Chapter 39: Wind Sword and Frost Swords are fiercely pressing each other (3)

"Captain, don't do this. I am the leader of the fight. If you don't know about the meeting in the club, what responsibility do you take?" Li Yongjun is a loyal man. He is most disgusted with such a scene, and his eyes turn red. The other team leaders who participated in the fight also lowered their heads and didn't know what they were thinking.

The people in Jiuli Village were also stunned. When they first came, they wanted to kill someone who wanted to kill someone in Koushantun, and their full breath was so full that they were relieved by this young man's words, but they were still a little moved and their eyes were sore.

Qin Qiong heard Xue Xiang's statement and rubbed his teeth. After fighting for water for decades, he never bowed his head in one direction and admitted his mistakes. But today, their heads actually lowered their heads. Didn't they be so embarrassed that they were so embarrassed in Jiuli Village? But why was he not happy anymore, and he felt no pleasure at all, but frustrated. Even the family of Yang Daming, who was wrapped in white, didn't know what to do. Could it be that they really went to pull the young deputy director who had been talking to him and vent their anger to kill him to death?

In fact, the rural people at this moment are both stubborn and simple, and reasonable, and they are never willing to force people to death. They often just want to fight for a breath. They are respected and can discuss all the big things. It was because Xue Xiang grasped this point that he decided to use softness to overcome hardness, and the effect was indeed extraordinary.

Xue Xiang saw the whole place silently and sighed: "Young and young men in Jiuli Village, the families of Comrade Ming, I will give you some opinions first. You see if it is OK. If it is OK, let's recruit it; if it is not OK, you will mention it again! First, death is the most important thing, let's treat the future generations for Comrade Ming first. But don't worry, I, Mr. Xue, can't escape, just here in Kaoshantun. You can't come to me to vent your anger. Second, I can't die in vain if I die. We can't think that nothing has happened before. Let's do this, the fruits and wild game in Jinniu Mountain, the members of our Jiuli Village want to pick them, and they can't beat them.

Tun is absolutely nothing. Third, Comrade Daming died young in his prime, and we cannot be without compensation to his family. In this way, we will provide 500 yuan in cash for Comrade Daming's family; we will allocate another labor force to their family every year and give it to their family; Comrade Daming's mother, we will be burial with fertility from Mount Tun. Okay, I will talk about these three points, comrades from Jiuli Village, you can discuss them." Xue Xiang really follows the human feelings and understands the truth. He not only takes into account the face of Jiuli Village, but also gives Jiuli Village benefits, and does not forget to comfort the family. He really does everything and does not leak water.

After Xue Xiang finished speaking, he heard a crackling sound. It turned out that in the Jiuli Village, many people took off their farm tools, smashed their hoes with shovels, and hammers with sickles. There was a crisp sound. Then, the people in Jiuli Village were in a big uproar. The sound was not dissatisfied, but surprised.

The decades of fighting between Kuoshantun and Jiuli Village have not been beaten to death. But every time a person dies, it is just a pension in his own village. The other party has never paid any compensation. This time, Kuoshantun not only gave up the forest, but also paid for it. It is also so much money, five hundred yuan. If you add a little more, you will be enough to buy a cow! Besides, there are still free labor cents every year. Isn’t this a bit too much? The people in Jiuli Village are even embarrassed.

If there is a lot of habits in rural fighting at this time, even if someone is beaten to death, it will only regroup and fight again, and never take the initiative to recruit the police. If any family recruits the police first, it will be considered a disaster, which is even worse than taking the initiative to surrender. Not only are they shameless in front of their opponents, but even from all over the countryside, they can't raise their heads.

In later generations, Xue Xiang heard jokes about rural armed battles in the 1970s, and also asked about the history of the struggle between Li Yongjun and the villages, and knew very clearly about the grievances between Kaoshantun and Jiuli Village. The reason why he handled this was not because he was afraid of the two or three hundred young people in Jiuli Village, but because he was afraid of intensifying conflicts and causing greater bloody conflicts. Because he is now in the career path, what he does should be in line with the responsibilities assigned by this identity. Secondly, Cai Gaoli intends to provoke the armed battle between the two villages, what will he do to fight?

He had already figured out his mind that he could not fulfill Cai Gaoli's intention. Thirdly, the cost of eliminating disasters was not much, but five hundred yuan and a labor worker's minute every year. As for the permit to enter and exit Jinniu Mountain, it was not much different from the empty check. Because after he decided to leave the scene, he immediately organized people to go into the mountain and catch the hundred boars back. After going to these hundred boars, there were only wild fruits and wild vegetables in Jinniu Mountain, and there were three or two hares and pheasants. What's wrong with Jiuli Village?

Xue Xiang took the money to give in and really knocked the people in Jiuli Village unconscious. Even the family members of the deceased, who looked sad, cried and widened their eyes, arguing about something. Qin Qiong had no words at this moment, and it was really unreasonable to continue making trouble. Could it be that he really dragged out the kind and righteous deputy director to death? Besides, Da Mingzi's family almost started to fight for the five hundred yuan. If he had to make a move, why did he come forward?

