It's ruthless.

Liu Cang is good at using his bare hands, and he feels that the clan elders are worried that it is superfluous for him to start lightly or heavily.

Look at the blood droplets flying in the chaotic battle, who is not light or heavy on this horse?

Liu Cang rushed through the crowd, wailing everywhere he passed, from the first punches and kicks, to the last with a thick stick in hand.

But after a while, Liu Cang threw away the stick in his hand again, and he found that something seemed to be wrong.

It seemed that the people he had beaten were all pumping on the ground, while the others were beating flesh and blood, but their faces were covered with blood and they could still jump up and scream.

The stick was gone, and Liu Cang began to catch the young men in the East Village and smash them.

"Call, just your call! Syllable! Kicked on the thigh of a young man who was fighting with Liu's children, and made up for it, and his own Liu's children came up to take over, and Liu Cang ran towards the next place where the battle was fierce.

On the rubble wasteland, many people have been thrown to the ground, including those in Lousang Village and East Village.

People from the two villages, you said they were fake, right? But these people are so fisted that they are bloody.

In the end, Liu Cang confirmed that for these people, it seems that as long as they don't kill people with one punch, as long as they don't kill people, they can already be regarded as keeping their hands.

In the center of the battlefield, the two old men with four prime of life are still there in a concave shape, the wind sweeps the leaves, and the forest rustles, which is quite a bit of a bleak artistic conception of the battlefield.

The old man of the Liu clan smiled lightly, and there seemed to be smugness in his eyes.

The old man's lips trembled a little, his own children were obviously at a disadvantage, and the old man seemed to be hesitating to stop.

Liu's shit luck has something to do with the great Confucian Cai Yong, but these two villages fight for water, and as an outsider, you can't interfere even if you are a great Confucian.

And the Liu clan formed the Xiangyong, which may allow them to take advantage of the momentum, but they will not show their white blades, and the old man in the East Village thinks that his family still has a good chance of winning.

Originally, Liu Xuande, the Liu family, was more difficult, but Dongcun had already planned to divide people to contain him.

Liu Deran, who is also famous, is a person who can't fight, and picking out a few people to besiege him can make him scramble.

But that Liu Cang kid is inevitably too capable of fighting, he is young, and his skin is thick and thick. The little rabbit cub rushed around, and a lot of Higashimura children folded in his hands.

"Patriarch, look... A middle-aged man beside the old man of the East Village clan looked ugly and tentative.

"We'll do it again." Glancing at the smug Liu clan elder opposite, the old man in the East Village had an ugly face and said softly.

It's impossible to win, but you can't just admit defeat casually. If you find a place after losing, you must not give people the impression of weakness.

Squirt three liters of blood, and spray them in the face too!

"Will Liu Datam's little rabbit cub run to Zhang Wazi's yard?" The elder of the East Village clan asked in a voice to the young man beside him.

"Well, looking at the appearance of the third family, it should be." The middle-aged man nodded.

"The girl of Zhang Wazi's family is also willing?" The elder of the East Village continued to ask. The middle-aged man looked strange, hesitated for a moment, and nodded.

Zhang Wazi is Zhang Xiuniang's father, who married the mother-in-law in the village in his early years and settled in the East Village, which is half of the East Village.

And Liu Cang touched Zhang Xiuniang's bedroom, and it was precisely because Zhang Xiuniang did not show any resistance that the village turned a blind eye.

"Embroidery, that girl really can't give birth?" The elder of the Dongcun clan stared at the scene of Liu Cang roaring and throwing people, his beard trembled, and he continued to ask the middle-aged man.

The Han Dynasty encouraged childbearing, and women were exempt from taxation for men in their families, including the reduction of forced labor. To put it bluntly, a woman giving birth to a child is money, even life.

Women who can't give birth are not welcomed, and modern people have blackened some social customs of the Han Dynasty with a light and fluttering feudalism, alas, it doesn't matter if we think we are self-righteous, don't think of everyone as fools.

"This... Presumably. Don't worry, I will put some dogs near Zhang's house when I go back, and if that kid dares to touch the village again, he will definitely take down his theory with the Liu family. The middle-aged man nodded uncertainly, and then said hatefully.

"Take it, take it!" The old man of the Dongcun clan glared at the middle-aged man.

