"Hey kid, who are you pretending to be?" The eldest brother Ding Youwang had just finished speaking when his second uncle took off one of his shoes and ran towards him, hitting him in the face with the soles of his shoes.
That’s not all, my uncle is the boss!
His eldest uncle and third uncle also rushed over angrily and beat him with the soles of their shoes.
When the uncle was scolding his nephew for being disrespectful and disrespectful to his elders, not to mention that Ma Fuquan was unable to stop him, even the second, third and sixth brothers could only watch helplessly, not daring to say anything. They could only stand by and admit the fault for their eldest brother. The third brother just pulled his second uncle a little and was spanked by his uncle's shoe.
Although the eldest brother did not intend to recognize his uncles, his mother did not sever ties with his uncles after all. He knew in his heart that he had said the wrong thing, so he had to bear it in silence.
"You bastard, since your parents didn't teach you, we, your uncles, have to teach you so that you will learn the lesson of having a trick on your mouth and asking for a beating!" His second uncle put on his shoes angrily, and after thinking about it, he was still not satisfied, so he kicked him again.
The eldest brother held his head and was hit by the soles of shoes countless times. Fortunately, he was thick-skinned and could withstand the beatings, but in his heart he felt that he had got his revenge. After being hit, he was cursed and cursed for eighteen generations of his grandmother's ancestors.
He didn't care whether his mother was scolded as well. In his opinion, if you marry a chicken, you follow the chicken; if you marry a dog, you follow the dog. His mother, Old Meng, became a member of the Ding family after marrying his father. After she died, she would be buried in the ancestral tomb of the Old Ding family. She had nothing to do with the Meng family.
So, while his uncles enjoyed beating each other, he enjoyed scolding them even more, as if he was just being beaten by his grandchildren.
Ma Fuquan originally thought that his uncles had beaten up the eldest son, vented their anger, and the matter would be over. Who would have thought that after the uncles finished beating him, the uncles' sons would come over again, and the eldest son would not stand for it. Not only him, but also the second, third, and sixth sons would not stand for it!
"It's not over yet, is it?"
The boss roared, and the brothers rolled up their sleeves and got ready to work.
As soon as they moved, the younger generation of the Meng family who were watching the fun also moved. They shouted that they were all family and should not hurt the harmony. They pulled the second, third and sixth oldest brothers one by one, clearly taking sides, and did not allow the three of them to go over to support the eldest brother, so that the eldest brother was beaten more than a dozen times by several cousins.
"Sixth Brother! Go back and call for help!" The eldest brother was furious and shouted loudly: "These bastards think there is no one left in Dingjia Village!"
"Okay!" Lao Liu broke free from the person who was pulling him, turned around and was about to go back to call for help.
"Wait!" Ma Fuquan shouted at Lao Liu, but in the blink of an eye, the situation was developing into a fight between the two villages. He had to intervene. He was wearing an official uniform and naturally brought a knife. Seeing that the eldest brother and his cousins were still unwilling to give up, he drew his knife and chopped off a corner of the eight-immortals table in the main hall.
"Stop it! I'll arrest anyone who does that again!"
It has to be said that Ma Fuquan, who traveled through time as a special police captain in his previous life, has a captivating aura around him, especially when he frowns, he looks intimidating without even being angry.
The eldest brother and his cousins stopped fighting in disappointment and continued to fight by glaring at each other!
"The law does not punish the masses, so why should we be afraid of him!" Just when things became quiet, a voice was heard. It was the eldest brother's second uncle Meng Banxian who spoke.
Meng Banxian wasn't a serious farmer. He'd barely worked in the fields, and he looked down on farmers who only cared about toiling away. In his youth, he'd wandered the countryside for a while, learning to play the sheng (a traditional Chinese musical instrument). After returning home, he often set up a fortune-telling stall in town, relying on his sheng to attract crowds. He played the sheng well, but his fortune-telling skills were superficial, and he was full of crooked ideas.
In order to make money, he often took advantage of the adults' inattention to secretly apply chili water into the eyes of infants and young children. The infants and young children could not speak and could only cry. The adults did not know what was going on, so he took the opportunity to play tricks and said that the children were possessed by evil spirits and that they could get rid of the evil spirits by asking him to perform a ritual.
His so-called ritual consisted of dancing with a peach wood sword a few times, then solemnly claiming that he had forced the evil spirit from the child's body into his eyes, and then personally wiping the child's eyes with a handkerchief soaked in clean water. After a while, the child actually stopped crying, and from then on he became a bit of a celebrity in the surrounding area.
Of course, he is not comparable to Wu Fengxian. Wu Fengxian makes a living by his own strength, while he makes money purely by cheating and swindling.
However, the villagers of Dawan Village still had some faith in him. After he roared, several young men became restless again, clamoring to break the boss's legs and teach him a lesson, so that he would know that the Meng family was not to be trifled with!
The eldest brother was not as bad as the fifth brother. If the fifth brother were here, he might have dared to attack his uncles in a fit of rage. Although the eldest brother did not dare to attack his uncles, he was not afraid to face his cousins. What's more, if a fight really happened, he had his brothers and Ma Fuquan behind him.
Ma Fuquan was from Dingjia Village after all. He thought that since Ma Fuquan had come, he would naturally help him, a fellow villager. Therefore, he was no less imposing than his cousins and shouted loudly, "Fight me if you don't agree!"
He had no idea that Ma Fuquan wanted to kick him to death at this moment. He was just about to leave when he suddenly farted. A single rat shit spoiled the whole barrel of soup and also delayed his time. He stepped forward, grabbed the boss by the back of the neck and threw him aside, "Shut your mouth!"
"Why are you following me..."
The boss didn't finish his words because Ma Fuquan glared at him and he swallowed them back.
Ma Fuquan slammed his knife to the ground, folded his hands and supported the hilt. Like a god of war, he glanced coldly at the restless young men of the Meng family and said in a deep voice, "Whoever wants to fight, come on. Bring your weapons and attack me together. As many as you can. Beat me first. If you can't beat me, and you lose, I will arrest anyone who provokes me again."
"That's what you said. No matter how many there are, let them come forward. Are we afraid of just one of you? Come on!" Boss Meng's eldest son was the first to respond and shouted.
The others were also eager to try. Ma Fuquan had a big knife, and they had hoes and iron rakes. Who was afraid of who? They all ran to get their weapons.
"Brother Ma!" Lao Liu was very worried. There were four or five Meng clan members present, young and old. Even a good tiger cannot stand up to a pack of wolves. He was afraid that Ma Fuquan would suffer a loss.
Ma Fuquan looked calm. These people only had brute force at most. He was not given the title of special police captain for nothing. A mere forty or fifty people could not get close to him at all.
He dragged his sword into the yard. At this time, one of the villagers watching outside shouted, "He is the county's head constable. He has a blue handkerchief embroidered with a tiger head tied around his waist."
The constables in the Dayanchao Town Yamen wore a purple handkerchief tied around their waists, which was also embroidered with a tiger head. The color of the constable's handkerchief followed the constable's, but the difference was that the belt was embroidered with a wolf head.
Although the chief constables didn't have much social status, that was only relative to the upper-middle class. They still held some status in the eyes of the common people. Furthermore, the county chief constables were higher than those in the town government. The same voice from before continued, "He previously called himself Ma Mou. He's Chief Constable Ma, the one who solved the missing child case in the county!"
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