Chapter 167 Five Bulls Divide

"Master Huang, run!"

The thugs who were so majestic just now were trembling with fear when they saw two lives turned into dead bodies on the ground in the blink of an eye.

They hurriedly escorted the weasel to escape from the encirclement as if they had just woken up from a dream.

Fortunately, they had a few waist knives in their hands, and the Zhan family did not press too hard at this time. Maybe it was the first time they killed someone, and they had not recovered yet, so the weasel and his men were lucky enough to rush out.

But what should never happen is that after running not far, several thugs turned back and threatened.

"You bunch of Hakka people! Wait! When the county magistrate brings troops, I will arrest you one by one and behead you, and put you in a cage to death!"

"Sell your wives and children to brothels! Let thousands of people ride on you and thousands of people crush you!"

"Haha, just wait for death!"

I don't know if the weasel checked the almanac before going out today. Why are the people he brought out today not very smart? This is a critical moment to escape. What do you mean by turning back to anger others? Do you think you can die too soon?

"Stop cursing. Escape is more important!" The weasel was so upset that he ran towards the village head desperately.

The words of the thugs were like throwing dozens of tons of gasoline and explosives into the crater of the erupting volcano, stirring and arousing the emotions of the Zhan family to an uncontrollable level.

If the weasel doesn't die today, the entire Zhan family will die tomorrow.

With this idea, the Zhan clan members began to chase frantically, and the hatchets in their hands showed no mercy. As long as they were caught, they would cut their necks with a knife without saying anything polite to you.

When they arrived at the old locust tree at the village head, only Mr. Huang and an attendant were left.

The attendant was younger after all, and he ran to the tree like an arrow and untied the donkey tied to the tree.

Seeing this, Master Huang, who was following behind him, couldn't help but feel secretly happy, panting and saying, "Good slave, when I escape, I will definitely promote you to be the housekeeper!"

However, the slave in the weasel's mouth didn't even look back, and pulled the mule over and climbed up. The weasel immediately stepped forward to stop him, but was kicked away by him, "Old thing, die quickly!"

The weasel staggered to the ground, and it was unclear whether it was blood or tears flowing in his eyes. He pointed at the donkey and cursed, "You dog slave! How dare you leave me here alone?!"

Several strong young men who came over pressed the weasel to the ground, making him eat several mouthfuls of dust.

"That guy ran away!" Someone exclaimed, pointing at the Huang family slave who had already run more than ten steps on the mule.

"Don't worry, he can't run away!" Zhan Chenjiu laughed.

Then he shouted angrily in the distance, and the hatchet in his hand went out and kept spinning in the air. The servant of the Huang family was also frightened by the tiger roar. He looked back and saw a hatchet flying straight towards him.

A beam of cold light passed by, and the servant of the Huang family looked at his chest in disbelief. The hatchet was deeply inserted, and then he lost consciousness and fell heavily off the donkey.

Seeing that the Zhan family brought the mule back and the dead body back, the weasel, whose face was covered with blood after being beaten, spit on the body and laughed bitterly, like the cry of an owl at night.

"You ungrateful killer! Die well!"

In an instant, the ten people who came to the Zhan family to collect money and grain with him were all killed on the spot, leaving only him.

"Brother Chen Jiu! What should we do with this dog official?!"

At present, Zhan Chen Jiu has become the leader and backbone of this group of young men.

"Hmph! This guy wants to make our Zhan family look bad! Kill him first, then go to the Huang family's house and kill his whole family!"

"Waiter! Go and bring five buffaloes!"

Within a moment, five buffaloes that were carefully raised by the Zhan family were brought over with a "moo" sound. Each of them was fat and shiny, and their huge horns were rubbed smooth and shiny.

It can be seen that these guys are the lifeblood of the Zhan family.

"You want to lead my buffaloes, I'll let them lead them now, and see if you can pull them away!"

The buffaloes were all harnessed with plow poles for plowing the fields, but today the plow poles were taken off, and the ropes were tied firmly to the hands, feet and neck of the weasel.

While tying the ropes to the hands and feet of the weasel, the young men kicked and scolded, declaring their hatred.

"Brother Xiaoer, what is this?"

A half-grown boy held a rope and looked at Zhan Xiaoer with some curiosity.

"Nothing! Just wait and see!"

At this time, the weasel was as hopeless as death. No matter how he begged for mercy or cried, he could not get a response. Under the whip of Zhan Chenjiu, a buffalo felt pain and mooed forward, and the other four followed.

There was only a "click" sound, and a bloody color bulged in the middle of the field at the head of the village, and the five buffaloes were still dragging the broken and indescribable things slowly and eating grass leisurely.

"We will kill the Huang family later! Should we help to pity his sisters? I heard that the Huang family's sisters are very well-behaved!?"

The people with red eyes stimulated by the blood talked loudly without hiding the violent activities they were going to carry out next.

"Brother Chen Jiu! Brother Chen Jiu! It's bad!" A big-faced girl from the Zhan family ran out of the courtyard house, panting and panicking, "Grandpa! Grandpa..."

"What happened to Grandpa!"

"Grandpa is dying, everyone go and check."

Grandpa Zhan was already old, and he happened to be beaten today. He was so angry that he couldn't catch his breath.

When Zhan Chenjiu and others rushed into the ancestral hall, the old man had already died.

There was a burst of crying all around. If it weren't for the weasel, the old man wouldn't have died.

The old man's last words were left on the altar in the ancestral hall.

"I know the result if you chase the weasel. Now you either run away or kill someone. Only when you are strong enough to recruit them can you survive."

At the end of his life, the old man still pointed out the direction for the inheritance of the family. Either you run away quickly, so as not to be executed by the officials and soldiers when they come, and cut off the incense of the ancestors; or you walk firmly on this path until the government has to recruit you. At that time, you will be rich and prosperous, and your wife and children will be given titles.

"Waiter!"

At present, Zhan Chenjiu has become the head of the Zhan family.

"Brother Chen Jiu, I'm here!"

"You ride on this mule and hurry to Chang County. Go to the west gate of the county to find the money for the grain and tell him that I asked you to go find him.

Tell him that my family is going to start a rebellion here to resist the grain tax! If he sees me as a brother and is willing to help, I will drink with him and eat meat with him, and divide the gold and silver with a big scale!"

"Okay, I'll go right away!"

When Zhan Xiaoer rode Mr. Huang's donkey past the village, in the winter sun, the pools of blood and broken limbs on the wheat field looked so dazzling.