"Village chief, why waste your time talking to them? If you can't convince them, just beat them up. They're just arguing with each other all day long!" The speaker was a dark and burly man from Zhoujia Village. He was a hunter and a good friend of Zhou Xianyong, both of them had a hot temper.

"Mengzi is right. If you don't agree, just beat him!" Another person from Zhoujia Village echoed.

The villagers of Wangjia Village are not cowards. Now that things have come to this, if they don’t respond, they will be laughed at for being useless.

"This is clearly our village's land, yet you're so shameless as to want to take it! Who dares to make a move? I'll kill anyone who comes!" A young man named Dawei from Wangjia Village rolled up his sleeves, "Who's afraid of who?"

"Fuck! You want to die, right? Come on!" Mengzi shouted and waved his hand, and the people from Zhoujia Village rushed forward.

How could the people of Wangjia Village be beaten for nothing? Dozens of them started fighting together.

"Stop fighting! Stop! Stop fighting!" Wang Yucai was anxiously trying to stop the fight in the crowd, but the angry people didn't care about him, an old man.

"Oh no! The people from Zhoujia Village are here to take our land! They're beating up our people from Wangjia Village in the sand! Quick! Grab your weapons! Follow me!"

A young man named Ermao from Wangjia Village saw that the situation was not good, so he turned around and ran back to call for help.

At once, people from every household in Wangjia Village came out.

"What's going on? How can the people of Zhoujia Village be so shameless? They're trying to grab the land? I'll kill them!"

"Let's go! Hurry!"

The villagers were heading towards the desert in a large group.

Old Lady Feng and Lianhua also hurried over. Jiaojiao was taking a nap at home, and Shuixiu was watching at home.

From a distance, dozens of people from the two villages were mixed together, and people from Zhoujia Village and Wangjia Village came over one after another carrying hoes and rakes.

"Something bad is going to happen!" Old Lady Feng's heart was pounding. With so many people fighting, if they didn't show any mercy, they might get killed or injured.

"This won't do. It's going to be bad!" Old Lady Feng grabbed a young man and said, "Xiao Fei, don't get involved. Go report it to the police! If you delay any longer, something terrible will happen!"

Xiao Fei looked reluctant, but Old Lady Feng had always been very prestigious in Wangjia Village, so Xiao Fei could only reluctantly run to the police station to report the case.

As expected, before she even got close, she heard someone shouting, "Village chief! Village chief! Our village chief has been beaten to death! Zhoujia Village, you've killed our village! I'm going to fight you!"

"Stop! Everyone, stop!" Old Lady Feng was terrified. She ran as fast as the wind and shouted, "Everyone, stop! If you keep fighting, something terrible will happen!"

However, the crowd was in chaos and no one noticed her.

Old Lady Feng grabbed a man who was running forward in a hurry and said, "Xiao Ya's father, go and tell them to stop fighting! If they continue fighting, someone will die! You and Dashan's father, go and stop them! Absolutely no more fighting!"

The little girl's father, who was being held by her, hesitated for a moment. The big mountain's father in front stopped and the two looked at each other: "Okay, Mrs. Feng, I'll listen to you."

The two men exerted their strength on their feet and shouted as they ran, "Stop fighting! Someone's dying! Stop fighting!"

Some women were also worriedly admonishing from behind: "Don't fight anymore, go and stop it quickly, if this continues, someone will really die!"

Fortunately, the first wave of people came unarmed and without any weapons, otherwise there would be a river of blood.

The head of the village of Wangjia Village was hit on the head. A young man from Zhoujia Village was called Heizi. As his name suggests, he was very evil. He picked up a stone from the ground and threw it at the village chief. In order to protect the younger generation in the village, the village chief Wang blocked it and blood immediately flowed from his forehead.

The people of Zhoujia Village felt guilty, so the people of Wangjia Village came to mediate, and the situation calmed down.

Seeing their captain's head and face covered in blood, Old Lady Feng said hurriedly, "This is terrible! Quick, Dashan Dad, carry the village chief back to my house."

Dashanba carried the village chief on his back and trotted back to the village. A fight would lead to nothing. No one in Zhoujia Village was injured, and at this point, feeling guilty, they dared not say anything more and left angrily. Before leaving, he even threatened, "This isn't over yet. We'll come back next time!"

Old Lady Feng used herbs processed from Lingquan to apply externally to the village chief, and then prepared 14 patches of medicine for seven days, and asked the village chief to go home and boil them for consumption.

The compress was surprisingly effective, stopping the bleeding immediately. However, to scare people, Old Lady Feng wrapped the captain's head in several layers of gauze and even smeared blood on the outermost layer.

The police arrived at Wangjia Village quickly, leaving only a few villagers guarding the sand. Xiaoya's father stayed behind in the sand to lead the police to Old Lady Feng's house.

If the situation in the desert isn't resolved today, the people of Zhoujia Village will definitely not let it go. If there's another group fight next time, who knows what will happen. It would be best to enlist the help of the police to punish the other party.

Village chief Wang was still dizzy. Although the bleeding on his forehead had stopped, he had lost too much blood and was still dazed.

These two police officers were from their commune police station and were specifically responsible for their production teams.

"Village Chief Wang, is this serious? Who beat you?" the older police officer, Li Gongan, asked. They were old acquaintances, and Li Gongan was often on the police force. Although Wangjia Village didn't often get to the police station, whenever there was a major or minor incident, Village Chief Wang would step in to coordinate.

"No matter who hit me, I won't pursue the matter. As long as there's no next time, I'll accept it. If Zhoujia Village can stick to the designated village boundaries and not try to steal our sandy land, I won't pursue any of the charges."

Village Chief Wang was a magnanimous man. He thought that even if he suffered a little loss, as long as there would be no more disputes in the future, it would be fine.

"Okay, then let's go to Zhoujia Village to find Zhou Xianyong and have a good talk with him," Li Gongan said. He wasn't sure, though; Zhou Xianyong wasn't as easy to talk to as Wang Baojia.

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