Shuangling: Braving the Rapids

At the same time that the Five Tiger Brothers were locked in a stalemate with Qin Yunhai, two young men, one fat and one thin, quietly ran back to the village from the crowd.

Both young men were Qin Laishun's iron-clad horsemen.

A few minutes later, the two men arrived at Qin Laishun's house one after the other. The lean young man reported, "Captain Laishun! Just as you thought, Qin Dahu really did fight with Ma Xiangju!"

Upon hearing this, Qin Laishun slapped his thigh and exclaimed, "Good! It's good that they've made a move; I was just afraid they wouldn't! Here's what we'll do: Xiao Tian, ​​you're quick on your feet, go and tell Shuangling to bring our men to the usual meeting place!"

"Alright!" the lean young man replied, turned and ran off, while the chubby young man, panting heavily, asked, "Uncle Lai Shun, Xiao Tian's gone, what am I supposed to do?"

"You just follow me! Let's drive the tractor to the village entrance first, and once everyone's gathered, we'll head to the county town right away!" Qin Laishun said, squinting his eyes.

"Uncle! Second Master is still fighting with those five bastards in the fields! Why aren't we going to help him? What are we doing going to the county town?" The chubby young man was from Qin Yunhai's branch of the family, and he was most concerned about Second Master's safety. But Qin Laishun tapped him on the head and then roared, "What? To petition!"

What is petitioning?

It was nothing more than Qin Laishun leading the villagers to the county government to express their demands. He deliberately avoided the village committee and the town government, simply because he wanted to make a big scene and cause chaos, which best served his ultimate goal.

Half an hour later, a farm tractor full of villagers drove out of the village and sped straight toward the county town.

The front exhaust pipe billowed thick smoke, making the people in the back truck cough. They pinched their noses, shook their heads, and were jostled around for nearly an hour before finally entering the city.

"Little Tian, ​​Little Fu, carry the banner! Beat the drum! Make a scene for the people on the street to see!"

As soon as Qin Laishun shouted, two young men, one fat and one thin, immediately raised the banner they had prepared in advance. It had black characters on a white background that read:

"Yang Dalin of Shuangling Brigade organized local bullies to illegally mine minerals. We urge the government to uphold justice for the people!"

This banner was, of course, made at Qin Laishun's behest.

As the production team leader, it was against the rules to report problems to higher authorities, but it wasn't without precedent. His deliberate avoidance of the five tiger cubs from Qin Family Village and his direct targeting of the brigade leader, Yang Dalin, probably had a deeper meaning.

To avoid irreversible negative consequences, a high-ranking official in the county gave a "high-level" reception to the group of impoverished mountain villagers, and Qin Laishun, as a village representative, was invited to engage in dialogue with relevant government departments.

The specific content of the conversation is unknown, but when Qin Laishun walked out of the county government gate, his face was filled with the glory of a "victor".

Qin Laishun led the villagers back to their village. At the same time, a disciplinary notice was sent directly from the county magistrate's office to the Songyue Town government. Within half a day, the news of Yang Dalin's dismissal spread throughout the three villages under the jurisdiction of Shuangling Brigade.

It's true that Yang Dalin was the backer of the "Five Tiger Brothers," but he only wanted a piece of the pie in the mining business. Now, before he's even gotten a slice, his own squad leader has publicly reported him. You can't say he was unlucky; you can only blame his excessive greed.

Yang Dalin has lost the support of the people, but will Qin Laishun gain theirs? Not necessarily. Anyone with eyes to see can see that Ma Xiangju and her husband, as well as Qin Yunhai, have all been used as pawns. As the production team leader, he could have suppressed the conflict, but he deliberately stirred things up. It wasn't about protecting the forests and farmland, nor was it about standing up for anyone; what Qin Laishun truly coveted was the position Yang Dalin had vacated!

A famous person once said, "There are bad people among the masses," and not all mountain people are honest and simple. Look at Qin Laishun, he's playing the "mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind" game. If he operates properly, he will become the one who reaps the biggest benefits in the whole affair.

That night, in a dimly lit private room at a restaurant at the village entrance, a huge copper hot pot was placed in the center of the table. The five people sitting around it did not touch their chopsticks and just sat there in silence. After a long time, the sound of arguing came from inside.

"Big brother! You shouldn't have stopped me back then. Just beat that old bastard up and see what they could do to me! Now Secretary Yang has been taken down, and Second Brother's bulldozer has been smashed. This is such a disgraceful thing!" Qin Sihou, whose right hand was wrapped in bandages, slammed his fist on the table and began to complain.

"Fourth Brother, Eldest Brother did the right thing. That old guy is already half-buried in the ground. What's the use of arguing with him? Besides, so many people were on their side back then. If we had dared to really fight, none of the five of us might have made it out of here!"

