Infinite Doomsday: I rely on space to stock up and bully the scum

Li Xu and Li Sheng also started howling.

"Kill those bastards from Willow Village. If they can't beat us, they'll resort to underhand tactics!"

But the fight never happened.

In just one night, the river separating Liushu Village and Daxi Village dried up.

That night, Jiang Jiang felt extremely hot and stuffy and couldn't sleep well. Laibao, the youngest child in the family, had a red face due to the heat. Sun Qiaoqiao and Li Sheng stayed up all night and were busy fanning him.

The next morning, people who used to go to the river to fetch water were so scared when they saw the river had dried up overnight that they even forgot to take their wooden buckets.

"Village, village chief! Something big has happened!"

When Li Shuming and his men came to the river, they bumped into people from Liushu Village.

The two sides were like tit-for-tat.

But the water is gone, so what’s the point of fighting?

In the end, they just vented their anger and had a big fight.

The river has dried up.

Everyone in Daxi Village felt like the sky had fallen.

The crops here all depend on this river.

Li Shuming walked towards the river without giving up.

The river water receded, revealing a muddy riverbed, wet and slimy.

Li Shuming got nothing except a foot of mud.

Where is the river water?

This is the river where Li Yaya almost drowned last month? !

How could it dry up overnight?

Did they in Daxi Village really offend God and deserve such punishment?

In an instant, Li Shuming seemed to have aged ten years, and his back, which had always been straight, became hunched.

Good things don't go out, bad things pass thousands of miles.

The news of the dried-up river spread throughout Daxi Village in less than an hour.

No one was willing to believe that the river on which their ancestors had depended for survival would dry up overnight, so they all ran to the riverbed to see what was happening.

Facts speak louder than words, the gurgling river of the past now has only a narrow stream of water, and the wide riverbed is dotted with small puddles.

Li Dasheng's mother, who was over seventy years old, fell to the ground and cried loudly when she saw this scene.

"Oh my God, are you trying to kill us?"

As she cried, she ran out of breath and lost her life.

He was over 70 years old, which was considered a happy funeral. But after this incident, Li Dasheng just held a hasty funeral and invited villagers and relatives to have a meal and that was it.

Another thin coffin was added to the back mountain.

The river has dried up, but there are still some small puddles and wells where water can be drawn.

No one is willing to give up the crops in their own fields. After all, if they persist for a few more months, the crops will be harvested.

Every household, even the children of a few years old, came to the riverbed carrying any buckets or basins that could hold water.

Everyone put the bucket into the muddy lowland and waited for the water to slowly seep into the bucket. When the bucket was half full, the next person would take over.

Those who arrive early can occupy the position where there is flowing water and collect water much faster than collecting water from puddles.

The villagers of Daxi Village and Liushu Village each have their own area, but people often fight over better water points.

Jiang Jiang had a well in his yard, so he did not go to the river to compete with others for water.

But at this time, the yard was also crowded with people.

Or we can say that all the families with wells in Daxi Village are overcrowded.

But the buckets of water poured into the increasingly cracked soil seemed to have no sound.

"Auntie Li, have a drink of water." Jiang Jiang saw that Auntie Li, who was over fifty years old, had dry and chapped lips, so he handed her a cup of boiled and cooled water.

"No, no, water is so precious nowadays. There's not enough water for the crops in the fields. I'll drink less too."

Jiang Jiang felt very uncomfortable after hearing these words.

Only she knew that no matter how hard everyone tried, there would be no harvest this year.

This situation not only happens in Daxi Village and Liushu Village, but also in nearby villages.

Early this morning, Zhao Daqiang brought his family to Jiang Jiang's house.

"Jiang! Come out, I have something to talk to you about!" Zhao Daqiang originally wanted to break into Jiang Jiang's house, but when he entered the yard, he found that it was full of people, and they were all staring at him fiercely. Zhao Daqiang, who was a little weak, had to let Jiang Jiang go out by himself.

