Late Ming Dynasty: Conquering the world starting from riding and cutting

Seeing that this group of weasel-like thugs were about to rush into the enclosure built with his own hard work, Grand Duke Zhan was extremely worried.

He knew that once he was rushed in by this group of guys who were worse than bandits, not to mention his own property, he was afraid that the reputation of the newlywed girls in the family would be ruined, and they would not be able to find a husband in the future.

Grand Duke Zhan stood up and cursed angrily at several people: "You guys, my old man has lived for more than seventy years anyway. He has lived enough for a long time. I will fight with you today!"

As he said that, he picked up his cane and aimed at the weasel with a slap on the head and face, but unfortunately a figure blocked his way.

The huge and plump body stopped Grandpa Zhan without saying a word. He also pushed out his belly and pushed Grandpa Zhan outward. The huge impact made the old man dizzy.

Before Grand Duke Zhan could see the face of the man opposite him clearly, the fat man opened his mouth. "Old man, what is your life worth? If you dare to go against Mr. Huang, you are seeking death!"

"If I don't show you something awesome, you don't know what it means that Lord Ma has three eyes!"

As he said this, the big man picked up the thin Grand Duke Zhan, slapped him with a palm as big as a cattail leaf fan, and slapped Grand Duke Zhan on his face.

Smoking and laughing at the same time.

As the saying goes, you won’t scold until you are seventy or eighty, but what this thug did to an old man was a bit too much.

At this time, the weasel looked happy. Seeing that the blood in Grand Duke Zhan's mouth had dyed the white beard under his chin red, he patted the account book in his hand and began to comfort him.

"Ghost, who told you to treat Grand Duke Zhan like this? He is a highly respected old man in the county. How can you tell him to go out to meet people in the future?"

On the surface, he was scolding his subordinates, but in reality, he was sarcastic.

Then the weasel picked up the account book and walked to Grand Duke Zhan. He asked with a stern look: "Grandpa, you have suffered a lot. Do you think it's time to pay the tax?"

"Guan Gu, pay you XX tax money!"

Zhan Chenjiu A group of young juniors from the Zhan family rushed out of the enclosure aggressively and surrounded Weasel and his party.

Led by Zhan Chenjiu, everyone held high the hatchet with a blade over four feet long in their hands. The sharp blade shone with a chilling light in the winter sun.

"What's going on? Are you still planning to kill officials and rebel?"

The weasel still looked menacing, and even under such a hatchet, he still had the virtue of being nonchalant and never knocking the donkey down.

His family has been collecting taxes in this area for more than ten years. He has never seen any kind of scene. Several people have died. He can scare people with just a few knives. He has long been unable to work as a tax collector.

The weasel walked up to the villagers alone, swept them away arrogantly, then raised his fists to the sky and shouted: "We have come to Zhan's family to collect taxes on the orders of the county parents. If something goes wrong with me, Zhan No one in the family can escape."

Hearing this, the dozens of villagers surrounding him seemed a little timid. They couldn't afford to offend any officials. A few middle-aged villagers even began to shrink back.

Weasels and the others couldn't help but sneer in their hearts. After all, they were just a bunch of low-spirited people. They shook the place with just a few words.

After that, in addition to paying taxes, the Zhan family also gave them a speaking fee. Today, the matter is over.

At this moment, a sharp cough came from outside the crowd. A young man looked at Grand Duke Zhan and exclaimed, "Grandpa, Grandpa! Your teeth?" The sharp and clear voice penetrated the thick wall of people.

"It doesn't matter! Anyway, these are the last few teeth. They were knocked out. From now on, I will just eat porridge." Grand Duke Zhan fell to the ground and smiled bitterly.

"Alas! I don't know if my Zhan family will still have porridge to drink in the future. If I can't eat it, I will find a cemetery by myself and leave some food for my descendants."

Although the Zhan family is a Hakka, they have long exchanged marriages with the Han family. They also speak Chinese and have long been integrated into the Ming Dynasty. This old man loves the young is the first sentence Mr. Xi teaches.

If Grand Duke Zhan were allowed to starve to death, wouldn't it mean that more than a thousand members of the Zhan family would become unfilial descendants and would be reviled by future generations?

Zhan Taigong's words became the heaviest weight that changed the emotional balance of both parties, and became the last straw that broke the camel's back.

"The Zhan family doesn't have money to pay taxes. Even if we have money in the future, we won't pay taxes!"

How could the Zhan family swallow this bad breath when they heard that grandpa's teeth had been knocked out by the weasel's claws?

"beat!"

There was a shout from the crowd, and dozens of people waved pitchforks, rakes, wooden sticks and other objects in their hands, and hit the weasel and his group of more than ten people in the crowd without thinking.

Faced with the situation that was out of control, Weasel immediately ran behind several thugs and felt relieved. Then he urged them to take out their weapons and shouted: "Beat them, even if they are killed, it doesn't matter."

But this sentence ignited Zhan Chenjiu's group, and they rushed into the encirclement angrily. They wanted to stay on the sidelines, after all, they were holding hatchets in their hands, which was not a joke.

In the chaos, the pitchforks and wooden sticks came down, and the hatchets followed.

After a while, the thug who was beating Grand Duke Zhan in front was beaten to a bloody pulp and fell to the ground under the attention of everyone.

Many villagers were so frightened that they took a few steps back and stared at the thug. At this time, bright red blood was flowing all over the thug's body. He twitched from time to time and spit out blood from his mouth. After a while, he was in front of everyone. Lost his voice in his eyes.

"Ah! Did you beat someone to death?!" a villager shouted!

This caused everyone to look at each other and fell into a deathly silence.

In this case, there are only two outcomes.

1. Everyone started to be calm and fearful, blaming each other and shifting the blame. Anyway, they didn’t know who was killed, but in the end they were arrested together;

2. There is one person who takes the lead. Of course, he does not come out to confess. Instead, he leads everyone to become more violent and crazy and simply commits suicide.

After a short moment, the men of the Zhan family, stimulated by the blood, immediately became as violent and crazy as if they had seen a bull with red cloth. The hatred and resentment accumulated from being oppressed and bullied for more than ten years completely exploded at this moment.

"You're a thief! Anyway, you've killed the government officials! Why don't you spare any of them! Kill them!"

This is what Zhan Chenjiu says in his heart and mouth.

With a low tiger roar, the big hatchet in his hand immediately struck at one of the Weasel's attendants.

His hatchet was forged by the best blacksmith in the town with iron. It can be said that the knife is heavy and powerful, and the light is cold. In the past, when he was collecting firewood on the mountain, a branch as thick as an arm would be cut into two pieces immediately. The wild beasts they encountered did not retreat in a hurry, as if they were afraid of the knife.

The effect of using it to kill people today is also very good.

With just one knife, the accountant who was still twirling his rat beard and smiling triumphantly had his thin, yellow-white face sliced ​​open by the blade of the hatchet diagonally from his forehead to the corner of his mouth. Blood, eyeballs and unknown objects immediately appeared. Everyone around was sprayed.

The accountant covered his face, and before he could scream, he was hit by a stick and a pitchfork from the Zhan tribe next to him, and he was instantly turned into a dead body.

Seeing Weasel and the others trembling all over, they felt as if they had fallen into an ice cellar. It turned out that these ignorant villagers who had always looked down in front of him and begged for help had such powerful power!

He did not doubt whether the people of Zhanjia were disguised as bandits from the mountains.