When the Zhang family saw the father and son become fierce, none of them dared to move. Just as everyone was in a panic, Zhao Dali tackled Ming Lao Er and punched him in the face with his left and right fists.
At this point, Old Zhao and his son were still in the upper hand, but the situation changed after Zhang's relatives arrived.
The Zhang family's ancestral home is in Dongcheng in the north. They have a strong sense of clan, and whenever something happens to one of them, the whole family mobilizes. There are three or four relatives on the island alone, and people from the town also come quickly when they hear the news.
Old Zhao and his son were outnumbered and outgunned; even if relatives came, their combined strength wouldn't be enough to fill a gap in someone's teeth.
Seeing that he was outmatched, Old Zhao tried to run away, but Zhao Dali, blinded by rage, didn't care about anything else and grabbed a wooden stick from the ground, swinging it at the Zhang family.
The young man, with thick skin and a head bleeding from his head, spat out a mouthful of bloody teeth, but it didn't affect his performance at all.
Every now and then, the Zhang family members would be chased all over the yard by Zhao Dali, and those who were slow to run would be beaten by Zhao Dali.
The scene was filled with wails and screams.
"Why haven't you called the police yet? Someone's going to die!" Old Wang sensed something was wrong. People can really do bad things when they act impulsively, and then she would face legal trouble.
“Last night, the wind was so strong that it cut off the signal. I don’t know if the police will be able to come,” Ming Dahai said, squatting on a high place and smoking his pipe.
"Mingjing, your second uncle can't be in trouble, can he?"
Ming Dahai was still worried about his younger brother; no matter what, he was still his brother.
"Dad, have you forgotten that he got me arrested? That's your brother, not mine. I don't have a second uncle like that."
No sooner had he finished speaking than Ming Xingwang rushed back and saw that Ming Lao Er was beaten so badly that he couldn't get up. He joined the fight, making the situation even more chaotic.
Without saying a word, Ming Xingwang picked up a brick from the ground and rushed forward to fight with Zhao Dali.
"But what if someone dies?" Mingyue asked anxiously.
My second uncle isn't a good person, but human life is precious. If someone really dies, they'll all go to jail.
"Old Wang, why don't you step in and try to persuade him?" Mingjing nudged Old Wang with her head down, then turned and left.
Old Wang had no choice but to bite the bullet and go to the village chief's house to call the police. "Come quick! There's a brawl on the island, and someone's going to die!"
After making the call, Lao Wang wanted to step in and offer some advice, but before he could even speak, the people the Zhao family had sent arrived. Zhang Ping's relative, a burly man, rushed over with a kitchen knife.
They started slashing at anyone they saw, but luckily everyone ran fast. Even the Zhao family members who came were intimidated and fled.
"Let's go, there's nothing to see."
Mingjing covered Minglei's eyes and walked back. Mingdahai was worried about his younger brother and stood by watching. When he saw that Mingdashan was beaten up, he wanted to break up the fight, but when he heard the police sirens in the distance, he felt relieved and stood still.
When he got home, he was still full of worry.
"How is it?" Mingjing asked, sitting by the door, munching on a small silver fish.
"They were all taken away, dozens of people. They even used the village chief's tricycle. Your second uncle's face is swollen like a pig's head."
Ming Dahai looked at Ming Jing with concern, "Ming Jing, this won't have anything to do with us, and we'll be going to jail, will it?"
"Dad, this wasn't organized by us, so what does it have to do with us?"
Mingjing peeked out at the weather; it had cleared up and the sun was out. "I'll go to town and get the ground cage back."
"Alright, I'll go get it. Just stay home and help Leilei and Mingyue with their studies. Don't wander off."
Ming Dahai gave the instructions, picked up the car keys, and rode the tricycle to town.
"Third Aunt, what kind of battle strategy is that? It's amazing!" Ming Lei said with admiration.
"Don't talk nonsense, it has nothing to do with me. You'll be starting classes in a few days, so focus on your studies."
Mingjing, holding books, paper, and a pen, said to Mingyue, "You come too. You two should both study hard so you don't fall behind and get a zero on the test."
