At night, the lights in front of the mourning hall are brightly lit, and there is endless playing and singing, mixed with a few cries from time to time.
At the entrance of Linjiazhuang Village Road, a large group of people arrived. They were the Sun family of Dafeng Village and their relatives and friends they had attracted over.
Lin Mengjin stopped at the intersection with a group of young men from the Lin family, holding a harpoon in his hand, and glared fiercely at the visitor: "What are you doing? What's the point of coming to our village at night?"
"Where did you take my Saburo? Let him go quickly!" an old woman in the crowd howled sternly.
"What a big brother, Sanlang, it's none of our business! We didn't catch you or saw you! Get out of here, don't come looking for bad luck!"
Lin Mengjin insisted that he did not know and firmly refused to admit that he had arrested anyone.
"How is that possible?! Xiaoliu saw it today, and you dragged my Sanlang away from Fang's Gambling House!"
"How could we, a group of well-behaved citizens, go to a gambling house? If you didn't see it, you didn't see it! Come on, outsiders are not welcome in our village at night! If you want to attend a funeral, please be early tomorrow!"
Anyway, by tomorrow, there will definitely be no bones left of the murderer.
Under the moonlight, the harpoons shining coldly in the hands of everyone in Linjiazhuang stopped everyone in Dafengzhuang from moving forward.
A few years ago, when they were fighting for water, they had fought with the people from Linjiazhuang, and they knew that these were a group of butchers who were really good at killing people.
Li Zheng was the clan leader of the Lin family, and the elders also supported them. As foreigners, they settled in Dafeng Village. They did not dare to fight head-on with the Lin family.
Even the white ones and the black ones can't play with others.
The Lin family and the villagers are all blood relatives and treat the outside world uniformly, while Dafengzhuang only has mixed households, so the difference is huge.
At least at this moment, the people in Linjiazhuang really dared to take action at all costs, but the people in Dafengzhuang couldn't risk it.
"I'll fight with you!" The old woman gritted her teeth and rushed towards the men in Linjiazhuang like an angry cow.
Lin Mengjin put away the harpoon, stretched out his hand, and pushed her out just as she was about to rush towards him.
The old woman was pushed to the ground and sat down, slapping her thighs and making noises, howling and looking at the people behind her.
However, the group of people behind them could only talk nonsense and did not dare to take one more step forward.
When she thought about her son whose life or death was uncertain, the old woman became filled with sadness and howled even more sadly.
The news that someone stole melons and set fire to Linjiazhuang last night and killed someone has long spread in the neighborhood.
But the old woman felt that her son just stole a cold melon. Is picking one from the field a big deal?
Maybe he set a fire, but he had already been beaten. Isn't that enough? Lin Mengyi was burned to death because of his own misfortune. What does it have to do with her son?
Why did Linjiazhuang kidnap someone and still not release him? He still denied that he had kidnapped someone. What was he doing?!
The more the old woman thought about it, the more flustered she became. She couldn't help it anymore, so she knelt down and started begging.
Lin Mengjin and others quickly dispersed to prevent her from bowing to him, but it was impossible to retreat, and no one could take anyone away today.
To kill their relatives, there is no other way but to pay with blood.
In just a moment, the dispute here attracted more people in the village.
Everyone was carrying something in their hands, whether it was a harpoon, a farm tool, or a stone. In short, no one was empty-handed.
Those who knew they were a group of farmers and fishermen, but those who didn’t know thought they were entering some kind of village!
The man named Xiao Liu in Dafeng Village was shocked.
Like Sun Sanlang who stole the cold melons, he was a bastard who refused to farm well and spent his days living in various places of various religions and sects.
There was a lot of blood under their hands, but they had never encountered anyone as tough as the people in this farm.
In the past, everyone said that Linjiazhuang was a sea dweller who was very vicious and not easy to mess with. He still didn't believe it, but tonight gave him some insights.
All of these eyes are staring at people like hungry wolves, which makes people scared, and they don't dare to go forward and fight head-on.
"Auntie, let me forget it. Didn't they say that Sanlang is not here? Let's go look elsewhere. Where did Sanlang Xu go?
I drank a lot and got drunk." Xiao Liu swallowed, said dryly, then turned around and walked back.
As a person who needs to fight every day, Xiaoliu's martial arts are not very good, but his eyesight is very strong. He can tell at a glance which ones are done by fools without regard to the consequences, which ones cannot be provoked through hard work, and which ones are done by powerful foreigners.
can be distinguished.
The group of people in front of me are idiots who cannot be offended.
Especially now that it is night and at the beach, more than a hundred people from the other party have already gathered. There are only about ten of them, which is not enough for them to fill their teeth.
Why are you staying here? Where can I find the money for medicine after being beaten?
Xiaoliu's retreat in the face of battle was like a Duogunuo card, which immediately affected the people behind him, and then everyone left one after another, leaving a word.
The old woman, who was sitting up and howling, was sandwiched between two roe-headed and rat-eyed people, one on the left and the other on the right. They also left.
"I won't leave! I won't leave! Saburo, my Saburo!" The old woman's crying sound could still be heard clearly until she was far away.
Lin Mengjin said to the clan brothers beside him: "There will be a night vigil for the next few days from today. We have arranged for a team of twenty people. Let's take turns, just in case."
"Okay, it's just us tonight."
Everyone quickly discussed a charter, and everyone is already very skilled in handling the aftermath of this kind of group fight.
Ever since they were fifteen or sixteen years old, they have fought countless times with outsiders over water, land, and fishing grounds, and several members of the clan have lost their lives because of this.
After Lin Wanwan went to bed and put little Qingyu to sleep, she went back to work in modern times to change her mood. It was not until she came back from her busy work in modern times that she heard the movement at the entrance of the village.
She opened the door and went out to ask Hongyan, who was keeping watch at night, what happened outside. Hongyan had been staying outside to guard his master and didn't know what was going on outside.
"Madam, Mr. Meng Bolang told us to close the door tonight. No matter what happens outside, we are not to go out and pry."
Lin Wanwan sighed, opened the window and looked in the direction of the mourning hall for a while.
It was already late at night, but the village was still very lively with people playing, playing, playing and singing. It would never be peaceful today. At midnight, people would be cut into people's hearts, livers and lungs, and the Sun family would not stop making trouble.
Although Lin Wanwan felt that it was only natural for the murderer to pay with his life, the thought of being dissected alive later still made her feel cruel.
Compared with the injection euthanasia of modern death row prisoners, ancient punishments were really cruel and bloody.
"Is it really okay to use lynching like this?" Lin Wanwan murmured to herself.
Hongyan said disapprovingly: "Madam, what's the point? Patriarch Lin is both the patriarch and the upright person. If he speaks, that's the law of the countryside. Before I was sold, I saw a lady in our village.
He was tied up in a cage and thrown into the river to worship the river god! There was no official to take care of this matter."
Lin Wanwan remained silent. Compared with towns, the management in the countryside was indeed based on gentry and clan autonomy. This was not only the case in the Tang Dynasty, but also in the entire feudal society. Unless someone went to the county government to beat drums and complain about grievances, the court would not take care of it.