Siheyuan: Bringing Warehouses to 1959

In this era, people were very aggressive. After all, it had only been a few years since the war ended. There were not too many legal and moral concerns. What mattered was the pleasure of revenge, so fighting was inevitable.

It was very common for people in the same village to fight. Sometimes it was because of a curse, and sometimes even because the cows had eaten the crops in the fields. A fight made people feel better. So brotherhood was very important at that time, and fighting was a fight between brothers.

But Zengzhuang and Zhujia Village are different. There has been a long-standing feud between the two villages, which can be traced back to before liberation. The cause was water. In an era when people depended on the weather for their livelihood, water for irrigating the fields was particularly important.

Zengzhuang and Zhujia Village have fought over water countless times. At the worst time, people from both villages went out together, using sickles, kitchen knives, dung forks, and anything else they could find to kill them. This was more than once, when people died.

This situation only ended after the big pot meal was implemented. The land and the harvest became public property, so who the hell would still work so hard?

However, when it comes to personal grudges, villagers from the two villages will still fight.

It was precisely because of this that Zeng Youhuo was anxious. He was worried that something might happen to his three children. No matter how good Zhang Xiuzhi was at fighting, she was just a girl and two fists could not beat four hands.

Zengzhuang and Zhujia Village are not far apart, only about ten miles away. After running a few miles, Zeng Wangcai saw the figures of Zhang Xiuzhi and other two on the village road. Opposite them, there were four or five people standing, and one was lying on the ground.

Fortunately, they were not our own people. Second Uncle said that only three of Xiuzhi’s group went, including Xiaohu and Xiaobao.

Zeng Wangcai breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that his people were fine, and quickened his pace again: "Don't fight, Chinese people don't fight Chinese people..."

Let's howl first to calm the other side down. There are many people on the other side, four or five... No, damn, there are more people coming from Zhujia Village, fuck, there are so many people, more than ten people.

Zeng Wangcai's heart was in his throat. What he worried about came true.

"Xiuzhi! Are you okay?" Zeng Wangcai arrived at the battlefield before the enemy reinforcements arrived. He saw Zhang Xiuzhi standing behind Xiaohu and Xiaobao. Her face looked unhappy. She was slightly tilted and didn't look at the other party. It was a bit abnormal.

Xiaohu and Xiaobao's faces turned pale, and anger almost flowed out of their pupils.

"Brother, we are fine. It's a relief that they didn't beat him to death!" Xiaohu said in a deep voice.

"Fuck you, you're still so arrogant after beating someone up. My villagers are coming and I'm going to beat you all to death!" A dark-skinned young man on the opposite side cursed.

Zeng Wangcai had some impression of this person. There was this person in his original memory. The black-skinned sesame stalk was called Zhu Damao, and the one lying on the bottom was called Zhu Ermao. They were the eldest and second sons of the family of the village chief of Zhujia Village.

In addition to Zhu Damao and Zhu Ermao, there is also the third child, Zhu Xiaoming, in their family. The fourth and fifth children are both girls and are not here.

No wonder so many people were called at once. The village chief used his power for personal gain. If he was mobilizing people for the irrigation of crops in the village, it could be said to be for the public good, but it is definitely not the case now. Zeng Wangcai heard from his second uncle that the cause was because of pheasants.

But it doesn’t matter why now, we are already at loggerheads.

Zeng Wangcai saw that the other side had more than 20 people and he had only four people. He would definitely be at a disadvantage if they fought, so he decided to play it safe.

"It's just a pheasant, no big deal." Zeng Wangcai winked at Zhang Xiuzhi and the others, indicating that he was ready to run away. A wise man would not suffer a loss in front of him. He took out a cigarette with a filter tip and said, "Come on, have a cigarette, we can talk it over."

When Zhu Damao saw the filter tip, he became envious and moved forward to take it.

Little Leopard didn't understand Zeng Wangcai's look, thinking that his elder brother was scared, and hurriedly said: "Brother, don't give it to him, he is a hooligan, the two little guys said dirty things after seeing the elder sister-in-law, Zhu Ermao took off his pants without saying a word..."

"What?" Zeng Wangcai's face changed.

There is no way to be stable. If you still want to be stable, you will just be a cuckold.

