Zhou Haoran's face changed. He finally understood what sturdy folk customs are, and A Ju was so frightened that he cried out: "San Ye... It's none of their business... You forgive them!" But now it's too late. The dealer man who has been dizzy with anger has come up with a shovel.
Yang Can stuffed Qiao'er into Zhou Haoran’s arms and pushed it away and shouted: "You show me a good look at them." He grabbed the shovel that came from whistling, and kicked the man crookedly on the stone ground. on.
"Smash him... don't let him run..." The rest of the peasants roared and surrounded Yang Can. Wang Sanye and a few old people waved their hands in anger with old faces, and shouted sharply: "Reverse... Reverse, outsiders dare to make trouble in the ancestral hall! Go and call everyone else."
Following the roar of Wang Sanye and the others, a decent bell rang not far away. Every household was crowded. Every farmer ran out with shovel and pickaxe and crowded into the ancestral hall. The ancestral hall was full of people. It is crowded with angry farmers.
At first, a dozen people swarmed in three or forty people. Originally, Yang Can had the confidence to solve this matter without hurting others, but now that this posture can't tolerate him, he stunned a man with a punch. Wanting to get close to Wang Sanye to capture the thief and capture the king first, a few shovels patted him helplessly, blocking his way, no matter how good he was, after all, he would only have one pair of hands, and he couldn't worry about so many people.
At this time, Zhou Haoran was also surrounded by people. His athletic ability was not bad. He stretched his feet and kicked two people again and again, but the brutal man who started his hands, that is, Wang Laifu’s younger brother, had the most energy. He didn't dare to be really cruel, but he seemed to have no scruples. He just picked up the shovel and hit Zhou Haoran's head. He screamed on the spot, and took a few steps back with the blood covering his face. Go down.
Seeing the other villagers all rushing up and rushing forward, Zhou Haoran was about to be at stake. Yang Can suddenly yelled: "Those who dare to move me, Lao Tzu lifted you, Wang's ancestral hall today..."
Roaring, he rushed to the temple platform where he was worshipping, and even a few sturdy farmers passed by him, but he was slapped out, hesitating, most people were afraid that he would run away and be stuck at the door. , Never expected that he would run to the opposite place.
Amidst the anger, shock, and verbal abuse of dozens of people surnamed Wang, Yang Can jumped onto the temple platform in front of the memorial tablets of the ancestors of the Wang family, and stood on the cofferdam, the ancestors and ancestors considered sacred for generations. Place of violation.
These people opened their mouths slightly, wondering what this person was going to do. A group of people holding shovel hesitated to come up. Although they wished to skin Yang Can cramps, they were afraid that they would disturb their ancestors. Concerned about Aju mother and daughter and Zhou Haoran.
"Get down! You are crazy! That's where the ancestors belonged..." "... Come down quickly, or I will kill you!"
Stepping on the temple platform, Yang Can looked at the villagers who hesitated to come over, with a sneer on his mouth: "Opening your mouth and shutting your mouth are the rules handed down by your ancestors of the Wang family. I will lift your shit rules today, you guys. The ancestors of the kings didn’t teach you how to be human... How can there be any shit to be worshipped!"
In the middle of the temple platform full of memorial tablets, a bronze statue of the Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva was enshrined. After Yang Can put his hands on the waist of the bronze statue, everyone was stunned. In the roar, Yang Can was already alive. Pulling up the half-person-high red bronze Buddha statue and squeezing it hard, the memorial tablet on the temple stage seemed to be swept by a whirlwind and fell to the ground, many of which were broken into two halves.
I don't know how many years of history, the ancestral hall that represents the old creed of the cofferyan township was hit by Yang Can's brutal blow and became a mess.
Dead silence, after a few seconds of short silence, I can’t hear what the villagers surnamed Wang are yelling about. Everyone’s eyes are filled with a certain kind of madness, a flame of hatred rising, their goal is simple. That is tore up this disrespectful man.
Yang Can jumped off the stage and picked up the bronze statue to block a few shovels. He felt a very comfortable feeling. He also gave up the idea of grabbing a shovel. He stunned a few people with a twist of his hands. His huge giant The power is simply not comparable to that of a farmer.
The bronze statue was danced up and down, and the number of dozens of farmers standing there dropped sharply. For every more wound on Yang Can’s back that was beaten by a shovel, at least six or seven of the other party fell, Yang Can The fight started, and he spit out, "touched" and "touched" the blood on his back. There was a familiar pleasure. He picked up the bronze statue and knocked down another person, and raised his foot again.
As soon as he saw the blood, Yang Can’s fierceness in his heart was stimulated. Before, he still had some sense to these farmers, but gradually he began to be unscrupulous. Those who fell behind didn’t have a few broken ribs. It's bloodshed.
When the farmers gradually started to recover their minds, they began to feel the murderous air from Yang Can. Many people instinctively took a few steps back from fear, but Yang Can did not let them off. He knew that this moment was the best point to suppress their spirits.
