Zhang Xiangui's eyes were sharp as he fixed his gaze on Wang Huanchun.
If Wang Huanchun had uttered the word "get lost," Zhangjia Village and Wangjia Village would have been enemies from that moment on.
Intermarriage was absolutely impossible; if people from the two villages met, they would immediately resort to fists and kicks.
Even more critically, guns were not yet completely banned at that time.
Three years ago, Huangdian Village and Jindian Village had a minor argument that escalated into a major conflict. Eventually, both sides ran out of ammunition for their dozen or so hunting rifles, resulting in six deaths and more than forty injuries.
In mountain villages, armed conflicts are usually fought in silence, with people swallowing their pride and blood, and no one reporting them to the authorities.
The county hospital reported the matter to the police afterward, but it was too late. The city government could only try to smooth things over and let it go.
Whether Zhangjia Village and Wang Village will repeat the same mistakes today depends entirely on Wang Huanchun's decision.
Li Yongheng's nostrils flared as he took the hunting rifle from his shoulder.
With a "click," the bullet was pushed into the chamber.
The other armed Zhangjiacun villagers also turned pale and pulled out bullets from their pockets.
Upon seeing this, the villagers of Wangcun cried out in alarm and scattered, each rushing home to retrieve their guns.
Wang Huanchun's breathing suddenly became heavy, and he stared at Zhang Xiangui:
"Zhang Xiangui, our two villages have been neighbors for a hundred years. Are you really going to be so resolute?"
"Your Highness, have we gone too far? Those villains have cut down hundreds of fruit trees! If we can't deliver enough fruit, how will we get work points? Without work points, what will we eat? What will we drink? This is tantamount to cutting off our livelihood!"
Zhang Xiangui clenched his teeth.
"I have already stated that when the fruit ripens, I will give half of it to your Zhangjia Village."
"Your Highness, is this method of handling the matter fair?"
"Then what do you intend to do? Do you really want to cripple Jianzi and Weiguo?"
"Good! Good! Good!" Zhang Xiangui, consumed by anger, actually laughed.
"Your Highness, I understand your meaning. From this day forward, Zhangjia Village and Wang Village will be sworn enemies!"
"Go!" Zhang Xiangui brandished his spear and strode past Wang Jinshan.
The rest of the Zhangjia Village residents followed closely behind with icy eyes.
In a short while, many villagers from Wang Village rushed to Wang Huanchun with hunting rifles and pitchforks.
Wang Huanchun looked up at Wang Jian, who was running towards him from a distance, and suddenly swung his cane, striking him directly.
Wang Jian reacted swiftly, dodging in a flustered manner:
"Village chief, what do you mean by this!"
"What do you mean?"
Wang Huanchun's chest heaved violently as he pointed at Wang Jian, whose face was filled with resentment.
"Speak! Were the fruit trees in Zhangjia Village planted by you two?"
"Absolutely not!" Wang Jian vehemently denied.
Someone nearby chimed in:
"Village chief, don't wrong Jianzi. This must be a deliberate provocation by Zhangjia Village."
"That's right, it must be because we stole their herbal medicine business earlier!"
Upon hearing the mention of medicinal herbs, everyone present showed displeasure and looked at Wang Jian.
After spending half a month without earning a single penny, he became a laughing stock in Zhangjia Village at the police station.
Everyone knew perfectly well that the destruction of the fruit trees in Zhangjia Village was most likely the work of Wang Jian and Wang Weiguo.
However, it's not up to the people of Zhangjia Village to come to Wang Village and show off their power.
at the same time.
Zhang Xiangui walked briskly along the mountain path, his face ashen.
A fierce glint flashed in Zhang Jucai's eyes as he followed behind:
"Village chief, I'm going to Wang Village Fruit Mountain tonight."
"I'll go in a few days!" Zhang Xiangui said without turning his head.
"They will definitely be on high alert these next few days."
He suddenly stopped in his tracks:
"Wait, where's Changheng? Why didn't he follow?"
Everyone felt a chill run down their spines.
"Oh no, Chang Heng has returned to Wang Village!"
"Go and meet Changheng immediately!"
Wangcun.
Li Yongheng gripped his hunting rifle tightly and hid under the eaves of a mud house.
The two villages are adjacent and often visit each other, so he is quite familiar with the paths to Wang Village.
He held his breath, listened carefully to the sounds around him, and cautiously made his way towards Wang Jian's house.
A few breaths later, Li Yongheng climbed over the courtyard wall and silently landed in Wang Jian's small courtyard.
He glanced around and saw that the main room door was tightly closed. He curled his lip and ran towards the woodshed next door.
Upon entering the woodshed, he quickly closed the door, opened the small window a crack, and rested the gun barrel steadily on the windowsill, waiting for the right moment.
A short while later, the courtyard gate creaked open.
Wang Jian slung his hunting rifle over his shoulder and walked into the yard, cursing under his breath.
"Father, I have said many times that I did not cut down the fruit trees in Zhangjia Village, why do you still not believe me?"
Wang Jian's father kicked him in the buttocks and cursed angrily:
"You're my child, how could I not know? The moment you bend over, I know what kind of shit you're going to take!"
"Bang!"
"ah!!!"
A gunshot rang out, a thunderous sound.
Wang Jian screamed and fell to the ground, rolling around.
Wang Jian's father was horrified. He roared and lunged at Wang Jian, who was lying on the ground.
The moment the gunshot rang out, many villagers rushed towards Wang Jian's house.
Inside the woodshed, Li Yongheng quickly reloaded his hunting rifle without firing a second shot, then turned and rushed toward the back window.
He kicked through the window, slung his hunting rifle over his shoulder, rushed out of the woodshed, nimbly climbed over the courtyard wall, and leaped out of the yard.
"What is it?"
"Brother Jin, who fired the shot?"
Wang Jian's father scooped up the screaming Wang Jian, his eyes bloodshot, and roared as he looked towards the woodshed:
"The thief is in the woodshed! Kill him! I want to kill him!!!"
Wang Jin picked up the fallen hunting rifle and took three bullets from Wang Jian's pocket.
"Snap!"
The bullet is loaded.
Wang Jin rushed towards the woodshed like a mad dog.
"Bang!"
He kicked open the woodshed door and saw that the back window was broken. He yelled outside, "They've escaped! Chase them!!!"
"It must be that bastard from Zhangjia Village!"
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