"Comrade Zeng Sanqiang, your village also has problems. If you have any, report them to the commune. It is not advisable to intensify the conflict. This matter is over. Both of your families have suffered losses. There should be no further escalation..."
The two blows were made, one for each person, but generally speaking, the force of the blow on Zengzhuang was smaller, while the force of the blow on Zhujia Village was larger, because it was Zhujia Village that suffered the greatest loss. Zhu Laojiu came here to settle the accounts, but was stopped in his tracks by Secretary Wang's words "forget it".
Zeng Laosan had already thought of these results, and this is what it means to have a safety net.
Zhu Laojiu didn't dare to disobey, but still whispered: "Secretary Wang, we admit that we were both injured in the fight, but my son's injury can't be in vain. Injuring a penis is not a small matter. You see..."
"What else do you want?" Secretary Wang lectured with a stern face, "You have brought this upon yourselves. Didn't Zeng Sanqiang just say that it was just a pinch? If you have any problems, go to the hospital for a checkup and let the results speak for themselves."
Now Zhu Laojiu couldn't hold on any longer. He knew that going to the hospital for a check-up would yield no results, and the swelling would probably go away and he wouldn't even be able to see anything after two days.
"Then... Secretary Wang, what about the cup incident? This behavior is very bad, and the thoughts are not pure..." Zhu Laojiu began to put labels on Zeng Wangcai and made a big deal out of it.
At this time, Zeng Wangcai's fishing army came back. The team of more than a dozen people marched out with the posture of a mighty army.
In the team, brothers Goudan and Gousheng were in the lead, both of them held their heads high and each of them carried a basket.
It's a basket, not a bucket. A basket can hold more than a bucket.
"Village chief, Wangcai and his friends are back. Everyone is carrying a load. Aren't the loads full of fish?"
“How many fish are there…”
Goudan's nose was raised in the air, unable to conceal his pride: "If I catch less than 1,500 kilograms of fish, you can slap me in the face with your shoe soles..."
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