal in front, but after taking a closer look, someone found that something was wrong, and this person had never seen it.

You must know that this kind of fighting between villages is all in the clan, seven aunts and eight aunts, whose little uncles all know it, but whenever there is a stranger, it means that this person is mixed in, the opposite side!

The person who found Liang Chuan immediately shouted, "Be careful, there's another one behind!" ”

Liang Chuan didn't expect them to think of themselves as Fan Dianyuan and their gang, and several villagers saw that they didn't have a guy in their hands, and their eyes lit up when they saw that they didn't have a guy in their hands, and it was not easy for two people to fight each other, and it was not easy to clean up a single guy without a guy.

Fighting is also a technical job! Everyone knows the best bully to be alone!

Everyone picked soft persimmons and pinched them, and three or five villagers turned the bow of the boat and hit Liangchuan.

"Everyone has something to say, don't fight and kill, wait for the next time someone will be killed, it will alarm the government!" Liang Chuan had a bitter face and persuaded a few people who pounced.

Liang Chuan's words not only didn't work, but also stimulated these villagers, a soft mouth means a soft mouth, and the heart is afraid, if this water dog doesn't beat it, then he is a fool!

"Speaking of your mother, the government will not pursue you if you are killed!"

Since good words are hard to persuade the hanged ghost, then don't blame me for being rude. A hint of fierceness flashed in Liang Chuan's eyes, I haven't stretched my muscles and bones for a long time, you are asking for yourself.

A middle-aged man waved an iron rake, picked up the full moon, from top to bottom, and built Liang Chuan fiercely, if it was built this time, it would be certain death, Liang Chuan couldn't help but feel the evil fire in his heart, you stepmothers still dare to be so arrogant about stealing people's water, this is to beat people to death.

The iron rake came down from the air, Liang Chuan didn't dodge or dodge, stretched out his left hand, and saw the trajectory of the iron rake falling with his eyes, and took it hard. Holding the rake handle tightly with his hand, he pulled it hard, and the middle-aged man who was swinging the rake was pulled by Liang Chuan, and the whole person flew out, fell to the ground, and ate a mouthful of mud.

Liang Chuan held the iron rake in his hand, kicked the rake head off with one foot, and held a bare rake and a long wooden stick in his hand. As soon as the two people who rushed towards Liang Chuan saw Liang Chuan, they let go of the strong man just now, and immediately flinched.

"Stop it!" Liang Chuan stood in the chaotic crowd and shouted, the sound was like spring thunder muffled me, and the ground exploded. Everyone was stunned at that time, turned their faces to look at Liang Chuan, and didn't know what was going on.

"Which of you does it again, don't blame Lao Tzu for being rude!" Liang Chuan glanced at everyone in the circle, his words were said to everyone, his tone was extremely arrogant, and some people's eyes were red, which angered these villagers at once.

"Hit him!"

At the scene, except for Fan Dianyuan and his group, all the others came to Liang Chuan, three layers inside and three layers outside, Fan Dianyuan They found out that this was Liang Sanlang, so they stopped. But the others didn't know it, so they turned around and besieged Liangchuan.

He Baozheng found Liang Chuan, and when he saw that the situation was wrong, he immediately ran to the village to call someone!

Liang Chuan snorted coldly: "You are looking for death!" ”

A figure is like a tiger entering the flock, the wooden stick in Liang Chuan's hand, comparable to Wei Tuo's demon pestle, the guy in the hands of the villagers knocked lightly with it, and was knocked out, looking down to see that the tiger's mouth was full of blood, a pair of blood trembling.

Liang Chuan didn't attack their bodies, it would be fatal if they were hit, but only slightly knocked their weapons away to pay respect. A group of people built and slashed around Liang Chuan, but they couldn't get close to Liang Chuan, and several firewood knives were flying.

Liang Chuan was surrounded in the heart of the city, and this group of unknown villagers couldn't be attacked for a long time!

Not far away, there was another commotion, and a large number of torches signaled that a large number of people were rushing here.

This group of villagers was secretly frightened, this fucking person can't handle it, and if there are so many more people, we don't have to go back at night.

"I only heard the new group of people shouting: San Lang, don't panic, we're here to save you!"

As soon as they heard this voice, all the villagers who were stealing water were like ashes, knowing that this group of people was not a helper, and they suffered a big loss at night, and a leader said hatefully: "Everyone withdraw!" ”