The wind is holographic, and the twinkling starry sky is still there.◆The sound of wooden fish on the mountain is also silent. Except for the chickens in the distant villages and the insects on the surrounding deserted beaches, all the scenes are as dreamy as Buddhism says, and any description is almost redundant.

Xu Jin and Li Fang have also left. The two brothers who have ended a century of family grudges are relaxed. They took off their clothes, put everything on the shore, and slowly shook the boat naked to the center of the river.

The terrain narrowed significantly here and the water flowed rapidly. The two brothers carefully turned the boat over and swam back to the shore quickly, and the poison sank into the water.

The carnival feast began like this, with the sound of gongs in the upstream suddenly ringing, and soon the people in Hou heard the sound of cannons. The torches were extinguished, but they were all lit in an instant. The banks along the river were shining with flames, and everyone shouted in a low voice, which was spectacular.

People rushed into the river like a tide, and the Wu brothers were also coming from the upper reaches, slashing big fish in the water. The brother cut off the water snakes drunk by medicine in the moonlight, while the younger brother was thinking about the beautiful Li Fang, and he was distracted and found little.

Regarding revenge and women, it is not the theme of tonight. Tonight's theme is "fishing". People who cross the sea show their magical powers and compare who is more lucky. Men are the main force in fishing. They all want to wait after dawn to make their relatives happy and surprised, so they swam around desperately.

Yaohe, who had given medicine, had children picking up fish and shrimp on the shallows until the next day. This festival has been held once a year, just like dragon boating during festivals.

Li Fang reluctantly bid farewell to his hometown, and followed Xu Jin to Jinling with anxiety. Along the way, Xu Jin's brows were tight, and the drought weather affected many villages lacking water sources.

The increasing pressure on survival and the hot weather make people become increasingly anxious, and it is easy to explode like a firecracker because of a little bit of Mars.

Xiejia Village, a hundred miles away from Xiaojia Village, is surrounded by beautiful mountains and rivers. The people are brave and live and reproduce here for generations.

People with the surname Xie have been migrating south since the Qin and Han Dynasties, and the farthest migrated to Hainan and Taiwan. Before the Song Dynasty, they became one of the major surnames in Jiangnan. The population in the Ming Dynasty was about twenty of the Baijia surnames.

The surname Xie is no longer a prominent family in the world known as "Cui Lu Wang Xie" in the later years of the Eastern Han Dynasty. In the old days, the swallows in front of the king and Xie Hall flew into the homes of ordinary people.

Today, Xiejia Village is filled with a terrible trembling atmosphere, as if the white clouds and birds passing by, the crops and vegetables in the fields, the dogtail grass on the walls, and the waterwheel hoes and other things are all filled with anger.

The young men in the village ran around like crazy, shouting, and their eyes spewed flames, tied their belts one by one, released their strong arms, rubbed and sorted out the various guys they were preparing to fight.

Although older men should be mature and steady, they always advise young people not to be impulsive, but their compassionate faces clearly show anger and fortitude.

The older generation gathered together in groups, secretly planning to fight or defend, compromise or negotiate which strategy can win. Some women are worried about their husbands and sons, praying that their relatives can turn bad luck; the other part thinks that the misfortune of jumping into a well will happen to them, and sigh and sympathize with them.

The children were stunned when they saw the adults rushing, with strange expressions on their faces and saying strange words. And their parents told them not to go to the nearby Wangjia Village. In fact, they were not allowed to go out at their own doors, and they were inexplicably surprised and scared, lying on the wall to watch.

At this time, all the labor in the village stopped.

The road on the sanitary gutter farm on the Tianba was filled with heads and footsteps, filled with deep excitement and tragic shouts. The air in the whole village was about to break out in this tense atmosphere. All the men were crazy like drunks. The sheep ran on the hillside in panic, the cows were desperately pressing their horns in the shed, and the local dog barked like war drums one after another.

Dong! Dong! The real drum sounded, and it sounded like a mountain shaking.

The drum sounds of Xiejia Village have been passed down for hundreds of years. They can only be heard every year during the Spring and Autumn Festival. Due to the decline of surnames, the trampling of foreign races, the sound is so sad, and it also has a majestic force that can shock the blood of the people of Xie. So whenever it suddenly sounds, it is either that the evil people come in groups or something unsolvable with a certain village.

In the past ten years, the drums have quietly sounded twice on time in a year, but today it has made an exception.

When the drum sounded the second pass, there were countless people standing on the martial arts training ground in front of the Xie Clan Ancestral Hall, and the number was gradually increasing, extending outward in rows.

Soon, the third drum sounded more powerfully, and the cracked earth roared like a crack in the landslide.

The clan leader slowly walked onto the stage. After several advice, the boiling villagers finally calmed down a little.

The half-white-bearded clan leader had just celebrated his 60th birthday. He was very energetic, with bright eyes and loud voice. He said to the big guy seriously: "Since the Wei and Jin Dynasties, the only thing that the ancestors and ancestors could not bear was being bullied by outsiders. Who doesn't know about the Battle of Feishui?"

