Idle courtiers

Chapter 20 Give Me His Hands and Feet
I saw dust flying in the sloping terraced fields, and there were figures rolling all over the place.

The wheat has been spoiled in a mess and fell to the ground.There was the sound of puffy fists hitting people everywhere, and there were cries and cries everywhere. It turned out that there were more than a hundred people fighting with weapons.

Uncle Yang Youtian was sitting in a corner of the wheat field, his forehead was covered with blood, and he couldn't help screaming: "God, oh God, there is no reason for killing someone, help, help!" Don't look at him yesterday His wife and Zhou Nan's attitude was so bad, but at this moment they were completely subdued by the Zhan family.

His daughter-in-law Sufen covered her husband's head with her hands, and begged repeatedly: "Master Zhan, stop beating, please spare us, please spare us!"

Yang Liuye had already fallen to the ground, as if he had held his breath.Just like that, the younger generation of several exhibitors still refused to let go, and kept punching down with fists the size of vinegar jars.

Yunniang rushed to her father's voice and cried, "Don't hit my daddy, don't hit my daddy." Her face was also bruised, and there were two traces of tears on her loess-covered face.

Seeing her pounce on Yang Laoliu, the young Zhan family who were doing it stopped. After all, good men don't fight with women, and they can't afford to lose this person.

At this time, the middle-aged man standing on a stone barrier made a cold snort and waved his right hand.

A few exhibitors retreated, and then two fat women took over the battle.One of them pulled Yunniang's hair, and the other scratched her face with his hands.

Zhou Nan was so angry that his eyes almost burst open, he rushed forward and kicked the two women downhill one by one.

Yunniang: "Sister-in-law, husband-in-law, daddy... woo woo..."

The middle-aged man standing on the high place "drank": "You are the talented son-in-law of Yang Laoliu, no, no, no, you are the son-in-law of a prisoner. Haha, this is the rescuer invited by the Yang family, beat me to death!" "

This person is the local village chief Zhan Zhongcheng, he is about forty years old, and he is small and thin. Not to mention ten such people, Zhou Nan can still deal with three or four.However, he is surrounded by young and strong young people, and now rushing up rashly is to serve food to others.

In later generations, Zhou Nan was also a troublemaker when he was in the second year of middle school. He had rich experience in fighting, so naturally he would not do such stupid things.Immediately, before the enemy pounced, he ran away with a whistling sound.

Zhan Zhongcheng didn't expect that Uncle Zhou would come like the wind and fly away like a wind, he was stunned for a moment.Then he laughed loudly: "Sure enough, you are a scholar who is useless. You are as courageous as a mustard seed in reading and reading. The one next door to Mara, I am a coward!"

Now not only the Zhan family, but even the Yang family looked disdainful.

But at this moment, Zhan Zhongcheng screamed "Ah", and he fell headfirst from the hurdle, with a ferocious figure on his body, whoever it was if it wasn't the melon Zhou Nan he was talking about just now.

It turned out that Zhou Nan ran around just now, and detoured Zhanzhong into the back and got a big shot.

The position is so coquettish, the operation is so smooth, it really makes people applaud.

Think about it, Mr. Shu said that the head of a general among millions of troops is probably like this?
Before everyone finished expressing their emotions, they realized that something was wrong, and they took a deep breath.I don't know when the son-in-law of Yang Laoliu's family had a shiny sickle in his hand, and it was resting on Zhan Lichang's neck.

When villagers have conflicts, they are generally mediated by the local village chiefs. The patriarchs of both sides sit together to have tea, seek common ground while reserving differences, and each takes a step back to resolve it satisfactorily.But this time, Zhan Zhongcheng, the head of the village, went into battle in person, so there was no reason to talk about it, just one word - fight.Fighting is also said to be fighting, and it's not about murdering the father. Generally speaking, everyone greets with fists and doesn't use weapons easily.

When I really saw ironware, the nature was different again.

A scholar who has been dismissed from fame, and a poor one, belong to those who will never recover in a lifetime.How dare you kill grandpa?Zhan Zhongcheng was not afraid, looked up at Zhou Nan who was riding on him with a sneer, and shouted: "Boy, you can think clearly about the consequences if you hurt me. If you have the guts, cut off your sickle, Grandpa wrinkled It's not a good man to frown."

Zhou Nan sneered: "Zhan Zhongcheng is indeed a tough guy, but I don't know if it's true or not. You dare not chop it off like a master?"

"Come on, chop it up!" Zhan Zhongcheng yelled frantically, "Second, third, fourth, come here and beat this sour boy until his parents don't even know him."

"Let go of my father!" The three strong young men rushed forward with red eyes.

At this moment, Zhou Nan jumped up from Zhan Zhongcheng's body suddenly, and in a flash, he first struck Zhan Lao Er's right shoulder with a sickle, and then chopped off Zhan Lao Si's back with a flash of light, and brought him up. A clump of flesh and blood.

It turns out that the sickles used by farmers have serrated edges for the convenience of mowing.When these two knives go down, the flesh will be hooked open.

Seeing the blood splattering in front of his eyes, the youngest of the Zhan family was terrified, he couldn't help but stumbled on his feet, and rolled down the slope.

After finishing off the three of them at once, Zhou Nan jumped back again and rode on Zhan Zhongcheng.His movements were too fast, like kites rising and falcons falling, without giving Zhan Zhongcheng a chance to react.

