"Village chief, something terrible has happened! Someone is stealing water!" Zhang Tiegen gasped for breath, his forehead covered in blood from a cut.
The plump auntie sobered up instantly from her drunkenness: "I asked you to fetch some water, how did you get injured?"
"The people from Baijia Village said that the well is on their territory and they want to take it away."
"In the afternoon, I saw people from Baijia Village looking around suspiciously, watching what we were doing. Turns out they were up to no good."
“That place belongs to Zhangjiapo. What right do they have to claim it as theirs?”
"Baijia Village clearly has water, yet they still come to steal it from us. This is outrageous!"
"This is outrageous! Everyone's stealing things!"
"Kill those sons of bitches from Baijia Village!"
Those who were awake, filled with righteous indignation, grabbed the counterfeit goods, and marched in a long procession toward the new well.
Li Chunyan didn't let Zhang Fan go over, afraid that he might get hurt.
Zhang Fan glanced at Zhang Tiegen's wound, picked some Bidens pilosa from the roadside that could stop bleeding, and patted the drunk Ji Zhi awake: "Wake up."
Ji Zhi was fast asleep when he was suddenly woken up. He was about to start cursing when he saw that the person in front of him was Zhang Fan. He instantly sobered up and respectfully asked, "What can I do for you, Dr. Zhang?"
Zhang Fan handed over the Bidens pilosa and pointed to Zhang Tiegen: "This can stop bleeding. Crush it and apply it to the wound."
Ji Zhi understood immediately and quickly took the Bidens pilosa and went outside.
Zhang Fan clearly knows everything, yet he chooses to keep a low profile; he truly is a reclusive master who doesn't care about fame or fortune.
Zhang Fan watched as Ji Zhi crushed the Bidens pilosa and applied it to Zhang Tiegen's forehead, instantly stopping the bleeding wound. Only then did he walk towards the new well.
Not long after he left, Aunt Pang came over aggressively, carrying a rolling pin.
He quickly caught up with the group and realized that the people of Baijia Village were well prepared. About fifty men came, carrying hoes, sickles and other weapons, clearly there to fight.
There were fewer people from Zhangjiapo than from Baijiacun, and after drinking, only thirty men and women came in total.
From the time Zhang Fan could remember, the two villages had fought no fewer than ten times.
There is adjacent farmland between the two villages. Baijia Village took advantage of the situation by digging up the field ridges and using only Zhangjiapo's farmland as a road.
Later, many young people went to work in the city, and fewer people were farming, so this kind of thing gradually decreased.
Bai Gui, the village chief of Baijia Village, just turned fifty last year. He has a beer belly and a double chin, with a pair of eyes the size of mung beans on his face.
He crossed his arms, stroked his mustache with one hand, and glanced at the menacing Zhangjiapo people: "This is Baijia Village's land. Do you Zhangjiapo people think you can just take it by force?"
"You're talking nonsense! This is clearly our land! The people of Baijia Village are shameless!"
Bai Gui glanced at the crowd with disdain: "Why isn't Zhang Youde coming out? Is he feeling guilty?"
Zhang Youde, who had difficulty walking, strode over with his cane. Without taking a break, he shouted, "Bai Gui, this is clearly Zhangjiapo's land, and it has nothing to do with your Baijia Village. You even injured our people!"
Bai Gui raised an eyebrow: "Do you have evidence?"
Zhang Youde's chest heaved violently: "This is the land deed. Fifty years ago, Baijia Village was hit by a mudslide. At that time, the people of Zhangjiapo helped us. Your father gave us the land to express his gratitude to Zhangjiapo."
Bai Gui scoffed: "That happened fifty years ago, who knows if it's true or not? I could say Zhangjiapo is all mine."
Zhang Youde trembled with anger, and he pulled a yellowed piece of paper from his pocket: "This is the land deed, written clearly in black ink and red seal."
Bai Gui still looked disdainful: "It looks pretty realistic!"
Zhang Youde coughed violently for a while, and after a short while, he unfolded the land deed and held it up to show everyone.
Bai Gui acted swiftly, snatching the land deed and placing it under the torch, where it turned to ashes before everyone's eyes.
It all happened so suddenly that no one had time to react.
Zhang Youde's eyes widened in disbelief; he hadn't expected Bai Gui to be so shameless.
He gasped for breath, vomited a mouthful of blood in a spray, and swayed backward.
Bai Gui took a step back: "I didn't touch you, don't try to scam me!"
"village head!"
"village head!"
The people of Zhangjiapo all reached out their hands. Zhang Fan was the fastest. He caught Zhang Youde, placed one palm on Zhang Youde's back, and secretly transmitted spiritual power to protect Zhang Youde's heart meridian.
Upon seeing Zhang Fan, Li Chunyan was startled and said in a worried whisper, "If a fight breaks out later, hide behind him, okay?"
Bai Gui laughed arrogantly: "I didn't see any land deed, did you?"
The people of Baijia Village all said in unison, "We didn't hear anything."
The people of Zhangjiapo are all worried about the village chief, and no one is paying attention to the people of Baijia Village for the time being.
Zhang Youde's health was already severely deficient in both qi and blood. After taking Zhang Fan's qi-tonifying pills, his health improved slightly, but he was still an old man, and after such a shock, he almost couldn't catch his breath.
If it weren't for Zhang Fan providing spiritual energy, Zhang Youde would have undoubtedly died this time.
Zhang Youde felt as if he had fallen into an ancient ice cave, an indescribably cold place.
Just when he thought he was about to die, he suddenly felt a warm power rising from his heart, spreading along his meridians to his limbs and bones, and he came back to life.
Knowing that Zhang Youde was alright, Zhang Fan was relieved. He picked up Zhang Youde and placed him on the dry grass not far away to prevent him from catching a cold.
Bai Gui was repeatedly telling the people from Zhangjiapo to leave quickly when he suddenly noticed a fierce gaze and instinctively looked over.
He was met by a pair of scarlet eyes, filled with murderous intent.
Bai Guixin's heart skipped a beat, his back tensed, and his voice sharpened, "What...what are you going to do?"
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