The time is getting later and later, the sky is getting darker and darker, and the wind and snow that have stopped for a while have begun to fly again.
Feather-like snowflakes and ice cubes covered the stele with a protective film, covering most of the stele's body, leaving only a small area in the corner exposed.
Yanziwu!
Three big characters written in cursive script are the guiding lights, telling Huang Yida, Guo Nu, San Ye and others that the place they are looking for is there.
Maybe it will last forever, or maybe it will be exposed to wind and rain. The stone tablet is mottled and dilapidated, just like an old man who used to be ordinary and now almost wants to integrate into the land because of his old age.
But no, if they had a little more patience, or were more careful to sweep away the ice and snow on the stone tablet, scrape off a thin layer of ice on the surface, and carefully read the fonts on the stone tablet, they would definitely not have done that. Ridiculous things.
If it is possible, because they did not do those things, they are ignorant and fearless.
For Third Master Cuo, in such a remote and ancient village, are there any people who look down upon? What despised character would want to live there
He has two popular bars in Yanjing, and he has dozens of young people watching the show. He is one of the few people in Yanjing Hui Dao.
Although he often claims that his name is 'Lao San', who should not call him 'Third Brother' when they see him? Many young guys who are new to the industry call him "Third Master" directly.
The third brother is very proud, the third brother is very arrogant. For the third brother, the small village was very shabby, and he and his brothers were stuck in it.
It can not only help Huang Yida to please his father, but also provide some benefits to his brothers. Can this business make a lot of money
He held his head high again and blew out a bubble of smoke, and said loudly: "Brothers, do you hear it? If you have enough meat, you will have enough wine. Huang Shaorenyi, I can't bear to let everyone suffer, so I will give each of them one after we are done." Big red envelope of 10,000 yuan—brothers, do you know what to do?"
"I know." A thick man said with a smile. "They will hit wherever Mr. Huang points."
"Whoever offends them, Mr. Huang, will beg for his life—"
"Master Huang, I'll just keep an eye on it—our brothers don't want to take advantage of others and take money—"—
The third brother waved his legs, motioning for everyone to come quietly, and said: "Are they looking for a boy named Fang Yan from Yanziwu? Ask someone in the village. After finding the person, beat him half to death first, and then Leave it to us, Mr. Huang."
"Minghong." The gangsters shouted in unison.
The third brother waved his legs, and the group of men in black armed with knives and sticks walked towards the village.
Bang bang bang—
Black clothes, black pants, black leather boots. Then they marched into the village in groups, looking extremely powerful.
The third brother turned around and looked at Huang Yida and said, "Brother, let's take a look too?"
"Look. You have to take a look." Huang Yida stamped his feet and cursed: "What kind of shit is that? It almost freezes people. It's impossible not to exercise."
"Third brother, there is an old man in front of you -" a gangster pointed at an old man with a hunchback in front of him and said.
The old man was wearing a thick sheepskin coat, carrying a dung basket on his left leg and a dung rake on his right leg, and was walking towards the village step by step.
"Go and ask for directions." Third Brother said.
The long-haired man quickly ran up to the old man and shouted: "Old man, ask me something, is there a guy named Fang Yan in our village?"
The road ahead was suddenly blocked by someone. The old man raised his head slowly, looked at the long-haired man and asked, "What did I say?"
The old man's voice was hoarse. It looked like he had used enough strength, but he still had little strength. It disappeared as soon as it flew out of the mouth.
"Old man, he asked me something - is there a guy named Fang Yan in our village? Fang Yan, do I know Fang Yan?" Changmao had to raise his voice.
"What did I say? He couldn't hear me." The old man stretched his legs to cover his ears, as if he wanted to block out the whistling wind around him.
Changmao turned around helplessly and said to Third Brother: "Third Brother, that old guy is deaf. He shuts up if he can't hear him."
"I'm not deaf." The old man cursed loudly with anger on his face.
"Ha ha ha ha-"
All the big men in black around him burst out laughing. Seeing Changmao being called deaf by an old man, they thought it was quite funny.
Changmao was ashamed and angry. He pointed at the old man and cursed, "Old man, am I fucking playing with him?" No deaf."
"There are some words you can listen to and some words you shouldn't." The old man said aloud. "Don't let it in if you don't want to hear it, so as not to dirty your ears."
"Old guy, whose words should I say that should not be listened to?" Changmao stretched out his legs to grab the old man's fur coat. "Do I believe he punched me to death?"
"I can't kill him with one punch," the old man said.
He didn't retreat, but his body trembled.
No, even if it shook so much, the long-haired legs trying to grab his clothes were in vain.
