A peasant girl traveled through time and space, and she became prosperous

A burly, dark-faced man, bare-chested and holding a long whip, kicked over the nearest pot on the roadside. The pot was on the fire, and sparks flew up to the height of two feet, scaring several people to scream.

The stove belonged to Liu Kerong's family. She had managed to get some food rations from others and had just thrown the cornmeal into the pot when it was kicked over. She was immediately furious.

Liu Kerong was known for being a hot-tempered woman. She had been feeling unhappy today and took this opportunity to vent her anger.

Liu Kerong got up from the ground, grabbed a handful of dirt, and threw it towards the dark-faced man's face.

"Fuck you, what am I doing here?"

After throwing the thing, Liu Kerong took the opportunity to spit on the man's face.

This annoyed him, and he raised the whip in his hand and whipped Liu Kerong hard. Liu Kerong fell to the ground instantly, rolled over twice and let out a shrill scream.

Although Liu Kerong was hateful, she was Wenderen's wife after all. Seeing his wife being bullied, Wenderen picked up the fire poker next to him and smashed it on the black-faced man's head.

Seeing that he was about to succeed, the black-faced man reacted extremely quickly. He turned around and saw Wenderen, and kicked him hard in the stomach. Wenderen fell to the ground and immediately spit out blood.

When the village chief saw that the situation had gotten out of hand, he quickly ordered everyone to pick up their weapons and drive the invader out.

Originally, everyone fled the famine together for safety. Now someone is coming here to make trouble unreasonably. No matter what grudges they have had in the past, they all have to be united now.

If it were an ordinary person, seeing so many people besieging him, he would definitely turn around and run away, but the black-faced man was not afraid at all.

Seeing that everyone was holding their weapons and the circle was gradually getting smaller, he actually put two fingers together, puffed up his cheeks, put them in his mouth, and whistled hard.

The whistle has great penetrating power and can be heard from far away.

Soon, Wen Meijiu, who was standing not far away, discovered something was wrong. A group of people were walking towards them about ten meters away on the avenue.

Judging from the number of people, their number is not less than theirs, and it seems that they are fleeing famine together. Moreover, most of them are men, and they are all strong and healthy, with naked upper bodies. They all hold sickles in their hands, and the blades are sharpened to a sparkling state.

It seems that the black-faced man leading the charge in front is the least threatening with the long whip in his hand.

The black-faced man whistled to convey a message to his companions. They heard the sound and rushed over here one after another.

"not good."

Wen Meijiu cursed inwardly, turned around and ran to the village chief.

"Grandpa, let him go here, and we'll go to the front."

Wen Meijiu stood in front of the village chief, stopping everyone from moving forward, which made the enthusiastic men feel unwilling.

“They beat our people.”

Not to mention others, even the elderly village chief had red eyes and held the hoe in his hand high, refusing to put it down.

The villagers are usually scheming against each other, but in times of danger, they are united as one, which touches everyone.

However, although I am touched, I still have to consider the overall situation when drinking warm wine.

If the village chief's hoe had really hit the dark-faced man on the forehead, everyone in the village would be in danger.

"Grandpa, listen to me. I will never let the villagers suffer any loss."

Wen Meijiu quietly shook his head at the village chief, hoping that the village chief could understand his hint.

While the village chief was hesitating, Wang Baoquan came up with a stick in his hand, cursing:

"Beat this bastard to death. If you don't want to do it, I will."

It happened so quickly that before Wen Meijiu could stop him, the village chief had already swung the hoe in his hand to block Wang Baoquan's way.

Although he felt resentful and resentful, the village chief still maintained his restraint, with his eyelids drooped. His voice was not loud, but it carried a lot of weight.

"Everyone, go back. If anyone dares to take action, don't blame me for being rude."

"Uncle, I can't!"

"Grandpa, he beat our people until they vomited blood. We can't let him go."

......

There was endless voices of opposition, and the hoe blocking Wang Baoquan was never put down. The village chief said nothing, and no matter how loudly others shouted, they dared not go beyond the line.

No matter how incompetent the village chief is, he is still the backbone of everyone. Even if everyone is dissatisfied with him behind his back, they have to listen to him at this time.

This is the reason why there is only one person in charge of a thousand things in a family.

"Oh, I'm so angry!"

Someone threw the stone in his hand and turned away.

"Uncle, this is confusing!"

"Forget it, forget it. I'll see how long I can endure this cowardly rage."

Even if someone said something outrageous in front of the village chief, they still put their things down obediently and went back to pack up.

Seeing someone put down their tools, the others slowly dispersed and went to pack up their things.

In the end, only Wang Baoquan, the village chief and Wen Meijiu were still standing there.

Wang Baoquan looked at Wen Meijiu, who was secretly gritting his teeth, and then looked at the village chief, only to find that he didn't even look up at him.

He thought that by fighting shoulder to shoulder with the village chief this time, he could eliminate the rift between them, but now it seems that he has been defeated by Wen Meijiu again.

He was so angry that he spat at Wen Meijiu and the black-faced man standing behind him, cursing:

"Son of a bitch, don't think that I'm afraid of you just because I don't beat you."

After verbally retaliating, he turned around and dragged his tools back. God knows who he really wanted to scold.

Although it only took a short while, the strong men on the other side of the avenue had already run closer and stood in a group on the roadside not far away, with their sickles hidden behind them.

Needless to say, when they saw that everything was fine here, they stood by the roadside and watched. If something really happened, they would have rushed over here in a swarm.

The dark-faced man standing behind Wen Meijiu should have noticed this as well. He showed a triumphant smile on his face and pointed his long whip at Wang Baoquan's back as he walked away, cursing:

"You old fool, if you dare say another word, I'll slap you in the face."

With someone backing him up, the black-faced man was full of confidence and spoke with extreme arrogance.

The village chief, who had always been patient, also became angry. This was too much, and he shouted:

"Black-faced thief, do you dare?"

The village chief pointed his finger at the black-faced man's nose. This young man was going too far. They had already given up their place, but he was still aggressive. This was intolerable.

"Do you think I dare?"

The black-faced man's expression was already ferocious. Relying on his large numbers, he looked at everyone's rations and suddenly had a stronger evil intention.

He took advantage of the village chief's inattention and swung the whip towards the village chief's face.

This touched Wen Meijiu's sore spot, and he cursed inwardly, "You ungrateful bastard."