"Qin Xiaowu! I got whipped by that old bastard, I don't blame you for that!" Qin Sihou glared, tugging at his beard with resentment, "But don't forget, you patted your chest and said you'd handle those two, and now look what's happened! Where do we five put our faces? How are we supposed to face the village after this?"

Upon hearing this, Qin Xiaohu's face turned ugly. He took off his glasses, breathed on them, and then coldly replied while wiping the lenses, "Don't worry, Fourth Brother, I'll get revenge for you. If they don't let us have an easy time, I definitely won't let them live well either..."

After Qin Xiaohu finished speaking, Qin Dahu, who had been silent until now, finally spoke up: "Fourth brother, fifth brother, with your eldest brother here, it's not your place to rush into things. Let's discuss this carefully and teach them a lesson! That Qin Laishun has some connections in the county, so let's not touch him for now. I suggest we start with those Xinqiu father and son..."

The "Five Tiger Brothers" are all vengeful and vindictive. Once they've planned something, they'll soon put it into action. Sure enough, a few days later, a conspiracy targeting Qin Yunhai and Qin Aimin quietly unfolded.

On a damp, rainy night, a lean man wrapped in a black waterproof cloak appeared in the chrysanthemum field of Shuangxitian. Holding a sickle, he moved through the chrysanthemum bushes like a ghostly grim reaper. With each stroke of his sickle, the budding flowers and plants were cut off and fell into the muddy puddles.

The lean man moved like a ghost, and in just one hour, all of Aimin's two acres of experimental chrysanthemum seedlings were destroyed.

In an instant, a clap of thunder boomed, and a cold, bright light shone directly onto the lean man's face. He curled his lips into a wicked smile, then casually pulled a pair of gold-rimmed glasses from his pocket...

At the same time the lean man acted, four burly men in black raincoats arrived at the entrance of Qin Geda's sheepfold in the dark. They had a clear division of labor: one threw a piece of fat meat in front of the dog kennel, while another held a mechanical crossbow and waited for Ah Huang to show his head before decisively pulling the trigger.

Poor Ah Huang was pricked by a poisoned needle, cried out a few times, and collapsed at the entrance of the sheepfold.

"Fourth brother, the gate lock is all open. Go and give the people inside a needle!" The burly leader instructed the man with the bow, then turned to the remaining two and said, "Second brother, third brother, you two just focus on catching the sheep. Leave the rest to me..."

Upon hearing this, the bearded man with the crossbow pushed open the courtyard gate and quickly slipped to the window of a house. He first pried open a small hole in the window paper, then used a laser pointer to lock onto the head of the sleeping person on the bed. He loaded the poison needle and was about to pull the trigger when the leader stopped him. "Fourth brother! Are you trying to kill someone? Quick! Change the poison needle to a sleeping pill!"

Although reluctant, the bearded man did as he was told. He changed the needle, and with a "whoosh," a hallucinogenic needle was inserted into Qin Geda's neck.

The shepherd fell into a deep sleep. Soon, the more than twenty sheep in the pen were pulled and dragged outside by several people. The sheep were not unresponsive, but their bleating was completely drowned out by the sound of rain, causing no ripples.

"Fourth brother! What are you doing! Get out of here right now!"

Seeing that the matter was settled, the leader urged his fourth brother to leave the scene. However, the bearded man glanced at Ah Huang, who was foaming at the mouth and convulsing in the mud, and a hint of mockery and disdain appeared in his eyes. At that moment, he picked up the crossbow and walked straight to Ah Huang. Then, he unzipped his pants and urinated on Ah Huang's face.

The bearded man originally intended to finish off the dog, but inexplicably resorted to this despicable tactic at the last minute. Playing with a dog probably satisfied his perverted psychology more than killing it.

This renowned sheepdog, famous throughout the surrounding villages, had never suffered such humiliation. Even though it was old and its blood had been tainted by venom, Ah Huang was determined to defend its last shred of dignity!

Ah Huang convulsed violently, desperately prying open his eyelids and leaping up with all his might. Then, he opened his mouth wide and lunged at the perverted man!

The sudden turn of events terrified the bearded man. Instinctively, he ducked to protect his groin, instantly tearing a bloody gash in his arm. Urine and blood mingled, a gruesome sight, but at least he'd saved his manhood. He should have been thankful; if the dog hadn't been ambushed, or had been at its peak, even with a shotgun and every underhanded tactic, he would never have escaped unscathed.

But it's no use saying all this now. Ah Huang ultimately met his tragic end in the Northwest, dying at the hands of a bearded man with a crossbow.

Its two eyeballs and all the vital organs on its body were pierced with poisoned darts, and its fur was covered with mud, rainwater, and blood. Its death was truly gruesome...