"Whoever endures humiliation is raised by a bitch!" the villagers shouted half-crazy.

The patriarch continued: "During the previous dynasty, there were not many male men left in the battle of Xie in Jinling, and they also cut off relations with the several houses that served as officials for the Tartars. Who would not respect the other houses? Now, if Wangjia Village does not hand over Wang Gui to compensate our daughter-in-law for the life of Ying Fang, our Xie surname must not refuse to take revenge and we cannot be bullied like this.

But we should not be busy at the moment. We should wait for Wangjiacun to reply to our ultimatum and see how to make a decision. But we must prepare first."

"Captain, our guys are all ready." "Don't worry, old man, the Xie family is not afraid of death." The men shouted again, and raised the sticks and rakes in their hands.

"Okay!" said the patriarch in an encouraging voice: "Go back, no one is allowed to act rashly, come and listen to the news tomorrow."

After sending the patriarch away, everyone dispersed in groups, saying indignant words to each other, and they were all very excited.

The most noticeable thing is that Uncle Lao Mao’s son Bangping, who has always been extremely hardworking and polite, was now full of pain and red eyes, and was filled with tears. He vowed in public that he had to step on the ancestral hall and ancestral tomb of the people of Wangjia Village, otherwise he would not live.

There are many similar young people among the other generations, who are passionate and passionate, but those who speak filthy words without restraint are the most angry person who runs around Xie Yan, the younger generation in the village, nicknamed Squinting Eyes.

He ran while holding the stick tightly and shouted at the top of his lungs: "I want to feed the woman's breasts to the dog!"

It turned out that one year was by the river. He secretly glanced at a woman who was washing clothes in Wangcun, revealing her little breasts. After the woman noticed it, she immediately sank her face and cursed: "What are you looking at? You have sores in your eyes and die sooner or later."

Xie Yanxin was a little sensible and superstitious, so he thought he had suffered a great humiliation and was lucky. He endured it until now. Finally, after the unfortunate incident, he advocated the most intensely and acted the most crazy.

He was about to run to Ying Fang's house happily and angry. On the way, he suddenly turned to the restaurant, drank three taels of sorghum wine in one breath, and said loudly to the diners present: "What other wine do you eat? Our Xiejia Village has been bullied to the point. Are you still in a bad mood?"

Xu Jin, who was resting in the meal, looked at him unhappily. Li Fang blinked her delicate eyes and frowned in confusion.

"Are you drunk?" asked a drunkard.

"What did you say? The dog is drunk." Xie Yan looked angry, "Are you all dead? Ying Fang's daughter-in-law, what a virtuous woman who is widowed at home. She serves her elderly mother-in-law, and is so filial and good person? Now she is dead, dead, and jumps into the well!"

"What? Is this true?" more than a dozen drinkers exclaimed. Almost all of them were not from the village, but most of them were very familiar with Xiejia Village and were all surprised.

"Ah!" Li Fang was also surprised, and Xu Jin's eyes became a little cold.

Someone said in disbelief: "Isn't this a corpse and two lives? Ying Fang's wife is pregnant. Two lives, won't the Ying Fang family be extinct? Two lives!"

Another drinker asked, "Why did you die after jumping into the well?"

"Why?" Xie Yan smashed the wine bowl with a bang. "It's not the bastard of Wang Gui from Wangjia Village who was killed by thousands of swords. He met Ying Fang's wife and was in the dry ditch in their village. He first used softness, and then used strongness to do unreasonable beasts. This damn beast! Ying Fang's wife came back and cried for two days and nights, but her mother-in-law didn't listen. She jumped into the well this morning and died. Oh, two lives."

After saying that, Xie Yan ran out roared, so the guests in the restaurant were also angry and left in a hurry to pay the bills.

The resentment spread to the whole village. Li Fang looked at her lover worriedly, and Xu Jin said, "I can't ignore it even if it's reasonable, but I have to report it to my father and let's go."

"Yes." Li Fang's hanging heart was relieved and stood up in a hurry.

On the earthen castle at the junction of Wangjia Village outside the village, twenty or thirty people took turns to guard, and twenty teams patrolled back and forth in the village. Many young people gathered below and shouted loudly to the opposite side to demonstrate. No one cared about the king's law. In ancient times, clan society in the countryside was like this. The stronger the local clan power, the more similar disputes would be resolved by themselves. The government generally did not dare to interfere too much, and often turned a blind eye.

Reason disappeared, and they were eager to catch a spy from Wangjia Village and cut off the tip of a bamboo pole with its head hanging high on the earthen castle. This was a great pleasure.

People kept asking each other, "Have you caught it?" The result was no, and everyone was disappointed and silent for a moment.

Really not!

Suddenly, someone explained loudly: "The people of Wangcun have always been afraid of death, cowardly, and like mangy dogs, all hiding on the kang and trembling."
Chapter completed!