This sudden scene immediately shocked many people present.
The person holding the Qinglong Yanyue Sword was the same Mr. Ma whom I met before.
Mr. Ma looks dry and thin, but at this moment he is wielding the Qinglong Yanyue Sword, which is a head taller than him, like a god of war.
The knife hit Zhang Quanliang so hard that his head was swollen.
Fortunately, the knife was not sharpened, otherwise, Zhang Quanliang's body would have been in a different place by now.
Zhang Quanliang covered his head, anger rising, "Old coffin boy, you don't want to live anymore?"
Mr. Ma stood on the stage holding the Qinglong Yanyue Sword, just like the reincarnation of Mr. Guan, holding his waist with one hand and holding the knife with the other.
"As long as I'm here today, your little plan can't succeed! It doesn't matter if the temple fair isn't held!" Mr. Ma roared angrily.
"Young and old men, listen to what I have to say. Our ancestors left behind their ancestral precepts, warning us not to let outsiders come to our place, and to let us protect Shoulong Village from generation to generation. But this rip-off actually took away the money from outsiders.
People want money to lure wolves into their homes.
Young and old men, have you forgotten the tragedy of that year? Have you forgotten that dozens of people died? The rules left by our ancestors cannot be broken!"
Mr. Ma burst into tears as he spoke.
But the villagers below all looked indifferent.
Outsiders don't understand why.
Zhang Quanliang covered his head and sneered when he saw this, "Old man, you may not know that those grandfathers all agreed to my doing this. Otherwise, do you really think I would do such a thing?"
"Fart! Do you think they are all like this boneless wimp like you?"
Zhang Quanliang covered his head and said, "Go and invite the old village chief over!"
Not long after, a cheerful old man came over.
When Mr. Ma saw the old man, he was stunned for a moment, and then he immediately pointed his sword at Zhang Quanliang and accused him, "Old village chief, are you okay?"
"I'm fine!" The old village chief patted his chest.
Mr. Ma said excitedly, "Then you came just in time. This weakling colluded with outsiders to lure the wolf into the house!"
Unexpectedly, the old village chief stroked his beard and said with a smile, "Old Ma, I agreed with him to do this."
Mr. Ma was completely stunned and pursed his lips, "Old village chief, the rules set down by our ancestors cannot be changed!"
The voice was hoarse, with a lonely tone, and more of a sadness.
The old village chief smiled and said, "Rules are dead, people are alive. Besides, rules are also made by people. The rules set by our ancestors are not necessarily wrong. Our ancestors also said that women should not be allowed to eat at the table, but now they still
It’s not about letting women come to the table to eat.
Lao Ma, some old rules can be changed if they can. You can't always use the rules of your ancestors to let the younger generations do this and that.
Look at the young people in other villages, they are prosperous when they go out, but in our village, because of those ancestors who broke the rules, the young people in the village are not doing as well as others.
So, the rules need to be changed!
Let’s not stick to the rules anymore!”
Mr. Ma opened his mouth, furious, and a layer of dry skin formed on his lips, "Old village chief, have you forgotten those things that happened more than ten years ago? Your brothers and sisters must be among those dozens of people.
?Can you still bear to watch something like that happen again?"
The old village chief said sternly, "Old Ma! The authorities have found out what happened more than ten years ago. It is written in black and white that someone was digging the mine privately, and the mine collapsed and people died. Don't demonize the matter!
Okay! Come down, the outsiders are watching, don’t leave the people guarding Long Village behind!"
Mr. Ma staggered, and he opened and closed his fingers to tightly grasp the Qinglong Yanyue Sword, "In this case, I can only abide by the rules of my ancestors!"
After speaking, Mr. Ma threw it at the long row of dining tables, and the diners got out of the way.
The scene was in chaos.
Zhang Quanliang pointed at Mr. Ma, "What are you doing standing still? Why don't you catch this old mad dog!"
Several young men rushed forward to control Ma Ye, but Ma Ye wielded the Qinglong Yanyue Sword with great force.
You can't get close to the rest of the crowd.
