Siheyuan: Bringing Warehouses to 1959

When Little Tiger and Little Leopard saw the harvest in Zhu Damao's team, they were furious: "Fuck your father Zhu Damao, you didn't even let go of our condoms. You stole the chickens and took the condoms together. You are such a wicked person."

They had sharp eyes and could see clearly that in addition to the pheasant and a rabbit being carried on the opposite side, there were also two people carrying an unknown number of sets of condoms. Without even looking at them, they could tell that the condoms were made by their father.

Moreover, even if the craftsmanship can be imitated, the materials cannot. There are some scarce metal parts such as iron wire, but they went to Beijing last week to buy them, and my brother spent a lot of money and tickets.

It would be painful to lose these.

However, Zhu Damao had come here for revenge, and now he was jealous when he saw the pheasant on Xiaohu and Xiaobao's shoulders: "You said it's yours, so it's yours? It's written with your name? We picked it up from the cow dung mountain, from our Zhujia Village.

"I haven't told you yet. You have already crossed the border. You must have caught the pheasants from our Zhujia Village..."

This seems a bit like a rogue, but it is very consistent with the core of rural conflicts.

In rural areas, many things are customary and there are no written rules. They depend on people's self-awareness, but the most difficult thing for people to do is self-awareness. This does not only apply to rural people.

For example, one of the places where disagreements are most likely to occur in rural areas is the ridges. Two families have fields next to each other, and each family knows how big their fields are. However, some people are greedy and dig down a section of the ridges when they are cultivating the fields. The other family is naturally not happy about this. They dig along with me, and finally the road is narrowed. The two families fight and never have anything to do with each other again.

There is also house building. Neighbors build houses next to each other. Your house expands a little, and my house expands a little too. In the end, there is no way to go and conflicts arise. Another example is the use of water for irrigation... In short, in the village, any trivial matter can make two families become mortal enemies.

Now that Zhu Damao came up with this reason, Zeng Wangcai knew that he had another reason to beat him up.

"Goudan, do you see clearly? Zhu Damao and his men have more people, at least twenty more than us." Zeng Wangcai reminded.

"Brother Wangcai, don't be afraid of him. We have fewer people than him, but we can still beat him." Goudan patted his chest with mysterious confidence, "Don't worry, you won't need to fight when the fight starts. We are all waiting to eat meat after the fight is over."

It's a good thing to be confident, but there's absolutely no need to fight a small force against a large one. There are reserve forces in the village.

Zeng Wangcai remembers it very clearly. Zeng Laosan said that in the early years, the unwritten rules for fights between the two villages were that small-scale fights were one-on-one duels with only a few people, medium-scale fights were about thirty people, large-scale fights were armed fights between the young and strong men from the two villages, and super-large-scale fights were fights to the death, regardless of the number of people or weapons.

It’s obvious that the other party has disregarded the rules, but you’re still foolishly following them?

Isn't that stupid.

"Niu Er, come here!" Zeng Wangcai waved at a thin man in the team, "Go back and tell the village chief that Zhujia Village has dispatched more than 60 people, and let the village chief handle it."

This Niu Er is called Zeng Niu, the second child in the family. He was favored by Zeng Lao San because of his nimbleness and was entrusted with the important task of tipping off people. Now Goudan and the others are obviously getting too excited, so Zeng Wangcai has no choice but to give orders himself.

Niu Er agreed and squeezed through the crowd to run away. Before he could use his ultimate skill, the team lost one member.

"Stop talking nonsense, follow the rules!" Xiaohu said with his eyes blazing, "Zhu Damao, just do it, whoever is left standing at the end will have the final say!"

"Damn it, I'm afraid of you. I have more than 60 people here..."

"More than sixty people are fighting. Charge!"

"Come on, all of you, fuck them to death. Be careful of that pale-faced guy, he's a nasty guy who likes to kick balls. And leave that woman for me..."

The person with a pale face that Zhu Damao was referring to was naturally Zeng Wangcai.

However, Zeng Wangcai was annoyed by the look in Zhu Damao's eyes when he was staring at Zhang Xiuzhi, so he followed Goudan with an electric baton in his hand.

The reason why he followed Goudan was that Zeng Wangcai was not used to standing in the first row. In previous fights, he always followed Lin Huyang. It was not because he was afraid, but to make use of his expertise. He also fought side by side with Lin Huyang, but was beaten badly. Later, he and Lin Huyang invented this tactic. If they were really attacked from both sides, Zeng Wangcai would not retreat and would protect his brother's back; the second reason was that the terrain was too narrow now, and it was impossible to overtake.

The situation on this road is that at most two or three people can walk abreast. If there are more, they will either fall into the ditch or the pond.

In other words, there is actually no difference in the effects between more people and fewer people at the current stage. It can only be the tactic of adding fuel to the fire that Li Yunlong mentioned.

The two teams collided with each other. Xiaobao swung the stick in his hand and hit the opponent on the head. Xiaohu had more experience in fighting, so he didn't use the stick to hit the opponent, but stabbed him instead.

It seems that smashing can help exert better force and obtain greater results. In fact, in the current place, when you raise your hand, the air is full of sticks, and the small space makes it difficult to exert force. Compared with stabbing, smashing actually causes much less damage to people.

In the team from Zhujia Village opposite, the brothers Zhu Damao and Zhu Ermao would naturally not rush to the front. They were in the second echelon like Zeng Wangcai, and the ones in front were all good fighters from Zhujia Village.

After just one encounter, the atmosphere of a fight was ignited. The people in the front just kept fighting, while the people in the back who couldn't fight back shouted and screamed.

Zeng Wangcai felt this scene was inexplicably familiar. He had been involved in a group fight when he was a sophomore in high school in his previous life. It was between his class and a class in the third year of high school. At that time, there were 20 to 30 people from each class fighting in the corridor. The situation was exactly the same as now. The bench legs were smashing down in mid-air without any reason, and they could not be used horizontally at all.

The experienced Zeng Wangcai did not use the electric baton. Even if he wanted to, the distance was not enough. He crouched down and squeezed next to Goudan, and suddenly poked the electric baton out from between Xiaohu and Xiaobao, and pressed the switch at the same time.

It’s already like this, if you hold back, you’d be stupid!

How could the unlucky guy on the opposite side have imagined that when the fight was in full swing, Lao Liu from the opposite side would stab him with a knife and he would be hit in the waist immediately.

"Uh, well..."

The one who was ranked first from Zhujia Village didn't even have the chance to scream. He fell down with his whole body trembling, which scared everyone on both sides and caused them to stop for a few seconds.

However, the people at the back didn't know this and were still pushing forward, still shouting and yelling, and continued to smash things. The unlucky guy who was electrocuted fell to the ground, looking as pitiful as Sister Pomegranate, who was stepped on so hard that his mother couldn't even recognize him.

In less than a minute, Zeng Wangcai succeeded twice, and there were two more throbbing guys on the ground.

At this time, the fierce battle changed. Some people were pushed into the ditch, and some were pushed into the pond. The one who was pushed into the pond stepped on the ground and found that the ground was hard, so he launched an attack from below.

At this point, the situation of meeting on a narrow road finally changed, and people from both teams jumped from the road to the harder mud in the pond.

The battlefield expanded, and a new round of fighting began...