Siheyuan: Bringing Warehouses to 1959

In Zeng Youhuo's and his companions' imagination, the fight between the two villages was definitely not over. Usually, a fight involving dozens or hundreds of people would not be over in half an hour or dozens of minutes.

Moreover, they felt that the people in their own village would definitely fight to the death because they wanted to eat meat, but the more they did so, the more fiercely they would fight, because the fighting would bring out real anger, and the side with fewer people would definitely suffer, and their own people would definitely be beaten to a bloody pulp, and might even be disabled.

Zeng Youhuo and Zeng Laosan both experienced inter-village fights in the early years, and many of them had their intestines spilled out during the most fierce fights.

That's why the two of them were so worried.

The current situation was beyond their expectations. There were more than thirty people, and not one was missing. Why did they say not one was missing? Because no one was being carried.

Not only were there no shortages, but they were all standing and talking and laughing, which shows that they won. More than thirty people defeated the other side's sixty people, which is really worth laughing about.

"Wangcai, are you okay?" Zeng Youhuo ran over with a butcher knife in hand, looking his nephew up and down, not even looking at his son who was obviously bruised and swollen, "Are you not hurt anywhere? Let your second uncle take a look..."

Zeng Youhuo was relieved only after he confirmed that Zeng Wangcai was safe and sound, not even a hair was missing, and turned to look at his two sons: "You bastards, are you okay?"

Zeng Youhuo always puts others before himself, there is nothing to say about his behavior.

Even though he called his son a bastard, he couldn't hide his concern.

Xiaohu grinned and said, "Dad, we are fine. You didn't see how badly we beat the brats from Zhujia Village..."

Scars are soldiers’ medals of honor. It’s a bit like saying here that when a man wins a fight, the scars on his body are no longer scars, but honors.

Little Tiger recounted the glory of the previous fights, while Little Leopard said, "Actually, the eldest sister-in-law is the most awesome. We thought that the eldest sister-in-law had used all her strength to beat Goudan and Gousheng, but we didn't expect that the eldest sister-in-law actually let them off. At least a dozen of the little guys got beaten by the eldest sister-in-law today."

Goudan and Gousheng thought of Zhang Xiuzhi’s arrogance just now and felt sympathetic, so they quickly agreed with Xiaobao.

If the two of them felt a little unconvinced after being beaten by Zhang Xiuzhi before, they are no longer dissatisfied now. The fight just now has proved that Zhang Xiuzhi is really capable of fighting ten people at once.

Zeng Laosan smiled and praised the young people in the village one by one, and finally came to Zeng Wangcai.

"Good job, I'm glad you're okay!" Zeng Lao San patted Zeng Wangcai on the shoulder, "Fortunately you didn't go up, if you had gone up you would have been injured, and we would have been very upset..."

Everyone thought that Zhang Xiuzhi was the most powerful in this fight, and in fact that was true. However, the one who achieved the most results was not Zhang Xiuzhi, but Zeng Wangcai, because Zhang Xiuzhi was reluctant to use the electric baton.

"He also hit them!" Zhang Xiuzhi silently interrupted Zeng Laosan, "I knocked down twelve people, and he knocked down seventeen people!"

"Uh..." Zeng Laosan couldn't catch his breath, obviously not believing it.

How is this possible? There wasn't a single wound on his body, not a single hair lost, how could he have knocked down seventeen people?

Zhang Xiuzhi spoke again, "I counted, there are seventeen. He was hiding behind them, kicking... well, anyway, he was very sneaky."

Obviously, "thief" is a compliment here.

Everyone understood what came after the word "kick" that Zhang Xiuzhi didn't finish saying.

Kicking the balls? Isn’t there a nickname called the Kicking Ball God of War?

Zeng Youhuo was very happy now, and said with a rare smile: "He is a bit like the third brother in his past. When the third brother fought with Zhujiacun, he was also a thief, stabbing and kicking people in the lower body..."

Zeng Lao San was exposed, especially in front of the young people, he felt a little embarrassed, and laughed: "It doesn't matter whether the cat is black or white, as long as it can catch mice, it is a good cat. It has fought hard, who cares about other things.

"I said, you are all great, today you are all heroes of Zengzhuang, I declare that you will all eat dry food at noon today."

Everyone cheered loudly, and the atmosphere became even more intense.

Zeng Wangcai agrees with Zeng Laosan's point of view. They are already in a hostile relationship, but they still insist on holding back. That's stupid. Why is the mad dog boxing in later generations so powerful in actual combat? It's because there is no bottom line in beating the enemy.

