Training Tai Sui

Page 154

After giving an order, Qin Feng got into the study, and then, like a hardworking bee, he began to move things out of the warehouse.

"Uncle Lang, bring a few people over."

It didn't take long before Qin Feng's shout came from the study.

At this moment, the proud Jia Chen was reading in his study, and there was a maid beside him studying ink.

Since Yang Jian's southern tour, he has returned to the manor outside the city. After all, those few times were a bit embarrassing. The neighbors all knew that the newly moved house was a thief, and would hook up with other maids to make Jia Chen's The face lost a clean.

Since Yang Guang was no longer in Daxing City, he naturally wouldn't stay in the city looking uncomfortable.

Thinking of Qin Feng's distraught face, Jia Chen couldn't help laughing out loud, and the maid who looked at the plain-looking maid on weekdays also had a special charm.

"Master..."

The maid was a little unsteady by the big hand on her thigh that was scurrying around, so she said coquettishly.

A young master made Jia Chen feel that his bones were brittle, no matter what the day was, he gently pulled the maidservant to sit on his lap, and when he was about to take a further step, the door of the study was pushed open violently up.

"Who?"

Any normal man would be furious when encountering such a situation, and Jia Chen is no exception.

He got up in a rage, ignoring the eclipse of the maidservant's face, intending to teach the visitor a profound lesson and let him understand the consequences of ignorance of etiquette.

A man in Tsing Yi stood at the gate, just in time to see the whiteness on the maid's waist, if it was normal, he would stare blankly for a long time, but today, he shouted anxiously as if he hadn't seen anything. Said: "Young...young master, the people from Qinjiazhuang have dug up our canal!"

"what?"

The anger accumulated in his heart burned immediately after hearing this, Jia Chen gritted his teeth and shouted angrily: "Can you see clearly?"

"It's absolutely true!" The man in Tsing Yi nodded heavily and said, "There are seven or eight gaps, and the water has stopped flowing."

"Oh!"

Jia Chen kicked the small study case to the corner of the wall. He moved his numb toes with a livid face, and cursed: "Then what are you waiting for? Call someone!"

After a while, Lijiazhuang was boiling. Countless farmers rushed out of the house under the advice of their wives, children, and children. They carried all kinds of weapons and headed towards the direction of the canal.

"Master, people from Li Family Village are here."

Just as Qin Feng led Qin Lang and his rotating servants to the edge of the canal, he saw a crowd rushing towards them like locusts, the momentum was quite astonishing.

All the servants are here, Qin Feng originally planned to send things over, but he didn't expect the people from Jiajiazhuang to come so quickly.

A sneer appeared on Qin Lang's face, and he asked calmly, "Master, how far is it?"

You must know that counting Qin Feng and Qin Lang, there are only twelve people on the Qinjiazhuang side, but there are at least a hundred people on the other side, and they are all young and strong, but Qin Lang is like looking at a group of chickens and dogs, without any fear.

Qin Feng pondered for a moment, and said: "They are all farmers, don't kill anyone, don't beat them up."

"understand!"

With a promise, Qin Lang shouted: "What are you doing in a daze, come and get something."

One stick per person, in fact, Qin Feng wanted to get some explosion-proof shields out, but thinking that holding things would be too eye-catching, he gave up this plan.

Qin Feng warned worriedly: "Remember, don't beat your head, it will kill you."

The throwing sticks made of alloys from later generations, plus these servants have practiced with Qin Lang for half a year, and they eat meat every day. If they really let go of their strength, I am afraid that many people will die here today. , that was not what Qin Feng wanted.

After all, the farmers are just a bunch of bitter people, and there is no point in cleaning them up. Qin Feng has only one purpose, Jia Chen!

Standing by the side of the ditch, Qin Feng also held a swinging stick in his hand, and said with a grim face: "Does something like a dog really hold my thigh?"

"If I don't beat you like a dog today, I will take your surname!"

...

The winter wheat has turned green, and Qinjiazhuang has already been busy. For ordinary farmers, although winter wheat does not need to be manipulated too much, fertilizer is an indispensable thing.

Yu Dalang does not have a name, or his name is Yu Dalang. Since the separation of the family, his life has not been very good. Although the youngest brother has become the young master's servant, his parents do not need him to support him, but his family's livelihood is poor. He needs to run it.

Ever since, collecting manure every day has become a necessary homework for him, and he wanders around Zhuangzi with a bamboo basket on his back all day long.

"That is..."

With the dung fork in his hand, he scooped up a lump of horse dung and put it in his bamboo basket. Yu Dalang straightened up in satisfaction, but what caught his eyes was a mighty crowd.

All of a sudden, Yu Dalang threw away his bamboo basket and yelled at the children playing in the field: "The people from Jia's Village are here to beat the young master, hurry up and call someone!"

Without any hesitation, the children ran to the depths of Zhuangzi.

Yu Dalang picked up his dung fork and ran towards the ditch with a flushed face.

"People from Jiajiazhuang are here to make trouble!"

"The young master was beaten by people from Jiajiazhuang, come quickly!"

As the children's shrill cries echoed over Zhuangzi, the whole Zhuangzi boiled instantly.

"Old woman, where's the kitchen knife at home? Get it quickly."

"Father, I'll go right away, your old man can wait at home."

The 70-year-old man pushed his son away, and said angrily, "I haven't reached the point where I can't walk anymore. If I don't beat those bastards in Jiajiazhuang into cripples today, I will never come back!"

"Mother, listen to my son once, don't go, my son promises to avenge the young master!"

The noisy sound reverberated over the Qin Family Village. All farmers, men, women, young and old, one by one, basically rushed out of the house.They held all kinds of weapons in their hands, such as kitchen knives, hatchets, hoes, rolling pins, and even some old people rushed out with crutches.

Everyone gathered at the intersection, and an old man who couldn't even walk steadily stood up, looked at the crowd, and asked loudly, "Master, how do you treat everyone?"

Everyone waved all kinds of 'weapons' in their hands and shouted loudly: "Good!"

"Cough cough..."

Spring is a bit difficult for the old man, but the old man didn't have the slightest intention of giving in. He pulled his son away, raised his crutches, and asked loudly: "Now, the young master was beaten by a dog in Jiajiazhuang. what to do?"

"Fuck those bastards in Jiajiazhuang!"

"Kill them!"

"Avenge the young master!"

A group of dealers with red eyes roared with all their strength, and the roar was earth-shattering!

Chapter 137 Fighting with Weapons ([-])