"What a good baby, but I took advantage of my daughter in the East Village, but I can't just forget it." The middle-aged was stunned, but he heard the elders of the Dongcun clan praise Liu Cang.

"Uh... What do you mean, clan elder? The middle-aged man asked in a low voice.

"Embroidery Niang, her father, go back and let him come to see me." Without answering, the patriarch thought about it and said to the middle-aged.

"He seems to have gone to a relative's house a few days ago, but now he is not in the village." The middle-aged man shook his head.

"It's not like that, he has even relatives, and his daughter is being bullied, and I don't see him speaking up for the baby." The elder of the Dongcun clan said, middle-aged and a little stunned.

It is said that for Liu Cang's affairs, the village did turn a blind eye, but the main reason was that Zhang Xiuniang could not give birth to children.

It is difficult for a woman who can't give birth to a child to remarry this year, and Zhang Xiuniang is six years older than Liu Cang, how old was that kid when he touched the door, it's hard to say who bullied whom.

The middle-aged man looked at the clan elder in astonishment, and the clan elder seemed to know what the middle-aged man thought, so he turned his head aside and just ignored it.

"Forget it, the old husband of the embroidered girl is rare, so why can't you watch the girl have no home." The old man of the East Village shook his head.

"Looking for someone to find Liu Cang to say goodbye in the future, remember, avoid Liu's descendants." The elder of the Dongcun clan quietly glanced at the elder of the Liu clan and said to the middle-aged.

"But... Clan Elder, where are everyone Cai? The middle-aged man looked embarrassed.

"Hmph, now that everyone Cai is in Liu's Village, it is difficult for us to find an opportunity to visit." The elder of the Dongcun clan snorted lightly, and seemed to be quite dissatisfied with the Liu clan for this.

"Cai everyone is a virtuous person, and we are also distressed by the younger generations, Cai everyone will not embarrass us and other villagers for this matter." The old road of the East Village clan.

"Even if you want to be evil, it is Liu Cang's kid who should be punished for his profligacy, you can rest assured, it will not have much impact on my East Village."

"Patriarch, this is not good." The middle-aged man looked embarrassed, is this trying to anger Cai Yong? It is not easy for villagers to get the opportunity, which is a bit of a ruinous suspicion.

"You know the." The old man of the East Village clan scolded in a low voice.

"Look at it, look at it!" Seems to be excited, the old voice of the Dongcun clan is slightly higher, and when he saw the old man of the Liu clan looking around, he suppressed his voice again.

"Look at it, that kid is only fourteen, look at how brute he is, the Liu family has him, when do you want my East Village to be pressed?" The Dongcun clan was panting, and it was obvious that the previous calm was all strong pressure.

“。。。” The middle-aged man was silent, watching Liu Cang scurrying around with his own children, and four or five young people were turned into rolling gourds by him in a moment, but he couldn't refute the clan elders.

"Then what if everyone Cai agrees that the kid accepts the embroidery girl?" The middle-aged questioned it, but was angrily glared at by the clan elders.

"What do you mean, Hindrance? The old man just wanted him to accept the embroidery girl, what kind of person are you to be an old man? ”

"That kid accepted the embroidery girl, and naturally he is also from my East Village. Can the old man still harm these babies? The old man of the East Village clan scolded.

The corners of the middle-aged eyes twitched, it didn't hurt, didn't you have a little pressure in your heart? With your righteous attitude, sure enough, you are the elder of the clan.

"Liu's descendants, stop. This time, our East Village lost. ”

After scolding the middle-aged man beside him, the old man of the Dongcun clan said indifferently to the old man of the Liu clan, put down the big gun in his hand, ignored the people, turned around tremblingly, and looked like he was about to leave alone with a desolation.

Putting down the big gun implied that the flag was dropped, and the villagers saw it and knew that the winner was divided, so they usually consciously stopped.

"Lou Sang Liu Cang is here! If you are not convinced, just come up! "At the same time, before the elder of the Liu clan could speak, Liu Cang's burst of shouting came from afar.

The old man of the Dongcun clan staggered under his feet, and when he raised his eyes, he saw Liu Cang lifting one of his descendants above his head, and the old clan's eyelids were beating very much.

"Hahahaha, good! Yanren Zhang Fei is also here! The old man of the Dongcun clan has not yet stood firm, and there is another burst of applause, and the strange tone of the young man's voice change period even the old eyelids of the Liu clan jumped up this time.