After seeing Yang Ji, they wanted to smash their own rice mill.
Lao Wan was so anxious that he almost burst into tears, but there was nothing he could do.
But at this moment, Yang Jianguang glanced inside and suddenly sighed.
"Uncle Wan, alas, this rice mill is used by the whole village. If it breaks, the whole village will have to go to Wei Town a few kilometers away to grind rice. Then there will be trouble."
Lao Wan was stunned for a moment, but quickly reacted.
He didn't stop Yang Ji and his mother and son. Instead, he put his hands on his waist and got out of the way, saying with an indifferent expression.
"If you two, mother and son, can do it, destroy it.
More than 400 households in the village, including hundreds of households in the neighboring village, have not yet milled rice for the New Year, and they all have to come to my place to mill rice in the past few days."
"If you smash it and cause everyone to have no place to grind rice and have to go to Wei Town a few kilometers away to grind rice, I will tell everyone about it.
You two, mother and son, just wait to be poked in the back by everyone."
After hearing Lao Wan's words, Yang Jiji and his mother, Aunt Wang, held back, but Yang Jiji showed no intention of giving in.
He pushed away the rice mill that Lao Wan was facing, picked up the hoe, and spat on the ground.
"I don't care about having a backbone or not."
"If you dare to offend us today, I don't know that I will smash your rice mill and make you feel bad."
It's just that Yang basically didn't dare to hit it anymore.
Because his mother, Aunt Wang, actually stood in front of him.
"Mom, what are you doing?
What are you doing to help this old immortal?"
Yang basically asked in confusion.
"Who can help this old immortal?"
Aunt Wang cursed angrily.
"You are stupid! This old man is right.
The New Year is coming soon.
Hundreds of households in the village, including hundreds of households in the surrounding areas, come here to grind rice.
"If you break the rice mill, the nearest rice mill is in Wei Town, a few kilometers away. Then our family will not be scolded to death by the villagers."
After being scolded by his mother, Yang Jiji angrily dropped the hoe in his hand.
"Grandma, this broken rice mill has become this old man's talisman."
Although they are arrogant, they do not have a very high status in Yang Village, and they can only bully those who are honest and honest.
They would not dare to offend the entire Yang Village.
Seeing that Yang Jiji and his family did not dare to move, Lao Wan felt emboldened.
"Will you, mother and son, leave? If you don't, I won't grind rice during the Chinese New Year this year. If word gets out, it will be said that you, mother and son, rebelled here and broke my rice mill!"
After Lao Wan finished speaking, Yang Jianguang nodded and spoke in support.
"I can prove this. Your son Yang basically smashed a rice mill with a hoe just now. What if he accidentally smashed some precious parts and the machine stopped working?"
"You..." Aunt Wang was anxious and angry, but when he thought of the scene of rural people coming to accuse his family, he immediately gave up.
In the end, Yang Jiji, mother and son, could only give Lao Wan a fierce look, and then they had no choice but to get on their motorcycle and leave.
When he heard the roar of motorcycles outside, the corners of Yang Jianguang's mouth raised slightly.
Yang Jiji and his family are typical bullies and fear of the strong. To deal with such villains, you have to show yourself to be stronger than them. On the contrary, they will treat you with respect.
Then Yang Jianguang also nodded towards Lao Wan, "Uncle Lao Wan, okay, since everything is fine, I will go home."
Lao Wan hummed gratefully.
"Dazhi's son, thank you for speaking for Uncle Wan. Next time you want to grind rice, come directly to Uncle Wan. I won't charge you any money."
If Yang Jianguang hadn't come to help today, even if Yang Jiji and his family really smashed their own rice mill, he would never have thought of bringing the whole village together to threaten Yang Jiji and his mother.
"Okay, I won't be polite next time."
Yang Jianguang responded and walked to the rice mill.
It's not that he really wanted to take advantage of Lao Wan. Their family lived in Xinyong County all year round and processed rice only a handful of times, so naturally they couldn't take advantage of him.
Responding to this is just to give Lao Wan face.
In fact, Yang Jianguang also knew that when Lao Wan opened this annual rice mill, he secretly deducted everyone's rice.
This was something that nearly ten years later, when Lao Wan's rice mill broke down, a repairman told everyone personally.
So Yang Jianguang knows it very well.
In this rural area, there are actually very few people who can be considered purely good people.
Villagers who are honest and honest on the surface, sometimes see that there is a lot of water in your field, and they will step on some of it while no one is paying attention.
Of course, no matter how bad you are, apart from a few village cadres, there are not many pure bad people.
Although Yang Jiji's family is vicious and stingy, when they encounter real bad guys, they will shrink like quails.
Therefore, Yang Jianguang naturally does not need to worry about how Lao Wan will be bullied in the future.
If someone really bullied him, he might have found his place somewhere behind his back.
On the other side, the furious Yang Jiji and his son also returned to their home.
Seeing that their rice bags only had 60% to 70% of the normal amount, Yang Jiji, mother and son were so angry that they screamed.
Even if they took advantage of Yang Jianguang's rice bran and were given less money for processing, in the end, they still lost money.
After finishing the calculation, both mother and son were so angry that their lungs almost exploded.
It is simply unreasonable that this old man dared to treat them like this.
It's a pity that no matter how angry they are and how much they curse Lao Wan, they really don't dare to attack the foreigner at this critical moment of the New Year.
After scolding for a long time, Yang Jiji suddenly said angrily.
"Mom, in my opinion, it's all the fault of that Yang Jianguang. If it weren't for that hateful old man Yang Jianguang, how would he dare to be so arrogant to us?"
"Son, what you said makes sense."
After thinking about it, Aunt Wang agreed and nodded.
"This Lao Wan is usually an honest man. He doesn't even dare to fart when he sees me. But today he dares to treat us like this and deliberately withholds our rice. Someone must have instigated him."
"Also, when we first came in, Yang Jianguang said that there was a high probability of giving rice bran to that old man. This was what he used to bribe the old man to deal with us."
"Hmph, this kid from Yang Dazhi's family is really vicious!"
"What a fool, I'm going to smash the windows of their house right now."
"Hey, don't, don't, don't, don't, have you forgotten the time when you fought with him when you were a child and was pushed to the ground and beaten by him?"
Aunt Wang quickly stopped her son.
Even though Yang Ji basically couldn't do anything at all, he still knew how much his son weighed.
After working outside for several years, except for the yellow hair, there was no flesh on his body. He was no match for Yang Jianguang, a tall and strong man.
"Mom, that was so long ago. Your son is now out in the world.
This Yang Jianguang is just a stupid student who only knows how to read, so he is no match for his son."
Seeing that her son still looked a little unconvinced, Aunt Wang sighed.
"You kid, don't be dissatisfied.
Yang Jianguang is a lunatic. When you were not at home some time ago, you were chasing Chun Lianzi with a kitchen knife! If everyone hadn't stopped him, Chun Lianzi would have been hacked to death by him."
As soon as these words came out, Yang was basically frightened.
He swallowed his saliva and said in disbelief.
"Mom, doesn't Yang Jianguang look honest and honest?
How dare you stab someone with a knife?"
"How do I know?
This guy seemed to have changed a while ago, and now Chun Lianzi is avoiding him when he sees him."
After his mother finished speaking, Yang Ji basically suddenly thought about the fact that he deliberately walked through the puddle when he returned home, splashing Yang Jianguang with mud and water, and he began to feel guilty inexplicably.
"Mom, why don't we just smash the glass in his house?
They all belong to fellow villagers, so it’s not good to smash other people’s things.”