"Old horse! Stop!" the old village chief roared.
"I won't stop you if you don't abide by the rules of our ancestors!" Master Ma raised a big knife and knocked over several tables.
The old village chief grabbed a teapot and smashed it on the ground, "How outrageous! Don't forget, your surname is Ma, not Zhang. You are just a son-in-law who comes to visit you. It is not your turn to make the decision in this Shoulong Village!"
Zhang Quanliang dismantled a flagpole and held it in his hand.
"Get this old mad dog under control!"
Several young people followed suit and attacked Mr. Ma with flagpoles.
At first Ma Ye was able to fight back.
But he was an old man after all, and his physical strength was weak. After a few moments, Zhang Quanliang inserted a flagpole into the crook of his leg, causing Mr. Ma to fall to the ground.
Zhang Quanliang went up and twisted Ma Ye's arm back, but unexpectedly Ma Ye let go of the Qinglong Yanyue Sword, clenched his fist and hit Zhang Quanliang.
This immediately made Zhang Quanliang angry.
Regardless of the fact that Mr. Ma was an old man, Zhang Quanliang raised his fist and hit him.
In three or two strokes, Mr. Ma's face was covered with blood.
A figure suddenly rushed in, "Let go of Grandpa Ma!"
It was a girl, standing in front of Mr. Ma with open arms.
Wang Han took a look and found that it was the pretty widow's daughter Yanzi.
"What are you doing? So many people are bullying an old man!" Yanzi scolded angrily.
"What does it have to do with you, a stinky girl! Get out of here!" Zhang Quanliang pulled Yan Zi away. Before he could relieve his anger, he wanted to hit Mr. Ma.
Yanzi hugged Zhang Quanliang's arm and took a bite.
ah!
Zhang Quanliang suffered from pain.
A slap hit Yanzi's face.
"You little thing without a father! You dare to bite me! I can't kill you!" Zhang Quanliang was already in trouble at this time.
Another slap came over.
Snapped!
But this time the slap did not fall on Yanzi's face, but hovered two centimeters away from Yanzi's face.
Wang Han pinched Zhang Quanliang's wrist.
Zhang Quanliang stared at Wang Han, "Young and old gentlemen, there is a foreigner here who wants to compete with us!"
Wang Han laughed and said, "Logically speaking, this is your village's matter and I shouldn't interfere, but as the village chief, you hit old people and women, and there are so many outsiders here. Is this what your village looks like?"
If the village chief is like this, are the villagers even worse? Will anyone dare to come to a village like this in the future? Who will invest in this village?"
Zhang Quanliang regained some of his rationality, and from the corner of his eye, he saw many people holding up their mobile phones and recording videos.
The old village chief cleared his throat and said, "Quan Liang, take Lao Ma to the health center to get bandaged. We'll make sure he doesn't come out to cause trouble again."
"Oh, okay."
Zhang Quanliang ordered someone to come over and held Mr. Ma under his arm. Mr. Ma's eyes were dull, his feet were dragging on the ground, and his expression was slumped.
"Ancestor, Shoulong Village can't be defended anymore! It can't be defended anymore!" A sad and hoarse voice came from Mr. Ma's mouth.
When I hear it, I feel a sense of sadness in my heart.
Wang Han and Yanzi also went to the health center together.
Mr. Ma sat on the bed with his arms wrapped around his knees, his face was pale, and tears came from the corners of his eyes.
"Can't hold on anymore, can't hold on anymore."
Yanzi worriedly said, "Grandpa Ma, our village is too backward. In fact, some rules need to be changed. We can't always stick to the old rules."
Mr. Ma raised his head and looked at Yan Zi in despair, then pointed at the door angrily, "Get out! Get out of here!"
Yan Zi was shocked, "Grandpa Ma, I have heard about that incident back then. It was actually a mine collapse, but in order to avoid responsibility, the ancestors' ancestral teachings were brought out. There are no monsters or monsters in Shoulong Village."
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Mr. Ma laughed sadly, and his old and thin body couldn't stop trembling, "I saw it, I saw it all!"