When your life is threatened, you still have a bottom line, others want your life.

However, the reason why people in later generations lack courage is not entirely because they hold back, but mainly because they cannot afford to fight.

Those news reports about losing money due to turnover actually happened to Zeng Wangcai when he was still Niu Wangcai. He had a good friend (once again, really his friend) who was beaten by a drunk guy while eating barbecue. The guy didn't fight back at first, but was beaten so badly that one of his punches knocked out a tooth.

A tooth costs fifty thousand. If you don’t pay, you will go to jail.

Zeng Wangcai felt that from this point of view, it was better to do it now. As long as he was not beaten to death, other problems would not be serious.

Just look at the atmosphere at the scene and you will know. After being beaten black and blue, they were satisfied with just one sentence "eat dry food". How embarrassing for Zeng Wangcai.

"Village chief, give us ten more pheasants for the dinner tonight. I will go fishing in the afternoon, and there will be one fish for each table. Everyone who has contributed today will get one fish per family..." Zeng Wangcai's statement made everyone excited.

Everyone thought that today's fight was worth it.

Zeng Wangcai, however, believes that his contribution is too little and he can only look forward to the future.

He clearly realized that in this era, he had no background, his parents were his first supporters, his second uncle's family was his second supporter, and his third supporter was people like Zeng Zhuang.

There is a prerequisite for Zengzhuang to be a backer, which is unity. So far, Zeng Wangcai feels that Zengzhuang meets this condition.

"Okay, okay, you can eat as much as you want today, you are the heroes of the village..." Zeng Laosan smiled from ear to ear, he wanted the village to be strengthened more than anyone else.

What he said about Zeng Wangcai and others being heroes is no exaggeration. For the village, those who act arrogantly in the village will only be feared and looked down upon by the villagers, while those who can firmly defend the village can be recognized and respected by the villagers.

The reason why Zeng Laosan was able to firmly hold the position of village chief was not due to any other reason, but had a lot to do with this, and also had a lot to do with Zengzhuang's bloody battles with foreign enemies in the early years.

While the people of Zengzhuang are happily returning to the village to prepare for lunch, let’s talk about Zengzhuang’s mortal enemy Zhujia Village.

In the past, life in Zhujia Village was actually similar to that in Zengzhuang. But since Zeng Wangcai became rich, Zengzhuang has been taken a step forward. Although this step has not improved the lives of the villagers much, it has made a difference in terms of the commune.

With the supplies provided by Zeng Wangcai and Zeng Laosan's efforts, the commune relaxed its control over Zengzhuang a lot, which indirectly benefited the villagers.

Zhu Laojiu could no longer sit still. After asking around, he learned that Zeng Laosan had sent meat and fish to the commune. He then heard that Zeng Youhuo was hunting in the wild, so Zhu Damao and Zhu Ermao went to stop Zeng Youhuo. Otherwise, such a coincidence would not have happened.

Unlike the courtesy Zeng Wangcai and his group received, the sixty or so people in the open space in front of the Zhujia Village Ancestral Hall looked wilted, and a dozen of them were lying on the ground groaning.

They lost the fight, and even though they were outnumbered, the villagers looked down on them.

The village chief of Zhujia Village, the father of the Zhu Damao brothers, was a dark and thin man who looked like a possessed rat. At this moment, Zhu Laojiu's already dark face became even darker. He walked around the open space and roughly counted the losses.

Why is it called a loss?

The fight among the villagers is a public matter. If these young men are injured or missing, the whole village will be responsible, and Zhu Laojiu cannot escape.

Zhu Laojiu did not curse at anyone. After boosting the morale of his two sons, he walked up to them. He was sure that his sons only had a bump on their heads and bruises on their faces and nothing serious was wrong, so he felt relieved.

"Okay, this matter is not over yet. Everyone go back and recuperate. We will settle the score with Zengzhuang later." Zhu Laojiu announced the end of the matter and hurried his two sons home. After walking a few steps, he suddenly realized that the second son's walking posture was wrong. He walked with his feet apart, like a crab.

"Second brother, what's wrong with you?" Zhu Laojiu grabbed Zhu Ermao and asked.

"No...it's okay!" Zhu Ermao hesitated and said nothing.

Zhu Damao was anxious and yelled, "Dad, please show Ermao your cock. Someone has grabbed it..."