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Chapter 337 I’m watching, you continue to fight

 Ming Dynasty: Huddle around in Beiping and be the magistrate of the county. Chapter 337: I’ll watch. You guys can continue fighting the next day.

Early in the morning, a carriage stopped at the gate of Prince Yan's Palace.

After Guo An finished ordering Mao in the palace, he took a bottle of Liangbai and got on the carriage.

Driven by two Yanshan guards, they drove out of the city.

At the same time.

Between two villages twenty miles away from Beiping City, two groups of people slowly began to gather.

However, they are mainly young and strong men, with a group of elderly people in front leading them.

Every young and strong man holds either an iron catalpa, a pole, or a wooden stick as thick as his arm. There is no sharp weapon.

And as the older men in front became more and more noisy, the two young men looking at each other became more and more wrong.

"Hit me, kill these scoundrels, and prevent them from watering water for the next few days!"

"I'll give these tyrants a beating too. The river water doesn't belong to them, so why don't we let us water it?

They just want to dry up the crops in our soil..."

As the old men in front collapsed, their faces turned red and they roared loudly.

The two waves of young men immediately roared and rushed toward each other.

Soon, they crowded together and started fighting.

Angry curses, screams, and the sound of falling to the ground... came and went.

Even those old men were fighting together, constantly making dirty moves.

"Wonderful, really wonderful!"

Suddenly, a group of people appeared outside the crowd.

Seeing the fierce and dusty scene in front of them, a young man at the head couldn't help but beam with joy and praise.

However, an official wearing a green robe on the side changed his face drastically. He quickly took a big loudspeaker from the government servant beside him and shouted angrily at the group of people.

"Stop, stop, you guys are a bunch of bastards, Guo Changshi is here, what are you still fighting for?"

"Guo Changshi?"

Guo An's name still has some effect on these people.

Some young men subconsciously looked up, then were startled, and quickly shouted to the person holding him opposite.

"Guo Changshi is here, let me go quickly, I will fight you again tomorrow!"

"Let go, let go, Guo Changshi is here!"

"Is it really Guo Changshi?"

In an instant, a group of young men with bruised noses and swollen faces, and bruises all over their bodies, as well as a group of old men in the same miserable condition, also came over.

Standing in front of Guo An, head lowered, like a child who has done something wrong, standing in front of an adult.

"I've met Guo Changshi!"

"I didn't know that Guo Changshi came, and I didn't have time to greet him from a distance. Please forgive Guo Changshi!"

"It's not in the way, it's not in the way, it's the big thing that disturbed you!"

Guo An waved his hand generously and said with a smile: "You guys go ahead and fight. The winner hasn't been decided yet, so why did you stop?

We’ll have a stand-up meeting. Come back to us after you finish the fight!”

"Uh!..."

The old men's faces suddenly turned red and they laughed repeatedly.

"Forgive me, Guo Changshi, please forgive me, Guo Changshi. We have no choice but to do this!"

"Yes, Guo Changshi, there hasn't been a drop of rain for two months, and the crops in the fields are dying of drought. That is the lifeblood of so many people like me!"

"Guo Changshi, let's just pour some water. These bastards in Xiahe Village not only bury the ditches in our village, but they also prevent us from digging them!"

"Guo Changshi, these greedy thieves in Shanghe Village have just a small river. They directly divert the water from the entire river into their fields. We don't even have the water we need to eat every day..."

"Guo Laoer, you fart..."

Guo An slowly turned around, took out the steel knives from the hands of the two Yanshan guards, and handed them to the two village elders who were arguing most fiercely.

Under the horrified look on the faces of a group of people, he said with a cold face: "Watering the fields is watering your lives. Anyone who dares to stop it will take your lives.

In this case, why waste time arguing and wasting your breath? If you just chop the other person to death with a knife, wouldn't it be a direct eradication?"

"This..."

The expressions of all the old men changed drastically.

"Guo Changshi, calm down!"

"Hey, don't be angry, Guo Changshi, we are just playing around, how could it really cost someone's life?"

"Exactly, Guo Changshi, don't worry, we..."

"It's all farts!"

Guo An pointed at an old man and said directly: "Look at your head, it's such a big piece of black and blue. If you use more force, can you, an old man, still speak so confidently?

If you, the old man, suddenly died, wouldn't your two villages be in a bloody battle?"

Then, he pointed to another old man who had been beaten into panda eyes again, "Look at you, your two eyes were beaten like this. Don't you know how old you are?

If something bad happens and you die, all you can do is have a bloody battle between the two villages.

But what if you are blinded in both eyes, and you can only become a disabled person, being taken care of by your children all the time, can you still live well?"

"Also, all of you, you are big and round, if you hit the vital point with your fist and kill several people, you will all behead them one by one!

What should you do with the children in your family, and what should you do with your parents? Are they left to be retaliated against?

Or, after encountering a major disaster, will you starve to death? Or die of illness?..."

Guo An directly pointed at a group of old men and young men and scolded them one by one, making all the young men look pale.

They only focused on grabbing water, but they did not think about the consequences of these accidents.

An old man said cautiously: "But Guo Changshi, if you don't water the fields, all the crops will die from drought, and we, the farmers, will also starve to death..."


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