Chapter 217 Something is wrong
At this time, not far from the village entrance, a group of people were fighting.
Jiang Fenghu stood in the middle, holding a sickle in his hand, and kicked down two men in just two or three kicks. No one could get close to him.
The first ones to arrive at this time were Zhang Xiucai and his son, who were closest to the village entrance, as well as several uncles and women.
There were more than ten men from other villages. After destroying the donkey cart, they started fighting without caring about anything, swinging their fists at everyone they met like mad dogs!
But for some reason, these people were all just show-offs. When they really fought, not only were their punches powerless, but some of them even hit their own faces.
Jiang Fenghu glared at them angrily: "Who are the country guys who are as useless as you? You really bring shame to your village. You dare to damage my donkey cart? You're asking for a beating!"
With two punches from him, the seven or eight people from Daliu Village quickly gained the upper hand.
Old Zhang had just held down a young man and felt a little confused. He was about to shout for everyone to talk sense.
Who would have thought that the young man rolled his eyes, suddenly picked up a big stone, and hit Old Zhang's head hard!
Feng had just come out with Nuobao in his arms.
Seeing this, little Nuobao couldn't help but kick his legs in anxiety: "Grandpa Zhang!"
A stream of bright red blood flowed down Old Zhang's forehead.
"Uncle Zhang!" Jiang Fenghu also yelled with red eyes when he saw Old Zhang fall down.
Feng was afraid that her daughter would be hurt, so she put Xiao Nuobao down and quickened her pace to walk towards the donkey cart.
At this time, the village chief and Old Li and others also rushed out with dozens of villagers. Seeing that
more people came, the dozen men hurriedly exchanged glances, whispered a few words to each other, and were about to run away.
"Okay, okay, there are too many of them, we can't fight anymore."
"We just take money to do things, there is no need to risk our lives, why don't we hurry up."
Although these words were spoken in a low voice, Jiang Fenghu, who was closest to them, heard a few words.
He widened his eyes in confusion. He
wondered if he had heard it wrong.
What do you mean by taking money to do things?
What does this mean...
After the dozen men ran away, they seemed to remember something and deliberately made harsh remarks.
"Let your village bully others by taking advantage of its power. Today's punishment is still light. You will suffer in the future!" "
Unless you are willing to take out the Persian radish seeds, maybe everyone can calm down their anger for the sake of the seeds."
"That's right, as long as your village doesn't take out the Persian radish seeds, this matter will never end. If you have the ability, you will never leave the village. Otherwise, if we see you outside, we will beat you up!" The men ran away almost without a trace, but they were still shouting these words.
Feng and Jiang Fenghu were so angry that they clenched their fists.
But they didn't care about scolding back and hurried to see what happened to Old Zhang.
"Quick, someone go tell Doctor Wu to prepare the medicine, and we'll send Uncle Zhang over." Feng said in a hurry.
The village chief and Old Li were so distressed that they stomped their feet and cursed.
"What kind of beasts are these? They are all from the same place. How could they be so cruel? They want to kill Old Zhang." The village chief's forehead was bulging with veins.
"Does anyone recognize which village they are from? I will never let them go!" Old Li shouted angrily.
Feng was furious and was about to curse.
But at this time, everyone said that they didn't know those men, and no one knew which village they were from. Feng was stunned for a moment, and suddenly felt that something was strange.
The dozen or so people just now were indeed unfamiliar, and she didn't even recognize any of them.
Although there are many villages nearby, it is normal to have unfamiliar faces, but the villages intermarry with each other, and often sell grain together during the autumn harvest, in fact, most of them are familiar with each other.
But here there are more than ten people, but the villagers have never seen any of them, which is really a bit wrong.
Feng was careful, and suddenly remembered that when those men swung their fists before, their fists were soft and powerless, and their palms did not have any wrinkles, and they did not look like farmers at all.
Could it be that...
Feng raised her eyebrows in confusion, but still suppressed her guess and did not say it. After all, the most important thing at the moment is to take Old Zhang to treat his injuries and don't let anything happen to him.