"Sister, don't worry, I read every day and won't bring shame to our family," Mingyue said with a smile as she walked over.
"Come on, Fourth Aunt, those are just romance novels. You'd be embarrassed to see them kissing."
Ming Lei pointed to his cheek and stuck out his little tongue.
"You brat, get lost!" Mingyue was annoyed by his words and went back into the house with a red face.
"Leilei, study hard," Sun Yunmei said as she came in, then looked at Mingjing, "Mingjing, tell your teacher, did you have anything to do with what happened today?"
"I just heard that this could lead to jail time."
"It's okay, Mom, don't worry. Just don't do anything sneaky and arouse suspicion."
"That's good. The weather looks nice; we can go beachcombing this afternoon."
"No, it's no fun. I want to go out and set off the traps. We can set them off at the beach after Dad brings the things back."
"You didn't catch anything with the fish traps last time, why are you setting them again?"
Mingjing smiled and said, "It's alright, we'll have it eventually. We won't be poor."
When Ming Dahai returned, it was lunchtime. He was thinking about the boat again. "Mingjing, are you still going to finish that boat? I happen to know a carpenter who is quite skilled, but it will take some time."
"I'm not renting it anymore."
"Having a boat is quite convenient, and it doesn't actually cost much."
Mingjing thought for a moment and said, "Yes, but I want to buy a boat, a big boat. I don't like those small boats anymore."
Actually, Mingjing used to think Song Yugui's boat was pretty good, but after the speedboat incident, she felt that a big boat was more stable. If it encountered any storms, that boat wouldn't be able to survive.
Sun Yunmei ladled out soup, saying, "That's true, small boats are ultimately unsafe and can't go very far."
After dinner, the group had nothing to do at home, so Mingjing taught Minglei arithmetic problems.
"One hundred and fifty divided by thirty-five equals thirty-two. How did you calculate that? Have you memorized the multiplication tables?"
It's painful to watch a movie; even if you explain a problem three times, you still won't understand it after just one try.
“I’ve memorized it,” Ming Lei nodded.
"What is 69?"
"Fifty-four."
"How much is 87?"
Ming Lei: ...
"What about '84? '97?"
Mingjing sighed, closed the book, and smiled helplessly. "Alright, go play."
Upon receiving the instruction, Ming Lei quickly ran out the door, while Sun Yunmei busied herself washing clothes outside.
"Girl, don't be angry. I just heard the older women say that Old Zhao's jaw is broken and his ribs are broken. Some people in the village are even saying that we did it."
"Could it be that Lao Wang betrayed us?" Mingliang became more and more panicked as he thought about it.
Mingjing shook her head, munching on an apple on the table, and calmly said, "No, Old Wang is the village's gossip king. He can keep secrets. In all these years, has he ever let anyone find fault with him?"
“He has to get along in the village. If this is revealed, how will he ever be able to get along in the future? No one will be able to confide in him anymore.”
"Besides, I was just talking nonsense when I was drunk. Who can take drunken talk seriously? Everyone in the village knows that Zhang Ping hates the rich. He doesn't get a share of Lao Zhao's profits. What's wrong with him reporting it and being seen by others?"
"Yeah, girl, what if Old Zhao lets something slip?"
Mingjing sighed, "You should read more books. Old Zhao definitely can't tell."
"Zhang Ping reported him to the police. He told Widow Ma that there's always gossip around a widow's house, and unless he wanted to marry Widow Ma, he would be a laughingstock."
Old Zhao is concerned about his reputation; he's the kind of person who would do something sneaky. If word got out, how could they possibly get along in the village?
"That's right, girl, you're really smart."
Mingliang chuckled, agreeing with Mingjing's assessment.
Buzzing.
The mobile phone that Mingjing had placed on the table rang.
"Who called?" Mingliang asked curiously.
Mingjing answered, "Hello?"
“Mingjing is me. You mentioned wanting a house last time, and I found one for you. It's in a bustling area of Xiangjiang, with schools, supermarkets, and hospitals, and it's near the estuary.”
It's 120 square meters. If you're interested, I can help you reserve it.
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