Sheng Fu

Chapter 975: Adding drama to the show

The night was noisy, full of struggles, screams, and a tragic scene.

"You guys are lucky enough to have food to eat, but you still want to pass on your family property to your descendants? That's just a pipe dream!" A member of the Xiongwu Gang laughed wildly.

"A bunch of low-lifes dare to ruin Uncle Wen's good deeds. They really don't know how to live or die." Another member of the Xiongwu Gang said arrogantly to an old man in his fifties or sixties with a joking look on his face.

But even though the people of Baifeng Village are scattered, there are still a few passionate young men.

Song Xin, 23 years old, is not tall but strong. He holds a hatchet in his hand and fights with a member of the Xiongwu Gang.

"Damn it, you are too bullying, I will fight you!" Song Xin's face was ferocious and his eyes were bloodshot. He had lost his mind at this moment and swung the hatchet in his hand regardless of the cost.

Unfortunately, he was facing members of the Xiongwu Gang.

Although most gang members have weak or no true energy in their bodies, they all know some martial arts and are very nimble in their steps.

Song Xin was so excited that he kept swinging the hatchet in his hand, but he just couldn't hit his opponent.

After swinging the knife for dozens of times, Song Xin felt exhausted.

Seeing this, the Xiongwu Gang member showed a rare smile of appreciation and said, "It seems that there are still real men in Baifeng Village."

After he finished speaking, this member kicked Song Xin in the face with a graceful and beautiful high sweep. This hot-blooded young man felt a black screen before his eyes and then fainted on the ground.

There are also wealthy families in Baifeng Village.

The roof is covered with black tiles and there is a courtyard of neither too big nor too small. This is the only wealthy family in the village.

The person living in this courtyard is naturally the village chief of Baifeng Village.

The village chief was about fifty years old, of medium build, with dark skin, a pair of small eyes that hid a gleam of brilliance, and droopy eyes that gave off a slightly gloomy look.

The village chief's name is Fan Jin. At this moment, he is pacing back and forth in his courtyard, his face full of anxiety.

The group of people who suddenly broke into Baifeng Village beat anyone they saw, but they did not go to the village chief's house to cause trouble.

I remember that when this courtyard was first built, many people in the village came to show their support, because it was the only square courtyard in Baifeng Village, and it was covered with black tiles.

On the day the house was completed, Fan Jin drank a lot of wine. That day was also the proudest day of Fan Jin's life.

But now when he thinks back to that day, Fan Jin wants to die.

At this moment, Fan Jin didn't have the courage to walk out of his yard, for fear that those thugs would have some seemingly friendly conversation with him.

But if I don’t go out, it will be even harder to explain.

Why was everyone being beaten except the village chief?

What is the relationship between the village chief and Wen San, a minor official in blue clothes?
After this incident, the village chief could not clearly explain whether he had a horizontal relationship with Wen San.

The outskirts of Baifeng Village.

Xu Hua and Shangguan Yi's carriage approached Baifeng Village two or three miles away.

"In fact, we all know that the village chiefs in small villages often have good relations with their fellow villagers. However, the village chief of Baifeng Village is a large village. In addition, the people in the village are not united, so the village chief is naturally not clean." Shangguan Yi said with a faint smile.

Xu Hua was slightly startled and asked curiously, "Why do you think so?"

Shangguan Yi smiled implicitly and said, "Sir, you are a scholar and don't understand many things in the martial arts world. The more people in the village, the more selfish and narrow-minded they are. People like the village chief, the more they like to curry favor with the powerful."

"When you were still reading the books of sages, I had already started to struggle at the bottom of the world. I know a little about the human nature of the lower classes."

Xu Hua never thought that Shangguan Yi would order his subordinates to deliberately not find fault with the village chief's family. Xu Hua has lived in Zhengxiong Mountain for many years. Most of the people in Zhengxiong Mountain are helpless, but at the same time, most of them are also very open and loyal.

It is naturally completely different from the people in Baifeng Village.

“The folks in the countryside don’t understand any big principles. They will bully those who are easy to bully, and subconsciously try to please those who are not easy to bully. But after this incident, the people in Baifeng Village may really realize some truths.” Shangguan Yi said gently with one hand behind his back.

Xu Hua said thoughtfully: "So next, the people of Baifeng Village will capture the village chief and torture him severely, asking about the specific relationship between the village chief and Wen San."

"And the village chief cannot withstand the torture and will confess what he knows."

Shangguan Yi nodded and said, "If you want justice, you have to start with the village chief."

"As for what these villagers can do next, it all depends on your methods, sir. Your plan is very good, and my Xiongwu Gang will also spread rumors about the new policy everywhere."

"I hope that this time, many people can gather and show up at the county governor's mansion to shout about the injustice of politics and law and the injustice of the world."

There was one thing Shangguan Yi was worried about.

That is to say, whether the people of Baifeng Village have blood or not, because many people, when they encounter some unpleasant things, will subconsciously choose to let it go. After all, it is better to have less trouble than more.

But tonight, many young wives will have their legs broken.

There will also be many elderly people who suffer broken bones.

Even if they don't care about their lives, this kind of behavior should be able to arouse the bloodiness of some young people.

Shangguan Yi smiled and said, "Early tomorrow morning, the entire Xiongwu Province will know what happened in Baifeng Village. Even three days later, the entire northern land will know that there is a local tyrant named Wen San in Xiongwu Province."

"This local tyrant is just a small clerk in blue clothes."

Xu Hua nodded with great satisfaction. The bigger the matter, the better. He hoped that this time, the torrent of public opinion could submerge the entire northern land.

In Baifeng Village.

Huang Jing and his wife also felt some noise outside the house.

"Why don't you slap me too?" said the wife, hugging her husband tightly.

Huang Jing broke free from his wife's arms, stood up and lit the candle. The dim candlelight swayed slightly like the river of fate.

"The house where my parents and children live is on the north side. The walls there are made of thick earth. They don't know what's happening yet." Huang Jing said leisurely.

The wife also slightly adjusted her clothes and asked with a guilty conscience, "So, we are the only two people who know about this?"

Huang Jing also nodded guiltily and said, "Yes."

The wife took a deep breath and said, "Why not make the house a little messy and throw the benches and tables at the door."

"Then tear our own clothes to shreds."

"Even if you are just pretending, you have to pretend to be convincing."

Huang Jing felt that it made sense. At this moment, the commotion in the village was greater than Huang Jing had imagined.

As soon as I walked out of the bedroom and came to the main hall, I heard a middle-aged man crying and shouting for his parents while running for his life on the street.

Huang Jing pondered, "In my opinion, not only do we have to mess up the house, we also have to remove a few bench legs, and you have to use a cane to beat me hard for a while, preferably until I bleed."

"And I will draw blood from you, too."

The wife shuddered, but when she thought about the current situation, she nodded embarrassedly and said, "You can be more gentle with the pumping."