The crowd didn't care to curse anymore, and hurried to help, lifting Old Zhang's arms and legs and heading towards Fushantang.
Doctor Wu had already prepared medicine and hot water, and seeing that the man was seriously injured, he asked to carry Old Zhang to the herbal medicine room.
"There is a stool in there, put him on it quickly, and everyone else stop gathering around, make way for me, and wait outside the door!" Doctor Wu was serious and anxious.
Sitting in the room full of the smell of herbs, two old long benches were put together.
Old Zhang lay on the stool trembling, blood dripping onto the ground, mumbling in his mouth, and even started talking nonsense.
The old man's head was broken and his eyes were swollen. The villagers felt more and more heartbroken, and they were so angry that they beat the door frame a few times.
"We are too late today!" Old Li said with chattering teeth, "If I catch them next time, I won't care about the laws of Nanji, I will beat them all to death. I will fight them to death if they dare to bully our villagers!"
Little Nuobao looked at the weak old Zhang and wrinkled his face unhappily.
This time, someone's life has been hurt, and it is obvious that the matter is serious.
The young girl gritted her teeth secretly, it seems that it is her turn to take action.
But there are still many strange things about this matter.
For some reason, she always feels that those "outsiders" today are not right.
Only a dozen people dared to kill people at the entrance of the village. Aren't they afraid of being found in the future? If they were extremely resentful and eager to vent their anger, why did they emphasize the radish seeds when they had clearly run away, as if their purpose was just for the seeds...
Xiao Nuobao lowered his head and thought that he still had to observe and see what was going on.
Everyone gathered in Fushan Hall, worried about the safety of Old Zhang, and refused to leave at this time.
Fortunately, Doctor Wu was able to save the man after a lot of work, and prescribed some tonic medicine for him.
Doctor Wu was also very tired, and he wiped his sweat.
"Fortunately, this old man is lucky. His wounds are not deep, and there is no evidence of any internal bruises. It's just that he bled a little too much and was frightened. He should go home to recuperate and eat some good food. He will be back in good spirits in half a month."
The villagers were relieved. Mrs. Feng also breathed a sigh of relief. She hurried home to get a few chickens and ducks, a fan of basil ribs, and two crucian carps to send to the Zhang family. She
asked Mr. Zhang to take good care of Mr. Zhang.
Xiao Nuobao rummaged through the offerings and found a few old ginseng roots, which he handed over to Doctor Wu.
"Grandpa Wu, please add this good stuff to the tonic so that Grandpa Zhang can recover faster." Xiao Nuobao said in a tender voice.
Doctor Wu smiled at her and said, "You are so thoughtful, young lady. It's up to you, Grandpa Wu."
After dealing with all this, Feng took Xiao Nuobao home.
At this time, the village chief, Old Li, and Mrs. Liu all came and gathered in the Jiang family yard to discuss what to do.
"We can't just let this go. Although we don't know those people who made trouble, I have to find them. If it doesn't work, I will look for them in every village!" Old Li stood in the corridor, slapping his thigh and angrily.
Feng thought about it and shook her head: "I'm afraid they are not from any village. Uncle Li, even if you dig three feet in the ten or eight villages, you can't find them."
Everyone didn't understand and looked at Feng in confusion.
“What do you mean they are not from any village? Then where are they from?” Old Li was puzzled.
"Don't be fooled by the rags those guys wore today, but you didn't see that their faces and necks were quite white. Didn't they look like our country guys who make a living by digging in the soil?" Mrs. Feng said firmly, "And they didn't have any old cocoons in their hands. You can tell at a glance that they weren't from rough labor."
Mrs. Liu thought about it and suddenly came to her senses, "That's true... When those guys were clamoring for radish seeds, their accents sounded more like those from the city, and their speech was a bit literary. They really didn't look like our country guys!"
The village chief widened his eyes, "So, they are not from the nearby villages at all. Then why are they here to make trouble? What kind of seeds do they want?"
As soon as these words came out, everyone realized that something was wrong and looked at each other in surprise.
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