Splendid peasant girl busy farming

Chapter 8578

"Yang Lizheng, they are them, and we are us. Our family has no rice to cook tonight, and we have brought all the pots and buckets. You should divide ours first!" said the youngest son of the old man Wang.

Yang Lizheng glanced at the younger son, and patiently explained again: "I just said that this is not about your family, why don't you understand?"

Li Zheng, who was next to him, also scolded the youngest son: "If you tell you to go back first, what are you making a fuss about? Who will keep your family's money for nothing? It's going to be dark soon!"

"You can light the lamp even when it's dark. Besides, it's not dark yet! Let us share it!" the youngest son said again.

The old Wangtou walked directly to the guest room where the grain was kept.

"Hey, what are you doing? Where are you going?"

Yang Yongqing was carrying a bag of food to the guest room, so he hurriedly asked about it.

The old Wang turned his head and gave Yang Yongqing a look, and scolded: "None of your business!"

Hey?
When Yang Yongqing heard this, he immediately became unhappy, dropped the food on his shoulders and chased after Old Wangtou: "Who are you scolding, old man? Master, did I invite you to provoke you?"

old stuff?
The old Wangtou's face suddenly became darker than the bottom of the pot, and he raised his hand and slapped Yang Yongqing on the head.

Yang Yongqing was still carrying a grain bag on his shoulder, and was suddenly slapped on the head by the old Wang, and he staggered back a few steps and fell to the ground with a bang.

The mouth of the rice bag was smashed open, and the rice splashed out, at least two or three catties.

Yang Yongqing glanced at the rice on the ground, and the veins in his temples twitched.

"Mom, what a shame, you old bastard is shameless!"

He jumped up from the ground, threw his fist on the old Wangtou's face.

Fear of being young, the old Wang's head was beaten so that his neck was tilted to one side, and his eyeballs almost flew out of their sockets.

"You bastard who has no one to teach you, dare to hit me? Sons, give it to me, and kill this son of a bitch!"

Following Lao Wangtou's order, several sons of his family swarmed up, picked up the buckets they brought, and smashed Yang Yongqing.

Seeing this posture, Yang Yongjin and Yang Yongzhi were stunned. Both brothers dropped their work and rushed to this side.

Yang Huazhong, Yang Huaming and Yang Huazhou were still patiently explaining to the villagers nearby, and some villagers were already obedient and ready to go back. Unexpectedly, there was a commotion here. They turned their heads and saw, fuck, there was a fight!

Yang Huaming yelled right away: "Damn it, fight Yongqing in our old Yang's territory, you don't want to mess around!"

Yang Huazhou rushed this way without saying a word.

Even the younger children like Hong'er and Tie Dan clenched their fists when they saw Yang Yongqing being beaten.

The old Wang family masters are brothers who fight tigers, father and son soldiers in battle.

The old Yang family's men are also of one mind, unanimously speaking to the outside world.

However, because of the distance, the terrain is not good for the old Yang family.

Seeing that Yang Yongqing was surrounded by the old Wang's family, the old Wang's big slap slapped Yang Yongqing's face with a crackling sound.

Yang Yongqing wanted to fight back, but the two sons of Old Wangtou held down his arms respectively, and the youngest son of Old Wangtou jumped up and punched Yang Yongqing in the face.

Half of Yang Yongqing's brow bone was raised, a lot of red.

The youngest son has been doing crop work for many years, and his arms are full of veins. Although he is half a head shorter than Yang Yongqing, he is flexible, and with the help of Old Wangtou and his brothers, he just jumps up and outputs.

Bang Bangbang punched several times in a row, and even a strong man in his early thirties like Yang Yongqing was hit so dizzy that he couldn't even stand upright.

"presumptuous!"

A shout of anger sounded above the heads of the old Wang family father and son, and then a figure jumped up, and the long whip in his hand fell down, crackling.

The youngest son of the old Wang family was beaten several times, and a whip was whipped on his face, leaving a bloodstain.

Another whip hit the shoulder, and the cotton-padded jacket was pulled away, the cotton wool inside flew out, and the skin under the cotton wool was ripped apart.

The youngest son of the Wang family was whipped so hard that he hugged his head and jumped around. His brothers tried to grab the whip.

Yang Ruoqing sneered, this whip was tailor-made for her by Zuo Junmo later, it had barbs on it.

No, the Wang family relied on their own strength to grab it. As a result, they grabbed a hand full of blood, and it was too late to let go. The whip was stuck in their hand, and they finally let go, but the palm was already flesh and blood. Vague.

Yang Ruoqing jumped to the ground stepping on the shoulder of one of them, and stood in front of Yang Yongqing, holding a whip in her hand, and cast her fierce eyes on everyone in front of her.

"If the tiger doesn't show its power, it will treat me as a sick cat? If you dare to behave wildly in my Yang family's territory, you will have to pay the price!"

Her voice was as cold as her eyes, and her eyes swept around, extremely frightening.

At this time, brothers Yang Huaming and Yang Yongjin finally squeezed through the crowd and rushed to Yang Yongqing.

"How are you, Qing boy?" Yang Huaming and Yang Huazhou bent down to help Yang Yongqing up.

Yang Yongqing was beaten until his nose was bruised and his face was swollen. Nosebleeds were still flowing from his nostrils, and the eye under his red and swollen brow bone was also congested with blood.

Seeing his majestic appearance, Yang Huaming and the others' hearts sank, and Yang Yongjin and Yang Yongzhi's eyes sparkled even more. They rolled up their sleeves and rushed towards the Wang family brothers.

There were three or four brothers in the Wang family, and some of them were still holding wooden barrels and poles. The two brothers didn't care about anything, and one fell on the other and began to wrestle on the ground.

Except for the youngest one who was injured by Yang Ruoqing with a whip, the other brothers of the old Wang family also reacted, screaming and wrestling with Yang Yongjin and the others again.

Old Wangtou slapped him next to him, Yang Huaming spat, stepped forward and punched Old Wangtou on the back, Old Wangtou let out a groan, and turned around to fight with Yang Huaming.

"Brothers count me in!"

Yang Yongqing spat out a mouthful of bloody foam and rushed forward, his target was the youngest son of the old Wang family.

Because he was the one who beat himself before.

Yang Ruoqing held the whip in her hand and watched the men in front of her tearing coldly.

In these places in the countryside, it is not uncommon for women to quarrel and men to fight.

Sometimes the fields of two families are next to each other. During the dry season in late spring and early summer when the field ditches are drained, the two families can fight from one end to the other in order to grab the water in the ditch.

Every autumn, the mountains are cut for firewood, and the people of the two villages can quarrel and fight over a few trees, and finally rise to a large-scale fight involving the whole village.

At such a time, let alone you, Yang Ruoqing, came out to suppress the situation, even if the emperor Qi Xingyun was present, it is estimated that these red-eyed villagers, these rough guys, would not be able to listen to your words.

Therefore, after Yang Ruoqing rescued Yang Yongqing, she ignored them for the time being and let them fight, especially when reinforcements from our side arrived, she had to let her brothers and uncles vent their anger.

(End of this chapter)