Jiang Jiang, who was chatting with Li Chunhua, curled the corners of his mouth when he saw that Zhao Daqiang's family came with bad intentions.

She knew that Zhao Daqiang, who had suffered a loss, would definitely not give up just like that.

"Zhao Daqiang! If you have anything to say, just tell us directly. Our family is well behaved and there is nothing shameful about it."

On the other side, the villagers who were busy fetching water also pricked up their ears silently, because fresh gossip was about to come out.

"I won't sell your land. Give me back the silver and grain." Zhao Daqiang took out the land deed from his arms and slammed it on Jiang Jiang's table.

Jiang Jiang didn't even look at the papers on the table. He just thought that Zhao Daqiang was a little stupid. This was Daixi Village, not Zhaojia Village where no one dared to mess with him even if he did evil things.

"Zhao Daqiang! You can buy if you want, and sell if you want. Do you really think that our Daxi Village is a place where you can do whatever you want? Let me tell you, you wanted to buy this land yourself. It is clearly written in black and white. I have already bought the shop with the money from selling the land. You want to sell it back? No way!"

"You!" Zhao Daqiang was so angry that he was shaking. He pointed at Jiang Jiang and threatened, "Don't forget, I can still sue you for intentional injury if you hurt someone!"

This made everyone in the yard laugh.

Hurtful?

There have been many fights in their village, and injuries? That was just a side thing.

A family who came to Jiang Jiang's house to fetch water was worried that they had nothing to give Jiang Jiang as a thank-you gift. He held a carrying pole and stared at the back of Zhao Daqiang's head with ill intent, thinking about where to start so as to cut him open.

"Okay, go ahead and sue me! If you have the guts, beat your grandson until he becomes disabled, or even better, kill him, so that you can end the family line."

Jiang Jiang refused to listen. It is said that even a tiger will not eat its own cubs. Jiang Jiang really did not want to say anything more to this man who was so vicious to his own grandson.

"Li Xu, Li Sheng, someone is bullying our family."

Li Xu and Li Sheng, each holding a kitchen knife, rushed towards Zhao Daqiang.

The razor-sharpened kitchen knife directly cut off the beard that Zhao Daqiang had grown for many years, leaving only a small piece, which looked very funny.

Seeing that the Li family was serious, Zhao Daqiang was scared out of his wits and ran out of the Li family.

"Why didn't you come to help? Did you see your father being beaten?" Zhao Daqiang only felt like scolding his two sons when he saw that Jiang Jiang's family did not chase after them.

"Dad, don't you see that the yard is full of people? If a fight breaks out, every one of us will be beaten to death here. You are so old, there is nothing good to live for. My brother and I are still young."

These words were truly the words of a filial son, and even Zhao Daqiang laughed.

He couldn't catch his breath and fell to the ground.

The two sons were startled and immediately went forward to check the situation.

Dad, if you want to die, die in the Jiang family. They will cause trouble. If you die outside, they will get nothing.

Fortunately, Zhao Daqiang didn’t know that his two sons were thinking this way, otherwise he would have been so angry that he would have died.

The two men moved Zhao Daqiang back to Zhaojia Village. When the doctor arrived, his eyes were already squinting, his hands and feet were unable to move, and he could not speak.

"I'm afraid this is a stroke." The doctor shook his head, indicating that there was nothing he could do.

The two sons looked at each other and saw disgust in each other's eyes.

"Dad, Jiaqi is complaining about the pain in his butt. I'm going to go back and check on him." After the eldest son said this, he left.

"Dad, your second daughter-in-law might be pregnant. The hen in your yard looks good and can lay two eggs every day. I'll catch one and give it to her to nourish her body. You just need to have a good rest." The second son was even more ruthless and started to steal things from the house.

"Ah... um..." Zhao Daqiang, unable to utter any words, lay on the bed, watching the backs of his two sons leaving, full of resentment.

A week later.

Daxi Village.

"Sister Jiang Jiang, big news, big news."

"Zhao Daqiang is dead!"