Jiang Zhi appeared with a murderous aura, and Wang Xiaoju's voice stammered. She lowered her tone and immediately changed the subject, saying, "Big brother, Genbao and I need to eat and drink when we're out here. You can't take it all for yourself."
Xu Genyou was furious. He gripped the carrying pole and ignored Wang Xiaoju, glaring at the dejected Xu Genbao: "Genbao, what do you have to say?"
My sister-in-law married into another family, and I, as her elder brother-in-law, am not good at disciplining her.
But this younger brother, who shares the same mother, was raised by him. He always gave him the best things, and now that he's a father, he still sides with outsiders.
At this moment, Jiang Zhi had walked to the middle and was staring intently at Wang Xiaoju.
Wang Xiaoju wanted to back down, but now was not the time for her to back down so easily. So she stood there defiantly and glared back at him.
Jiang Zhi smiled slightly and then looked to the side.
Standing next to Wang Xiaoju was a young man dressed in coarse cloth short clothes. He had a somewhat decent appearance, but his eyes darted around when he looked at people, and his expression was awkward. This was Xu Genbao.
Behind Xu Genbao and his wife were seven or eight slovenly men, all wearing shirtless short-sleeved shirts that revealed several crooked scars. None of them were Wang brothers, and they were all strangers to them.
Jiang Zhi put down her basket: "You guys keep talking, I'll just listen!"
After saying that, she tilted her buttocks and actually stood right next to the baskets of cotton that Wang Xiaoju had snatched away, motionless.
What's the rush!
Get some rest first, calm yourself down, and figure out the situation before making any decisions.
The people on the field looked at each other in bewilderment. The few nonchalant men glanced at Jiang Zhi, whispering and laughing amongst themselves.
A few words, neither too loud nor too soft, drifted into Jiang Zhi's ears: "Who is this woman?"
"I heard that a woman is now the village chief of Xu Family Village. Could it be her?"
"Hahahaha, with a woman as village chief, all the men in Xu Family Village will be dead! When women get scared, all they know how to do is shout a few times, what good is that!"
Jiang Zhi remained calm and composed, knowing she would soon show these people whether a woman could be a village chief.
Xu Genbao swallowed hard, glanced at his wife, then at Jiang Zhi, before saying to Xu Genyou, "Brother, I didn't earn any money working in town. It's Xiaoju's father's birthday tomorrow, and I need to give him a gift. I'll share some of this grain and cotton to exchange for money."
Xu Genyou shook his head: "No, you said when you left that all the harvest from the family's fields would go to Mother."
He is an honest man, but also a bit stubborn, especially when it comes to land and food.
Those lands were dug out by my father, one hoe at a time, before he died. I even gave him the best plots of land, but Genbao just abandoned them without a second thought. He complained that life was too hard and didn't even celebrate the New Year. He left his mother behind and ran off to town.
They haven't worked a single day in the fields, yet they want food now; there's no justification for that.
Wang Xiaoju was initially a little nervous, but seeing Jiang Zhi sitting silently beside her, she immediately became more lively again.
Thinking about family matters, even though Jiang Pozi was the village chief, she was still an outsider and shouldn't interfere.
With this thought in mind, Wang Xiaoju's fear of Jiang Zhi subsided, and she immediately started making a scene: "Your Xu family is bullying people! I am a daughter-in-law of the Xu family, why can't I take the produce from my own land?"
I didn't let you work those good fields for nothing. How much can one person consume? It all ends up in the mouths of your family.
Jiang Zhi raised an eyebrow but remained silent, choosing to watch the show first.
Xu Genyou was not good with words and could not argue with the couple, but he refused to give way: "No, you can't get something for nothing if you didn't do any work."
It is said that one skill can counter a hundred tricks, and one can adapt to all changes by remaining unchanged. Xu Genyou disagreed, and Wang Xiaoju said that even heaven could not help.
The thugs following behind couldn't hold out any longer and said to Wang Xiaoju, "Little Miss Wang, you asked us to help move the grain, are you going to do it or not?"
If you want to move it, we brothers will lend a hand; if not, we'll leave. Remember to pay for the tea when you get back to town.
Wang Xiaoju's face darkened, and she gritted her teeth, saying, "Bring these cotton and corn back to town, and I will naturally pay you!"
She knew these thugs hadn't come for nothing; they wanted money.
Having received Wang Xiaoju's promise, the leader of the thugs raised his hand and said, "Sorry, everyone, we're just doing this for money. You can talk about your family matters behind closed doors. Brothers, move your things!"
As they spoke, the seven or eight thugs rushed forward, carrying the cotton baskets and corn away, intending to rob them.
Xu Genyou shouted and stepped forward to stop them, but by then the other villagers had already come out.
Now most of the able-bodied men have gone to work in the fields, leaving only the elderly, women, and children in the village. Originally, they could only hide when they saw these thugs, but seeing Village Chief Jiang sitting in the middle, they also surrounded him and blocked the road.
Jiang Zhi sat on the cotton without moving, coldly watching the thugs rushing towards her.
Before the other person could speak, he slowly pulled a yellow thorn branch from under his buttocks...
I picked this from the thorn bushes by the roadside when I met Chunxi on the road.
As soon as the thug got close, he was met with a shower of yellow thorn branches.
"Ah! Ahh!"
The first sound of a stick hitting flesh was followed by a series of earth-shattering screams.
Jiang Zhi whipped the yellow thorn branch in her hand, making a loud whistling sound as she hit and cursed, "Didn't your parents teach you that you can't take any money or eat any kind of shit? Look at you, your brain is full of dung, you run away at the slightest shout."
The yellow thorn is about the thickness of a thumb, with moderate softness and hardness. It is also slightly elastic when swung, and it is very skin-friendly, ensuring that the pain can be felt directly against the bone.
The thug, only seventeen or eighteen years old, was whipped so hard by the yellow thorn cane that he jumped and crawled, crying out, "Stop hitting me! Stop hitting me! I don't want this money!"
This was practically a mother beating her son, which startled the thugs leading the group. They rushed over to help, shouting, "You old hag, you've gone mad... Ah! Mad woman, mad woman!"
Jiang Zhicai didn't indulge him. No education was as effective as the yellow thorn branch. This was the best way to "win people over with virtue".
Despite being a thug in his thirties, the ringleader still managed to run away, clutching his head, amidst the relentless, storm-like beatings.
The few hangers-on who were still arguing with Xu Genyou and Li Laoshi were also stunned by the scene before them. Finally, someone reacted and used a wooden stick to protect the two of them.
"Brother, what's going on here?"
At this moment, two thugs hiding behind them were trembling with pain and anger: "Crazy woman, that's a crazy woman!"
Because they had to protect their heads and faces, both of them had bulging bloodstains on their arms and backs, mixed with the scars, making them look like peeling cauliflower snakes.
They never expected that the village chief would be so uncivilized, attacking people without asking any questions.
The screams and cries of pain had barely echoed through the village when the villagers, young and old, surrounded Wang Xiaoju and the others, shouting insults: "What kind of people are they, bringing people to your house to steal your grain!"
"Xu Genbao, you also came from Xujia Village, you've disgraced your ancestors!"
Jiang Zhi twisted her hand that was holding the yellow thorn branch. She had been too excited and had used too much force. Her hand felt like it was cramping!
These people don't even consider that you have to consider the owner before beating a dog.
On my own turf, seven or eight people dared to come and rob me. They were practically slapping the face of me, the village chief, into the mud!
Regardless of whether it's reasonable or not, first teach them the etiquette of being a guest!
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