"Alpaca, go eat shit!" Zeng Wangcai suddenly kicked out, using the famous move of the Mad Dog Fist, a crotch kick that hit the target right in the middle.

Zhu Damao had come over to take the cigarette, but he never expected that Zeng Wangcai would suddenly attack him without even saying hello, and use such means.

He fell to his knees with a cry!

Zeng Wangcai didn't care what means he used, no matter if the cat was black or white, as long as it could catch mice it was a good cat. He kicked the target with his right foot, causing Zhu Damao to bend over and kneel down. Then he kicked him in a series of moves. As soon as his right foot landed on the ground, his left knee kicked up and hit Zhu Damao in the face with a "bang".

After Zhu Damao howled loudly, he was hit hard again and fell down without even a sound.

"Run, why are you standing there!" Zeng Wangcai grabbed Zhang Xiuzhi's hand and ran away, while calling out to Xiaohu and Xiaobao who were intimidated.

He ran in a panic... No, he ran like a storm, stirring up a cloud of dust on the dry village road.

The people in Zhujia Village were dumbfounded and had no idea what was happening, while Zeng Wangcai and others had already run far away.

"Fuck, chase!"

The twenty or so people ignored the son of the village chief on the ground. One of them shouted, "Grab the filter tip. Whoever grabs it gets to smoke one..."

???

Zeng Wangcai almost laughed out of anger when he heard this. What a bandit! Shouldn’t he shout “avenge our brothers”?

It seems that your village is not united!

At the beginning, it was Zeng Wangcai who pulled Zhang Xiuzhi to run, but after running a few hundred meters, Zeng Wangcai was panting like a bellows. He had just run all the way and was exhausted, and now it was Zhang Xiuzhi who pulled him to run.

Later on, Xiaohu and Zhang Xiuzhi dragged Zeng Wangcai away.

Zeng Wangcai, who was running out of breath, had an image in his mind: in a certain movie, Stephen Chow was dragged by a police dog, dragged on the ground...

Damn it, I can’t hold on any longer!

Zeng Wangcai gritted his teeth, freed his right hand, and reached into his schoolbag to take out... a cigarette!

It's not about using an electric baton. Even if you have one, it won't be of any use at this time. The electric baton is not a Maxim machine gun.

"Brother, huhu... stop chasing me, huhu... 79 cents a pack... Great China, take it!" Zeng Wangcai raised his hand and cut off his own arm. No, it was a strategic abandonment of food and supplies.

The strategy was effective. The pursuers behind stopped in their tracks and rushed to grab the cigarettes.

"Fuck, this one belongs to me. I got it first."

"Get the hell out of here, you stepped on my hand."

"Who the hell is pulling me back... Hey hey hey, stop grabbing my crotch..."

The situation behind was in chaos and Zeng Wangcai, who stopped, burst out laughing. He didn't expect that the two peaches could kill three warriors.

A dozen cigarettes in exchange for a strategic retreat, what a good deal!

However, Zeng Wangcai also saw two things from this phenomenon. First, life in the countryside is really hard. Cigarettes with filtered tips can make people so greedy. Second, Zhujia Village is not united, and a fight is about to break out.

The four of them were chatting and laughing about the embarrassing appearance of their mortal enemies in Zhujia Village, and slowly returned to the village. Zeng Laosan had already gathered the young people in the village and was about to go to support them, but they didn't expect them to come back.

Ten minutes later, Zeng Youhuo arrived home.

Zeng Laosan brought more than a dozen young men from the village here, mainly to discuss what to do tomorrow.

Zeng Wangcai took out Zhonghua cigarettes and passed them around.

"Wangcai, you beat the child of Zhu Laojiu's family. This matter cannot be resolved peacefully. They will definitely block you tomorrow. They dare not enter the village, but you have to go to the mountains to collect pheasants and go fishing. You can't avoid a fight." Zeng Laosan said happily while looking at Huazi.

"Hide? Why should we hide? They had more people just now. We will be prepared tomorrow and we will definitely win." Zeng Wangcai said confidently.

He was the best at group fights, and with electric batons, it wouldn't take long for him to crush the opponent's fighting spirit in a group fight of dozens of people...