Dig The Space-Time Ring At The Beginning

Almost all the people in the west of Wangjia Village gathered outside Wang Feng's house, and no one noticed that outsiders entered the village.

At this time, they were all shocked when they suddenly heard a sound.

The villagers followed the sound and saw more than ten people walking arrogantly not far ahead.

"It's Wang Ermazi!"

A villager shouted loudly, his voice trembling slightly with a hint of fear.

"What is he here for?"

"What are you doing? Nothing good can happen!"

"The copycats, they all have weapons!"

"Made, after beating Wang Feng, you dare to come to Wangjia Village and do it with them!"

"Yes, do it with them!"

"Wang Wei, go to the east end of the village and call for help. The men will bring their guys over!"

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The villagers were so angry that people living nearby ran home to get weapons.

Wang Ping glanced at the visitor coldly, then turned to Lu Fei and said, "Mr. Lu, you leave first, there will be blood here soon!"

Lu Fei asked: "What's going on?"

Wang Ping said: "I don't know why they came, but the one who beat Wang Feng was Wang Ermazi, the leader!"

All surnamed Wang?

Could it be a family dispute?

Lu Fei couldn't help but think of a lot.

He knew that in his previous life in ancient China, family disputes were very serious, and large-scale armed fights often occurred.

Unexpectedly, the spirit world is also like this.

To be honest, Lu Fei didn't want to participate in this kind of internal fighting within the family, but he had just treated Wang Feng, and the villagers in Wangjia Village were all warm and polite to him. It seemed a bit unreasonable to leave quietly like this.

He said to Wang Ping: "I'm fine, let's take a look first and then talk?"

Wang Ping stopped persuading and said to Wang Ermazi: "I didn't come to find you, how dare you come to Wangjia Village?"

Wang Erpazi smiled and said: "What Wangjia Village? You, together with your father, are all abandoned sons of the Wang family!"

Wang Ping said angrily: "Even if I am an abandoned son of the Wang family, I am still more respectable than a pock like you!"

Wang Er Mazi was furious. He hated people calling him Mazi most in his life.

Moreover, there was something in Wang Ping's words, saying that he was not decent, and that he was talking about his birth.

In the market town of Wangjiajia, there have long been rumors that Wang Ermazi was not a son of the old Wang family, but a wild son of his mother, Pan Lian, who had stolen a child away from home.

Otherwise, Wang Er's pockmarked father and mother didn't have pockmarks on their faces, so why was he the one with pockmarks on his face?

Everyone in the market town laughed at Pan Lian for stealing even pockmarks!

"Wang Ping, don't use your words. I'm here to do something under orders today. I'm not here to talk nonsense to you. Call me out quickly."

Wang Ermazi knew that he could not take advantage of Wang Ping with his words, so he spoke directly.

Wang Ping was startled, but he refused to forgive. He said loudly: "My father is not in the village. If you have anything to say to me, I will give you another beating to prevent you from being speechless." Delaying your business!"

When Wang Ermazi heard that Wang Cheng was not here, he felt happy, but he pretended not to care and said, "It's not impossible to tell you, but do you have the final say?"

There are forty-six households in Wangjia Village, with a population of more than 300. Wang Ping's father, Wang, is the leader.

When Wang Cheng is away, the villagers generally listen to Wang Ping.

Wang Ping snorted: "You can just say it, but what's your business if you don't do it?"

Wang Ermazi said: "Your group has been expelled from Wang's hometown, but you are still opening up wasteland outside Wang's hometown, so you must be included in Wang's hometown's management."

"From now on, the amount of land you reclaim must be reported to the family head!"

"Forty percent of the food harvested every year must be handed over to the family head."

"In addition, you must submit three large beasts, thirty medium-sized beasts, and three hundred small beasts to the head of the family every year."

"Otherwise, you will fend for yourself, but you will not be allowed to step foot into Wangjiajia Market Town!"

After Wang Ermazi finished speaking, he looked at Wang Ping proudly.

"What?"

"We have nothing to do with the master's family, so why should we hand over the harvest?"

“We are self-reliant, why shouldn’t we be allowed to go to market towns?”

"If we don't go to the market town, where can we exchange for salt and cloth?"

"What does the master want to do? Is he trying to force us to a dead end?"

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The villagers in Wangjia Village were completely angry. They were all excited and looked at Wang Ping. They only waited for his order and rushed forward to fight.

Wang Ping saw that the man from the east of the village hadn't arrived yet, so he didn't rush to take action. He said, "Why should the people of Wangjia Village obey the orders of the master? Go back and tell Bastard Bashan that our Wangjia Village will not hand over food or prey."

Wang Ermazi looked indifferent and said: "Whether you hand over or not is your business. I am only responsible for conveying the orders of the family leader."

Wang Ping hummed: "Okay, you have conveyed the order, now it's time for us to settle the score!"

At this time, a dozen men from the east end of the village had arrived with weapons, and more people were arriving one after another.

Wang Ping felt somewhat confident.

When Wang Ermazi saw more and more people coming, he was not afraid and still said arrogantly: "What do you want to settle with me?"

"Did he steal your food? Or beat Wang Feng?"

"I'm telling you, I handed over the food to the family master for you; I disciplined the people below you who are ignorant!"

"If you want to settle accounts with me, why don't you give me some more food? Thank you, me, hahahaha..."

Wang Ermazi's attitude was extremely arrogant.

When Lu Fei heard this, he roughly understood the whole story, and couldn't help but feel a cold expression on his face.

The people of Wangjiacun cultivated and hunted by themselves, but they had to hand over as much as 40% of their harvest, which was simply plundering.

The head of Wang's hometown is hateful.

With the division of camps in his mind, he became more and more displeased with Wang Er's pockmark.

It's just that he doesn't understand. There are obviously more people in Wangjia Village than in Wang Ermazi's side, so why are the villagers here still a little afraid of each other?

Is it because he is afraid of retaliation in the future?

At this time, more than 40 men from Wangjia Village gathered, and someone said: "Brother Ping, let's do it!"

Some people also advised, "Brother Ping, why don't you wait any longer? We don't have enough manpower!"

Lu Fei felt strange and asked Wang Wei: "There are so many of us, but there are only a dozen of them. Are we still afraid of them?"

Wang Wei looked down on Lu Fei before, but since Lu Fei treated Wang Feng's injury, he admired Lu Fei.

While Lu Fei was being treated in the house, Wang Ping told the villagers about Lu Fei's origins.

Wang Wei was also present at that time, so he knew that Lu Fei was not from the Han Dynasty and knew nothing about the situation here. Then he said: "Although the opponent has few people, but there are two brave soldiers, we may not be opponents in a fight!"

"Soldiers?"

"A soldier?"

Lu Fei asked doubtfully.

Wang Wei did not return directly, but asked: "Mr. Lu must have never practiced martial arts!"

Lu Fei nodded, he indeed had never practiced martial arts.

In modern society, who still practices martial arts?

Even if there are martial arts practitioners, it's just a fake move. It's okay to perform on stage, but it's useless to fight!

In modern society, those who can really fight are either Sanda practitioners or professional boxers.

He couldn't help but said: "I really haven't practiced martial arts, what's wrong?"