All the evil beasts in the world, I feed on demons and monsters

Chapter 124 Iron Cross Earns a Banquet

The sky is clear and the sun is shining.

Ji Ran felt like he was now in the man's perspective, personally experiencing the situation. The joy of walking on the wind and being full of energy was very satisfying.

Ji Ran carried a hoe and walked along the path to the end of the field.

The village's roofs were low and dilapidated, but with the comings and goings of people, it was quite lively. It wasn't a good day, but God had blessed us. Although the land was beginning to dry up, the Jinmen River stretched far and wide, and even when it dried up, there was still silt.

I had been carrying countless loads of moist mud every day, and not only had the rice not died of drought, but the fields, fertilized with mud, had actually grown stronger. Now, with only ten days until the harvest, my rice was clearly two or three times fatter than those growing in the fields around me.

As Ji Ran was walking, he saw Wang Liu, who was wearing a blue and white missionary uniform and had an iron cross hanging around his neck. He was leading a dozen people to harvest his rice!
Ji Ran immediately became anxious. He strode over and shouted, "What are you doing!"

At this moment, the rice that he had longed for, now weighing heavily on his head, was reduced to nothing but straw. The sun shone on the golden rice fields, but only his own, most fertile plot had been gnawed away by the sickles of his followers, leaving a deep abyss where the sun could not reach.

Ji Ran jumped down.

Wang Liu, the leader, straightened up, his brows tilted and his eyes raised: "I'm sorry, I wasn't paying attention just now and I got the wrong place."

Ji Ran was so nervous at the moment that he had no time to listen to what he said.
He rushed towards the carts of those people! There, the rice from his own field was placed!
boom!
At this moment, Wang Liu suddenly stretched out his hand and pressed it on his shoulder with a playful smile.

"Brother."

"Although we brothers have claimed the wrong land, according to the priest, we have also put in the work to buy the land for you, so you should pay us!"

"It's only natural to get paid for work, right, brother?"

That inappropriate tone attracted a bunch of stupid believers to make a fuss!

"Give money! Give money!"

“Give me money!!”

These parishioners are all familiar faces.

A while ago, there was Liu Sanyan, who smashed Mr. Zhang’s shop, robbed his money, and chopped off his legs.

And then there's Qian Liuzi, fighting for territory at the docks, gambling his life on others! Measuring meat and land, a knife, a scale, whoever cuts off the heavier piece of meat wins!
Someone made a bet and chopped off a pound of flesh from his thigh with one knife! He was so scared and cruel that he just went all out, killing his opponent, stealing his money and running away! He violated the big taboo of the Eight Gates!
There is also the biggest one, Wang Ermaizi, who is said to have been a bandit.

Earlier this month, Erzhuang, a villager, got married. This ruthless pockmarked man kidnapped the bride and kept her in the church for four or five days. A few days ago, the bride was brought back wrapped in a straw mat. A group of scoundrels, shamelessly crowding into Erzhuang's house, imitated the barbarians and demanded money for her virginity. If she refused, they would rob her. After stealing several hundred yuan, they killed his family's laying hens, ate a hearty meal, and then left in a swagger.

The bride hanged herself that very night. The mother at home was a stupid woman with a narrow mind and didn't understand what was going on. The next day, she burned yellow paper for her daughter-in-law in the middle of the night and then jumped into the well.

You mentioned these things, doesn’t the government care?

Hey, these traitorous beasts, all wearing iron crosses, always talking about extraterritoriality. How could anyone dare to provoke those insignificant county governors?
At this moment, Ji Ran was also suppressing his anger, thinking of spending money to settle the matter, so he could only ask: "How much?"

Wang Liu waved his hand and said, "Ten copper coins!"

Ji Ran widened his eyes. This man was so shameless. Even if he paid the tax on his land and sold all of it, there wouldn't be enough money left!

But being ashamed won’t make you a scoundrel with a rotten heart and pus in your brain!

Before Ji Ran could argue, Wang Liu raised his finger and pointed at the field: "If we add the rice from your family, it will probably be enough to pay for our hard work."

The thief's bite goes three inches into the bone.

Ji Ran was furious and immediately went forward to push him!
But two fists are no match for four hands, and soon he was tied up and taken before the county magistrate.

These former guests suddenly became honored guests of the county government! The gavel slammed!
The county magistrate had only one sentence:

"Did you touch their holy cross during the fight?"

Ji Ran nodded, but he cried out in indignation: "Sir, they took my land! I am..."

Snapped!
But the county magistrate on the stage didn't bother to pay attention and just signaled the officers to knock him down with a stick!

"Making a scene in court is so disgraceful!"

"Putting aside the land grabbing issue, since you've touched someone's sacred object, you're insulting the religion!"

"You are punished by setting up a feast of ten tables to make amends to the parishioners!"

The county magistrate took a glance and saw Wang Liu squatting on a chair happily, and Er Mazi squatting on the door frame, looking at the breasts and buttocks of the village women outside the door. No one cared about him, so he immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

Snapped!
Gavel shot!
"Retire!"

Ji Ran was pushed out of the county government office by the scoundrel. Fearing that these beasts would break into his home and harm his wife and daughter, Ji Ran had no choice but to bite the bullet and agree to the buffet.

Where do you get the money for a buffet with ten tables?
The yamen runners were like wolves smelling blood, squatting at his doorstep early in the morning. The way they looked at him in the yamen just now was like the King Kong in the temple, each one of them majestic and angry. The county magistrate only needed to make a sound before he came down with a stick!

Now, they are all happy, like a smiling tiger.

"Brother, a buffet costs a lot of money. If you can't afford it, those believers are all traitors. They are all backed by the big devils~"

"There won't be a banquet then. Tsk tsk, your big-butt wife and little girl will have to be dragged into the church to preach!"

Ji Ran clenched his fists and said weakly, "How do you lend money? How much can I borrow?"

"Hey!"

The officer immediately became excited and said, "Fellow villagers, what do you say?"

"Just ask me, I have to help you!"

The next day, ten tables of feasting were filled with life. Besides the believers, the yamen runners also joined in the fun. Dishes, one after another that even my own family wouldn't dare dream of during the Lunar New Year, were served to the tables in a continuous stream!
Even Wang Ermaizi came to the banquet with a black-haired dog half the length of a man. He threw a whole elbow directly on the ground and let the dog gnaw on it, eating the meat in big mouthfuls.

Ji Ran gritted his teeth and watched from the side. His wife just took a look and went back to weaving the basket desperately.

Tongtong was a girl of four or five years old. She didn't understand anything and was just drooling with greed.

Ji Ran gritted his teeth and went forward to take half a bowl of rice, but was kicked over by Wang Liu!
Bang!
"This table is for a buffet for our parishioners, aren't you?"

"No, just get the hell away! If you dare to move your chopsticks today, we're not done with this!"

Ji Ran rolled on the ground, but was pulled up by a skinny little hand.

"Dad, let's go. Tongtong is not hungry."

The small hands held Ji Ran's hands tightly and pulled him towards home.

Behind me, the sounds of laughter and clinking glasses were a bit noisy in this desolate and dilapidated village.

(End of this chapter)