Standing on the balcony, Lu Zizhong smiled and hummed a tune. If there is a problem in Xujiazhuang, the wine business should return to Tangjiang City.
He knew that Xiaodong's family had gone to the border, and it was possible that they were from the Hou side. But so what, he sang the play very well and couldn't find out.
"That village girl is so dirty." A flower girl said with a sneer.
Lu Zizhong was happy to hear this and threw a handful of silver over. In the blink of an eye, the seven or eight flower ladies on the balcony were all in a rush.
The stagnant water on the street completely overflowed the ditch, washing things like dead rats and dead branches onto the street.
Jiang Caiwei silently retreated to the middle of the street, unable to retreat.
Behind her, old officials and seven or eight official servants formed a wall.
"Private grievances, the government will not interfere!" The old official blushed, fearing that someone would poke his spine, so he hurriedly repeated it again.
On both sides of the street, some people opened their wooden windows and looked at the few people in the middle, with some gloating and some sighing in their eyes.
"Madam, what should we do? Should we use the knife?" Lu Feng gritted his teeth tightly.
Jiang Caiwei looked around with a focused expression.
She was sure that if she drew a knife to hurt someone, the gang of sub-officers behind her would definitely take the opportunity to take the person. But without using the knife, the dozens of people in front of her acted like lunatics and had no choice but to rush over and start a fight.
"Put away the knife." Jiang Caiwei took a few steps forward, grabbed four or five firewood sticks from a pile of wet firewood, and gave one to each of them.
"Just stand back, madam." Lu Feng breathed heavily. In his opinion, his wife was the kind of gentle-natured one who was not the kind of shrew who fights.
But how could he know.
At that time, Beidi broke through Yongguan, and hundreds of thousands of refugees went south, taking with them a sick old father and two young maids. Jiang Caiwei had already taken up arms to protect the family's food rations.
"You dog brewer, you can't leave today!"
The first shouting man who rushed over was grabbed by Lu Feng with a stick before he could grab Jiang Caiwei's skirt and hit her hard.
The big man held his arms and rolled to the ground in pain.
The old official, accompanied by seven or eight official servants, looked calm and unmoved.
Jiang Caiwei raised her head silently, tore off half of her skirt and wrapped it in her hands.
"Madam, stand back." Lu Feng stood in the front, the firewood stick he was holding had been broken into half.
"Lu Lao, go out of the city and call for someone."
Lu Lao, who was beside him, hesitated for a moment, then moved his body and quickly climbed over the hay shed.
The three remaining young men stood coldly in the street.
"Xujiazhuang will be stopped for a month or two, and then three thousand taels of silver will be distributed to use it to eliminate the disaster." The old official held the oil-paper umbrella and smiled half-heartedly.
"Officials don't care about gathering people to cause trouble?" Jiang Caiwei said with a cold face.
"I have said before that the government will not interfere with personal grudges." The old official narrowed his eyes, "Besides, Zui Tianxian drank eight people to death. You are a girl, who can you show your tough temper?"
"My head has said that when you are a person, don't look at the world, but look at your own conscience."
Lu Zizhong stood on the balcony, listening to this sentence, he almost couldn't help but laugh out loud.
"They are really a couple. They have read several books by sages. They are so great."
The flower girls next to them also covered their mouths and laughed in all their glory.
No one cares about the little lady's life or death.
Lu Zizhong exhaled and had someone pull up a wicker chair. He sat down funny and watched the show on the street.
More than 30 people who had been recruited by the dog owners had already begun to take action, clearly marking their prices. After this wave passed, each person received five taels of silver.
He was so happy, watching those old poor guys, like hungry dogs, chewing every last bit of hair in their mouths.
"lady!"
Lu Feng endured the severe beatings on his back and tried to turn around and run towards his young lady. There were two or three young men who obviously went around on purpose.
Click——
The young lady on the street, under everyone's stunned gaze, raised the stick in her hand and threw it at a little man.
The little man fell down with his head covered in blood.
"lady……"
Jiang Caiwei trembled and wiped the rain off her face.
"Madam, are you okay?"
"nothing."
After releasing her palm, Jiang Caiwei realized that she had cut the tiger's mouth with too much force.
boom.
Someone stole a move from a young man and accidentally slipped to the ground. Immediately afterwards, seven or eight people swarmed up and beat him on his head.
Jiang Caiwei held up firewood sticks and scattered two or three people before she could rescue Qingzhuang.
The sky above was filled with more and more dark clouds. Not long after, dusk came unexpectedly, and for a while, the world in front of us became darker.
The old official was accompanied by seven or eight official servants, and his face was obviously impatient.
It's not that I'm afraid of beating the little lady to death, but I'm worried that if it's too late, I won't be able to catch up with a certain rich gentleman's banquet.
"Just say that you know you were wrong. Come to the official office tomorrow and sign a notarized certificate of compensation. It's money. We can discuss it carefully——"
"There is nothing wrong with a civilian girl." Jiang Caiwei supported Qing Zhuang, who was seriously injured, with a calm expression.
"You guys remember, if you bully my wife today, when my boss returns to Weicheng, no one will be spared!" Lu Feng grabbed the half-stained stick and shouted angrily.
"Idiot." On the balcony, Lu Zizhong had a cold face. He never thought that at this time, the young lady still didn't use the knife.
Don't use the knife, according to the previous statement, it is just a personal grudge. Of course, this statement is pure bullshit, it is just a reason to kill people and fill their lives.
"Little boss? Come back and collect the body."
On the street, they were outnumbered after all. After Lu Feng was finally beaten with a sap, only Jiang Caiwei was left standing alone in the wind and rain.
Holding a firewood stick in each hand, she stood in front of the three unconscious young men, refusing to give in.
If it were half a year ago, in order to survive, she would probably beg for work and give three thousand taels of silver. But that is not possible now. The man went to the border to kill the enemy, and she stayed here to guard her share of the industry.
She didn't want Xu Mu to come back one day and just look at the lifeless Zhuangzi and sigh.
"You still refuse to say it! If you don't say it, they will beat you to death. I have already told you that this is a personal grudge!" the old official said in a cold voice.
"You are not wrong, what are you talking about? Are you asking for mercy? Let's just shut down Xujiazhuang!"
The old official laughed in anger, and with seven or eight official servants, he coldly withdrew half a street.
Jiang Caiwei stood in the street and raised her head stubbornly.
…
It rains heavily at night.
Chang Wei led a dozen of his masters, yelling angrily and galloping on horseback in the direction of Weicheng.
He had heard the story about his little boss, and he was so angry that he wanted to kill someone now. These kind of dogs only know how to bully and kill women!
"Running horse!"
More than a dozen riders came out of the official road. Chang Wei just raised his head and his face suddenly became astonished.
Not far ahead, in the gray night, a large group of cavalry figures passed over coldly.
The person in charge was the young boss, with a murderous look on his face. The long sword in his hand had been unsheathed at some point, and there were faint stains of blood that had not been wiped clean.