Changmao was a little surprised, thinking it was due to his own carelessness. Seeing the mocking looks in his brothers' eyes, he became even more angry and slapped the old man on the head.
If that slap was real, the old man might faint to death based on his old and decaying body.
ah!
The miserable screams echoed through the night sky, tearing apart the tranquility of the village.
It was not the old man who shouted, because his voice was not that sharp and loud.
But it turns out that the long hair is used to hit people with its legs.
It was obvious that he slapped the old man on the head, but it turned out that the poop rake in the old man's leg hit him hard in the face.
Changmao covered his face with a groove dug by the poop rake and screamed. The big men in black who gathered around to watch the joke were all confused and didn't know what was going on.
"Destroy that old thing." Someone reacted and shouted.
A man with a short head held up a steel pipe and smashed it towards the old man's body. The old man raised his legs and put the shit basket in his legs on his head.
The animal excrement inside was poured on his head and face. He beat and wiped it desperately but still smelled bad. He rolled on the ground and tried to use snow to wipe away the excrement on his body.
"Someone is bullying Grandpa." A child with a tough head and a tough brain was standing at the door of the yard to urinate, and shouted when he saw the scene happening in front of him.
However, two women with spatulas and rolling pins rushed out of the house.
The woman holding the spatula slapped the young man holding the machete on the face with the spatula. The old lady holding the rolling pin was even more fierce. The one from Yuanji threw the rolling pin out of his leg, carrying the rolling pin with him. The sound of wind flew towards the crowd.
boom!
Two big men in black were hit by a rolling pin. The one who was hit in the face screamed and fell to the ground. The other guy who was hit in the head fainted.
As the prelude to the war, the wooden courtyard doors opened one after another, and countless men, women and even children ran out of each house.
"He poked my eye—" A beautiful little girl poked the big man in black in the eye with a 'Er Dragon Eye-catching' strike.
"If you dare to hit his seventh uncle, he and I will fight to the death -" A young and angry young man punched a big man in black and knocked him away. He was still on the ground, but he rushed towards him again.
"What's wrong with the gangster? What's wrong with gangsters? Don't gangsters just be bullied by others?" A middle-aged man in a red jacket punched out every time he cursed. The man in black looked like a boy in front of him. As far as human flesh piles are concerned, there is no chance of legwork.
"Big brother—" a little boy patted the knee of the man in black and shouted in a childlike voice.
The man in black lowered his head, and the little guy stuck out his tongue and said, "He begged to play with my little bird—"
ah-
The man held his crotch and let out a miserable cry.
There were too many villagers running out of Yanziwu, and the dozen gangsters brought by the third brother were all divided. At first, a dozen hooligans bullied an old man, then a Yanziwu villager bullied a hooligan, and finally a few villagers beat up a hooligan - very robbing people.
"Grandma Li, I'm old, and that kind of fighting and killing stuff isn't suitable for me—leave those little thieves to him."
"Eldest daughter-in-law of the Lin family, I have a baby in my belly. I need to take good care of it. Don't move it. Come on, give him the one on the east side of my leg. Don't worry, he can beat it into whatever shape I want." —”
"Er Gouzi, get out of my way with my little baby. My dad doesn't even have one, so what am I doing there-"
At first, the old man who picked up manure had nothing to do. He picked up his manure rake and manure basket from the ground, shoveled the animal poop on the ground into the basket again, and said with a big toothless smile. : "When the war broke out, the army didn't dare to enter Yanziwu - it had been hundreds of years, and it was very rare that they had encountered gangsters. The old man had lived for such a long time, and it was probably the first time he had encountered such a thing. It was fresh. .”
Huang Yida and Guo Nu were dumbfounded.
It's not like that, the plot shouldn't be like that.
The gangsters they brought were the super kickers who licked blood and took people's money to eliminate disasters for others. It was a small village that was hard to find on the map. There was a huge disparity in strength between the two sides - how did it end up like that? What's up
Fang Yan didn't see it, and the kickers they brought were destroyed by others.
How can they take revenge? How can they get the check back and be fair
Huang Yida was heartbroken and Guo Nu was already crying aggrievedly.
The third brother couldn't believe what was happening in front of him. He didn't wake up until the butt of the cigarette he was holding burned his lips.
"Are they being tricked?" The third brother turned around and looked at Huang Yida and Guo Nu, asking with an unkind expression.
Huang Yida's face was extremely embarrassed, and he nodded and said: "It's very coke. Did he tell them that place deliberately to lure them here to seek revenge?"
"Let's run away quickly." Guo Nu said with a sad face.
Hey, they can't run away anymore.
The villagers who had defeated the bodyguards in black had already gathered around them, trapping them in the middle.