"Who paralyzed my tractor!"

Zhou Zigong jumped off the back seat of Zhou Zicheng's motorcycle, roaring and cursing, so as to express his national quintessence.

Si Chen, who had been robbed of the tractor by Zhao Yan, was sleeping on the wheat. When he heard this, he got up immediately.

In the past two days, with Zhao Yan's help, Si Chen found time to sleep and stayed up all night, harvesting almost all night.

"Hey! Hey! What are you calling for?" Si Chen frowned and scolded Zhou Zigong with an impatient look on his face.

"Hey, someone is backing me up, what's the big deal?" Zhou Zicheng walked over casually with a cigarette in his mouth and an iron rod in his hand to confront Si Chen.

Behind him, there were more than twenty young men, each holding an iron rod and slapping the palm of his left hand with a fierce look on his face.

Behind Si Chen, the villagers gathered around when they saw this group of people from a distance.

At this moment, there are still people coming from afar.

In the hands of the peasants, each person has a four-pronged fork.

Not long after, the two Wuyangyang gangs formally confronted each other!

"Si Chen, I would like to advise you, don't give me a toast or drink as a penalty. I'll lend you a good voice and a good temper. If you don't agree, then I'll have to use force!"

Zhou Zicheng chewed on his cigarette, had a drake voice, and smiled obscenely.

Zhao San also came early in the morning, but before waiting for the people from Zhoujiagou, he went there first to check the maturity of the wheat.

At this moment, panting and jumping over, shouting:

"Zhou Zicheng! What are you doing? Believe it or not, I will call the police to arrest you and punish you for being a hooligan!"

Zhou Zicheng suddenly laughed wildly and arrogantly:

"You asked the police to arrest me? Hahaha! You are really capable. Your family runs the public security bureau?"

After he finished speaking, a group of younger brothers behind him also shouted and laughed wildly.

The farmers in Zhaojiayuan were so angry that they clenched their four-pronged forks in their hands.

Zhao Yan, who was on the tractor over there, saw that something was wrong here, so he also ran over and cursed angrily:

"Zinima! Zhou, if you make my father angry again, believe it or not, I will treat you like a pig gelding!"

Si Chen stopped Zhao Yan and said:

"The harvester can't stop. We're all here. Go ahead and keep harvesting."

"Si Chen, get on the machine. This is a matter between me, Zhao Jiayuan and Zhou Jiagou. Don't get involved."

As soon as Zhao Yan said these words, a group of farmers around him immediately echoed:

"Si Chen, just go ahead and harvest, we are here to support you!"

Zhao San next to him immediately grabbed Si Chen's arm and pulled him out of the crowd.

Opposite, a group of people came running from a distance, shouting:

"Uncle Third, we are here too!"

Zhao Cheng led a group of people, holding a four-pronged fork in his hand, and ran over in a hurry, with dust flying behind him!

There are more than thirty people in this group!

Only about twenty people from Zhoujiagou came.

Originally, there were nearly thirty people on Zhao San's side.

Now, Zhao Cheng has also brought people here in time. There are still so many people, is it not an overwhelming number?

Instantly, the second-rate boys in Zhoujiagou became uneasy.

It looked like an ancient battlefield, where the encirclement and suppression troops armed with spears surrounded the enemy armed with short swords from both sides.

The people in Zhoujiagou seemed to be at the end of their rope and very anxious.

Raising troops and mobilizing people to fight, the result is this?

It’s not embarrassing enough!

In this era, group fights are common in rural areas.

Generally, they are competing for fields, fish ponds, and mountains and forests.

For farmers, these resources are their lifeblood!

Logically speaking, what matters in group fights is momentum and morale.

Whichever side has more people and more power has the right to speak, and the other side will basically give in.

For example, at this moment, Zhao San squeezed in from the crowd and shouted:

"Children of Zhoujiagou, please stop fooling around during the busy farming season and go back!"

"Dad!" Zhao Yan stopped now. My fists were hardened. You actually let them go?

"What?" Zhao San glared at his eldest son fiercely, pushed him behind him, and turned around and said:

"Go back, everyone, go back and cut the wheat when you have time. There is no need to leave me here to make you miserable!"

Zhao San does not have a combative temper. He prefers to use his brain to do things and is used to weighing the pros and cons.

The wheat harvest here has reached such an intense stage, where can I have time to fight with the second-rates?

Even if you win, someone will be injured. No time wasted? No treatment required? No money spent?

Zhao San has a leg injury now, so he definitely doesn't want any accidents to happen to the villagers.

Zhou Zicheng felt extremely aggrieved. He looked across the crowd and looked at Si Chen——

damn it!

What a bad start!

I just want to borrow a harvester. I promised you I would pay for it, but you still don’t agree!

It’s amazing to have a harvester? It’s amazing to have so many people? You’re so confused!

Damn your mother!

In addition, Zhou Zicheng was so angry that he lost face in front of his younger brother!

Emotions are getting worse——

He gave his brother a look, tilted his head slightly, and pointed at the tractor coming from behind.

Zhou Zigong understood the situation and quietly got into the crowd and walked towards the tractor.

Si Chen's heart skipped a beat, his intuition was very bad!

He quickly squeezed into the crowd and quickly pushed his way to the front.

After a while, Zhou Zigong came back quickly, holding something in his hand——

"Fuck! Bullshit!"

The farmers on Zhaojiayuan's side suddenly panicked and retreated one after another.

In the past three years, Zhao Jiayuan's guns have been taken away one after another.

Here, almost no one has this thing.

Back then, didn't it mean that the weapons were also confiscated from the neighboring village of Zhoujiagou?

Why else?

This area is all under the jurisdiction of Jinsui Township. Doesn't it mean that all the guns from the seven villages in the township have been taken away?

"Zhou Zicheng! Don't do this!" Zhao San became anxious and warned:

"If you cause trouble, you will be shot!"

"Third uncle, you are worrying too much. We are all civilized people." Zhou Zicheng pretended to light a cigarette and took a puff before continuing:

"Civilized people, of course, solve problems in a civilized way."

He speaks broken Cantonese and fantasizes about being a Hong Kong movie boss.

After hearing this, no one in the crowd believed it, and everyone was nervous.

Si Chen frowned and took a closer look. There was actually a word carved on the wooden handle of the gun:

Zhao!

Si Chen was filled with doubts. Could this gun belong to Zhao Jiayuan?

However, weren't all the gunfire back then taken away by Yang Dazhu, the captain of the police brigade in charge of this area in Jinsui Township?

Seeing the lightning, Si Chen suddenly figured out something——

He stepped forward and slowly walked towards Zhou Zigong.

"Si Chen! Come back quickly!" Zhao Jiayuan's people were so anxious that they called him back.

Zhou Zicheng smiled scornfully and cursed:
To be continued...