At this time, everyone had time to let out an exclamation.

There are many Zhan families, and Zhan Zhongcheng is the head of the village. It can be said that today's weapon fight has the upper hand. The Yang family also knows that they have been completely defeated today. source of water.But it never occurred to him that the son-in-law of Yang Laoliu's family would use a knife as soon as he came, and turn the situation around in a blink of an eye, which was really beyond people's expectations.

Putting the sickle on Zhan Zhongcheng's neck again, Zhou Nan said lightly, "Chief Zhan, I am Dao Zu, you are a fish, you have already lost today's battle. Regarding the matter of water source, you are in front of everyone." Come up with an explanation, and I'll let you go immediately. Our Yang family's dozen or so families are counting on some crops in this field. If you cut off the water source and change the road, isn't that going to make us starve to death? As a Li Chief, you represent the government, so you can't take care of yourself. If we release water today, we will all miss you. The Yang family just killed a pig, and I will treat you to eat meat and drink later, so I can accompany you. How about you? ?”

Hearing what he said, Yang Laoliu, who had already woken up, also said: "Yes, yes, yes, Mr. Zhanli, after all, he is a fellow from the village, and he can't see you if you look up. Since my son-in-law said so today, I agree, as long as you agree Let the water pass through our field, and I will invite you to drink to make amends. Besides, the land at the third fork of the aqueduct belongs to our Yang family, and it is your own fault that you come to our field to block the mouth."

Yesterday, Yunniang asked people in the village to find out the reason for this water dispute, and Zhou Nan also knew about it.It turns out that this is a mountainous area, and the irrigation water is drawn from the upper reaches through a canal that is two feet wide and one foot deep.

The diversion canal is divided into two streams after reaching the boundary of Quanshui Village, one stream flows to Quanshui Village, and the other stream goes to the Zhan family's land.Families with two surnames share this precious water resource, two for one plus five, which seems fair on the surface.But it would be nice if things were that simple.

First of all, if this little water is released upstream, there will not be much left when it flows here.It's only a palm deep to Quanshui Village, it's like a trickle.The most terrible thing is that at Sanchakou, Quanshui Village is low-lying, and the water flows to the low place. All the water flows towards Liuye Yang, and there is no water available for Zhan's house on the high ground.

Therefore, Zhan Zhongcheng led people to block the weir of Quanshui Village and divert the water to his own fields.

There is another problem here. The mountain land where the Sanchakou where the aqueduct is diverted from belongs to the Yang family. Zhanli long-distance ran to the Yang family's land to block the water and divert the flow. How can there be such a reason in the world?

The Yang family went to argue, but the Zhan family just ignored it, and said that the land where the three-way crossing of the canal is located belongs to their Zhan family, and the Yang family has no control over me diverting water from their own land.

"What is your land? I say it's mine." Zhan Zhongcheng shouted, "I'm in my own land, and I want to block the weir, but with my heart, I don't care about your Yang family's business? Yang Lao Liu, open your door." Look at it with the dog's eyes, can there be any fakes if the boundary markers stand there?"

Hearing what he said, Yang Liuye yelled angrily: "Master Zhan, you are deceiving yourself. Don't think I don't know, you made that boundary post yourself, and it was quietly erected in the ground in the middle of the night. Conscience, even though that land is not worth much, it is also the ancestral property of our Yang family, could it be that you took it away like this?"

Following Master Yang's finger to look over, Zhou Nan saw a square stone pillar about half a foot high and the size of a rolling pin erected beside the diversion canal, with the words "Golden Town Boundary" written crookedly on it.That word, to be honest, is as ugly as a dog scratching.

Yesterday, Zhou Nan heard from Yunniang that one meter to the north of the diversion canal's Sanchakou is the boundary marker of Wugang Town and Jincheng Town, and also the boundary between Zhanjia and Yangjiashan.

The inscriptions on the boundary post are very new, apparently only a few days ago.It is estimated that the original boundary post thought it was old and decayed, so the chief of the exhibition rushed to make one.

Zhou Nan couldn't help laughing: "Master Zhan, I think it must be your handwriting, it's well written!"

Zhan Zhongcheng was being ridden by Zhou Nan, with his head held high and an awkward posture. Hearing what he said now, he felt ashamed and angry, and shouted: "So what if I carved the boundary markers, so what do you dare to do? Report to the government. Let’s see if the yamen trusts you or me? You little bastard, if you’re the one with handles, you’ll kill grandpa.” After speaking, he yelled loudly at the three sons on one side: “You three are Dead man, fuck it, fuck this little bastard! Don’t worry about me, labor and capital don’t believe that he dared to kill me, and he will kill me if he kills me.”

Libao was the lowest level of grassroots organizations in the Ming Dynasty, directly facing ordinary people.On weekdays, he is responsible for dispatching food and missions, and in order to successfully complete the mission assigned by the yamen every year, it often takes extraordinary measures.This job can't be done without a lot of ruthlessness, and the toubob is talking about this kind of character.

At this moment, his eyes were full of madness, and he shouted loudly: "Do it, do it, give me a discount on his hands and feet!"

"Kill this puppy!" The three sons of the Zhan family blushed, grabbed the hoe and shovel and rushed towards Zhou Nan.

(End of this chapter)