Seeing that everyone stopped talking, Xue Xiang lifted up the blue woolen uniform, took off a black leather bag from his waist, leaned in, pulled out a big unity of about an inch, and rubbed his thumb with a thumb, then pointed out a stack, and handed it to the old woman in Mai who was crouching on the ground and guarding the body: "Auntie, you can't be resurrected. You still have to be mourned. Pay attention to your health! Although this money cannot be bought back the lives of the Ming brothers, it can only be considered as our filial piety for him. You should keep it."

When the old woman heard this, she raised her head and looked at Xue Xiang. Her turbid eyes were already red and swollen. She neither took the money nor spoke. Her sadness made Xue Xiang feel sad. Seeing that the old woman didn't accept it, Xue Xiang was waiting to entrust the money to Qin Qiong and handed it over to him. In the public eye, she was not afraid that Qin Qiong would embezzle it.

However, before Xue Xiang could pull out his hand, a white-costal man with an older deceased man with a similar face reached out and took the money, and hummed in his mouth: Such a small amount of money will be a life for my brother, and you will be cheap. While speaking, he untied his clothes in panic, layer after layer until he was covered with flesh before he hid the money.

When Xue Xiang looked at his outfit and appearance, he knew that he was the deceased brother. He thought to himself: It would be the same for him to come to take the money. Therefore, he did not dodge. Otherwise, how could the man snatch the money from him? Xue Xiangguan this man's style and said to himself: In the future, the annual salary will definitely be handed over to the old mother.

Seeing that Da Mingzi's brother had collected 500 yuan, Qin Qiong knew that the overall situation had been decided and the family members of the deceased were no longer fighting. What else could he fight for? Besides, the village was not without benefits, so he shouted: "The old and young men in Jiuli Village, according to the death of Da Mingzi, you can't just forget it. But Director Xue from Kuoshantun is righteous, and he also pays money and apologizes. What else should we do? He really took Director Xue to take the blame, and there was no reason for this? Everyone, if you think Director Xue is fair in doing things, we will go home; if you are dissatisfied, just bring it up." After Qin Qiong's words, the people in Jiuli Village did not respond.

At this moment, everyone was wondering if the five hundred yuan was too much to pay. People in the mountains were cheap. Before they could hear anyone's life was worth five hundred, they should be content! Seeing that no one responded, Qin Qiong made a gesture to Xue Xiang, shouted, and then waited to lead the people to retreat.

At this moment, "Tutu...", a motor sound came from the southeast. Everyone looked in the sound, but they saw that the only old Dongfanghong tractor in the commune was gasping for breath and rushing to the second place. The tractor was dragged on the box, and the leader of the commune's security brigade was Zhu Long. After a closer look, the group of blue cloth clothes were the tiger skins of the security brigade.

Dongfang Hong dragged Lao Gao's black smoke and was aggressive. He went to the threshing ground without slowing down. He rushed straight towards the crowd, which made the crowd mess. He stopped two meters away. The car had not stopped steadily, and Zhu Long, who had a strong body, had thick eyebrows and big eyes, led a group of blue cloth men and jumped out of the car.

Soon after, the cockpit was opened, and a middle-aged man came, with high cheekbones, a collapsed nose, and a gray Zhongshan suit, but was dressed in a strict and honest manner. It was Deng Jiayou who questioned Xue Xiang many times. Deng Jiayou got off the car, and shouted to Xue from a distance: "Comrade Xue Xiang, I heard that something big happened in Kaoshantun and even beat someone to death. Director Cai appointed me to deal with it. Unexpectedly, as soon as he arrived, he really had a conflict with you. Thanks to our timely arrival."

The Deng family deliberately called Xue Xiang a comrade, not a director, which had two meanings. First, he did not feel that Xue Xiang, who was hairless in his heart, deserved the title of director. Second, even if Xue Xiang had the title of deputy director, his Deng family ranked before Xue Xiang, and he called him a comrade, and he emphasized the subordinate relationship intentionally or unintentionally.

Xue Xiang had been in the agency for more than ten years in his previous life, so he naturally knew that his tricks were not taken seriously. He smiled and greeted him: "Welcome, welcome Director Deng to Kaoshantun to guide his work." Xue Xiang did not mention any "dead people", "handle problems" or "conflict" words at all.

The Deng family had a pair of hands hurt by Xue Xiang, and they scolded in their hearts, and they were not polite: "Comrade Xue Xiang, I am not here to guide some work, but to deal with the case of a member of the Kuoshantun killing Yang Daming, a member of Jiuli Village..."

Before Deng's family could finish his words, Xue Xiang interrupted, "Where did Director Deng's news come from? What did the member of the Kuoshantun beat Yang Daming to death in Jiuli Village? When did it become a case again? Who reported the case? Which public security department filed a case? Don't tell me that it was the case filed by the commune security brigade, do they seem to be not qualified?" Since the other party was coming in full force, Xue Xiang simply tore off the skin, and threw it over with a series of questions.

Xue Xiang knew that in this case, he would be unable to escape. He would not act like a bit of a wrong person, so that the Deng family would be able to make a bad thing happen if they were exaggerated.

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