Taking advantage of their loss of consciousness, Yang Can rushed to the front of Wang Sanye, who had been avoiding him. While the other party was still at a loss, he raised his hand and pressed the authoritative representative Wang Sanye to the ground. This group of people is finally honest, and dare not come up again.
In "Let go of Sanye..." "Don't move!" screamed, Wang Sanye looked at Yang Can viciously: "You dare to move me. You promise you can't get out of the cofferdam." The tone was vaguely revealed. 』With a kind of panic.
Yang Can put the muffled sound of the Buddha statue on the ground with a cold face, and picked him up as a punch on his face. He sneered amidst Wang San's hoarse screams and said, "You give it to me." With three beatings, I will let you stand and go out. Otherwise, I will finish cleaning up you, and then I will fix all the kings here until they can't stand up." He returned the previous words intact.
Wang San glared at him and yelled: "Dare you!" Yang Can slapped his old face again: "Where did you put the money that the paper mill gave you!" Wang Sanye shook his nose stubbornly. Shook his head.
"Where is Wang Laifu's body! Where did you bury it?" Yang Can asked whether he answered or not, and then asked, slapped him every time he asked a question, but no one dared to come up. Yang Can, the evil star, is too cruel. , This group of village folks began to feel a little fear in their hearts. Although their brains were not good, they felt that they could judge that Yang Can was not someone they could provoke.
Yang Can started his mind-reading technique, trying to search the consciousness of everyone here, wanting to know more information, and probably knowing what he wants to know, but suddenly felt that there are a lot of red "color" consciousness outside in a hurry. He hurried over, there was a familiar blue "color" consciousness mixed in, and he quickly let go of his hand, dropped the Buddha statue, and stood beside Zhou Haoran and A Ju in a few steps.
The lovely Qiao'er who was biting her finger widened her round eyes, "touching" Yang Can's sweaty face and asked: "Uncle, did they bully you? Qiao'er helps you. The rhubarb next door is afraid of me." Clenched his small fist, as if to help him out.
Yang Can "touched" and "touched" her little head with a smile: "You don't need Qiaoer to get out of the way, someone is here to help uncle."
Everyone surrounded them, all a little surprised. Why did the demon king who made trouble in the ancestral hall disarmed and surrendered? There is even a leisurely sentiment to joking with a child, making it so warm
But this guy without the statue of Buddha as a weapon seems to be terrible. Everyone squeezed the weapon and couldn’t hold back. But just as everyone was about to rush to Yang Can, the gate of the ancestral hall was killed. I kicked it forcibly, and more than a dozen policemen rushed up, and everyone was stunned.
Ma Yiyi came in with someone who looked like an old cadre with a stern face. The gray hair combed to the old cadre wearing a raincoat and patted the rain on his body, pulled down his hat, and snorted coldly in the thick Nancheng dialect. : "Naughty, a small cofferyan township dare to be lawless, arrest people! Take the lead back to me."
Originally, these villagers were accustomed to brutality, and they were not so afraid that the unarmed policemen did not put down the spades in their hands. But the moment this old tribe put down his hat, his body trembled, and the flesh on his face trembled almost. At the same time, "ding ding dong" dropped the shovel, "Secretary Autumn." "It's Secretary Qiu." There was no more hostility like before.
"Don't call me the secretary, I'm not your secretary, do you still have the law in your mind?" The old cadre waved his hands and organized the police officers to arrest people: "You go and hand over the man named Wang San to me. You must be wrong. No more."
After the heavily armed police pushed out the handcuffed Wang Sanye, the crowd was silent, and the villagers were a little at a loss. The old Sanye, who was so high and sacred, was also handcuffed and taken away.
Several police officers came up to help Yang Can and Zhou Haoran stop the bleeding. Ma Yiyi "touched" the small scratches on Yang Can's back and snorted unwillingly, "Uncle Qiu, look, you must handle this matter properly, we If you come one step later, Zhou Haoran and Reporter Yang's fate will stay here."
Ma Yiyi thought that Yang Can suffered a great loss, and the villagers at the scene felt that they were wronged. It was really time for you to come. You dare to see a group of us fiercely surrounding him and didn't see him. The situation that tortured our ancestral hall.
"Secretary Qiu. He, this man, he smashed us." A few elderly people surnamed Wang came over to explain something, but the majestic old cadre waved his hand fiercely: "I don't listen to your explanations. I have eyes on my own, Qiu Huabo. ." Waved to the police officer: "Take it away."
Watching Yang Can's innocent face being supported by the police officer walking, he looked like he was seriously injured, and he let out a wailing, so that all the people surnamed Wang hated him for gritting his teeth and driving. How could this bastard bitch? Did it happen that he fell before Secretary Qiu arrived
Needless to say, this highly prestigious veteran cadre is Qiu Huabo, the party secretary who presided over the province for ten years.