At nine o'clock in the evening, the lights in Wulibaozi Village were turned on.

The lights in their village were a few months later than Shiligou, but for the sake of tranquility, they were also installed.

At this time, the yellow light bulb under the loudspeaker of the team's original barn in the village's original barn was lit.

Under the yellow light, the eight boys knelt on the ground, with several more wounds on their faces, and their hair was messy than a bird's nest.

Sun Dazhuang and the captain of Wuli Fort each guarded one side, and the Chu River and the Han boundary were clearly distinguished.

An Ning was behind Sun Dazhuang, and the gong in his hand was taken away by Jiang Xia.

"Sun Dazhuang, what do you mean today?"

"What do you mean? Don't you understand this, send the beast home. ”

The captain of Wuli Fort on the other side has heard what happened, but he is a person who wants to save face, which makes people feel embarrassed to be at home.

On top of that, the eight people who knelt had his own son.

"If they don't do it right, we will teach it ourselves, what do you mean?"

Sun Dazhuang didn't let go and said, "If you know how to teach, I won't be able to catch them tonight." ”

"Besides, did you see us do it?"

"This is all your own people, at least people know etiquette, righteousness and shame, unlike some people."

Sun Dazhuang almost pointed his finger at the face of the person opposite.

The eight boys who take the lead are each other's sons.

The captain of Wuli Fort simply ignored Sun Dazhuang and shouted to a few people on the ground to stand up.

The mouth is not clean, and he said: "If your own girl is clean, can she attract others?" ”

"Grass and mud horses!"

In a word, ignite the flames of war.

On Anning's side, several fathers were here, and they rushed out without stopping them.

Although the person on the other side felt that it was wrong, he was beaten by other villages, so what could he do if he didn't make a move.

Fights began.

An Ning rushed over at the first swing.

Next, I saw a nimble figure, one punch to one, and then one elbow to turn around and bring down another.

Jiang Xia took the big gong and followed behind An Ning, blocking and kicking the gaps.

There are more and more people in Wulibaozi, and there are not many people on Sun Dazhuang's side, but they are all the strongest people in the village.

Coupled with the two big killers of An Ning and Jiangxia, An Guoqing, an invincible general who fought all over ten miles and eight villages, was a little anxious for a while.

If someone hadn't called the police, the arrival of the public security might not have been able to end.

At ten o'clock in the middle of the night, it was still the barnyard.

In the middle stood three police officers, flanked by villagers who were both wounded.

"Come on, let's talk about it, because what?"

"Shameless for them!"

"You're shameless!"

"You want to try another one?"

"You old stinky and shameful, I said what can you do!"

The two sides compared and scolded.

"Shut up, you're arguing, take it all."

The public security in the middle, with a snort, shook the people on both sides.

After some understanding, the public security finally understood the situation.

This is a well-deserved thing.

No one on either side wanted to go to the Public Security Bureau, and in addition, the law did not hold the public accountable, so there were too many people involved in the fight.

In the end, after verbal education between the two parties, the eight boys apologized, and the matter ended.

Under the eyes of the police, Sun Dazhuang took the villagers back to the village together.

"Come on, let's blow it."

Sun Dazhuang also had a few catties of anti-bones on his body, and the villagers who were not seriously injured in the back picked up the suona and erhu in their hands again, played and sang.

An Ning didn't know when, he got an erhu.

Squeaky and pull, and there is no tune.

But the whole person is more excited than the one who can pull.

Jiang Xia took the big gong, beat it cooperatively, listened to the Divine Comedy of Tranquility, and walked all the way towards the village.

The arrogant posture of Shiligou made the people in Wulibao behind look angry, and when they saw the source of their own trouble, the willow strips on their trouser belts, all greeted them.

Beat it, but it was still light.

Out of Wuli Fort, the playing and singing stopped.

The villagers, who had been hit a few times, walked in twos and threes, and their spirits were high.

Win!

Regardless of men and women, young and old, young and young, they like to win, it is in their bones.

Jiang Xia finally had the opportunity to ask about An Ning.

"Why did the erhu run away from your hand?"

"The third uncle broke his hand and pulled it hard."

An Ning turned his head sideways and asked, "How did I pull it?" ”

"Truth or falsehood?"

"What are you talking about?"

Jiang Xia said in a serious voice: "If you don't lie, you can successfully send me away." ”

"What about the truth?"

"The truth is that I was sent away, and after listening to your music, I couldn't help but want to come back to life, and told you not to pull it."

After Jiang Xia finished speaking, he only heard a muffled thud.

An Ning's small fist smashed into his body.

"What are you doing with your gong? I didn't want to smash you. ”

An Ning apologized embarrassedly, Jiang Xia said it didn't matter, and took a step behind and whispered, "Subconscious behavior." ”

He didn't want peace and pain.

"I'll be able to practice it later."

An Ning hugged the erhu, took a quick step, and went back to find the third uncle to learn to play the erhu.

Jiang Xia, who was behind, still had time to comment: "This strength that doesn't admit defeat is too much like me." ”

After walking all the way for more than ten minutes, the villagers of Shiligou went back one by one after entering the village.

An Ning followed An Sancheng, An Guoqing, and An Guoping back home.

Jiang Xia took Li Chengze, who participated in the group fight for the first time, back home.

Early the next morning, An Ning came out on time to run, and as soon as he went out of the door, he saw Li Chengze.

"How many people did you hit yesterday?"

An Ning and An Guoping behind him stepped forward at the same time, watching Li Chengze in the middle, one left and one right.

Li Chengze in the middle, his left eye is blue, his right eye is bruised, his cheekbones are swollen, and his lips are thick as if he has been poisoned by a snake.

"I, the ——- of the great ——-"

"Sister, what did he say?"

"I don't know."

"He said he didn't fight anyone."

Jiang Xia came out of the courtyard with rhubarb and handed Li Chengze an egg casually.

"Rub it yourself."

Li Chengze took the egg and put it on his face, and was snatched by Jiang Xia in disgust.

"Peel!"

Li Chengze let out a sigh of relief from the corner of his mouth on one side, followed behind An Ning, ready to run.

"Can you still run like this?"

"Don't worry, he's slapped in the face, there's nothing on his body, and nothing will be delayed."

Jiang Xia's explanation made An Ning's face look incomprehensible.

Is this a fist that gave the face to someone else, and it was aimed at the punch?

How Lee Sung-taek was beaten like this has become a big unsolved mystery.

The morning run began, and when the morning run was over, An Ning beckoned everyone to stop.

"Starting today, I will teach you a set of boxing, and you can learn what you want to learn, not reluctantly."

An Ning accepted the gift from the third master, and always felt that he should do something for the village.

Keeping fit is the first thing.