"This kid dares to hit Brother Dog, fuck him!" Two strong men with wolf head tattoos roared and hit Jiang Xiaofan with fists as big as sandbags.
Jiang Xiaofan dodged one person, came behind the other person, and stretched out his hand to touch an acupuncture point on his waist.
"Ah!" The man felt his arm go numb, and all the strength he had accumulated immediately dissipated. He tried to clench his fist, but found that he couldn't lift his arm at all, like a limp noodle.
"What did you do to me?" the man asked with frightened eyes.
Another man's scalp was numb. He saw that Jiang Xiaofan only pointed his finger and his companion became like this. He gritted his teeth, picked up a log as thick as his arm, and smashed it towards Jiang Xiaofan.
"Xiaofan, get out of the way." Liu Yulian shouted anxiously when she saw this. She could almost imagine her son's bloody outcome.
Jiang Xiaofan had no intention of evading, and instead rushed towards the wooden stick. He ducked under the wooden stick and was already in the opponent's arms. With a strong push of his shoulder, the man flew backwards as if he had been hit by a truck.
"Hiss..." Seeing this scene, the villagers were all shocked.
In less than a minute, the two arrogant-looking gangsters were easily put down by Jiang Xiaofan. No one could see clearly how Jiang Xiaofan did it.
Jiang Xiaofan was a little surprised. The body that had been improved by spiritual energy seemed to be more powerful when he used Tongbei Fist and Body Technique.
He deliberately showed off his skills in the village in order to establish his authority. The more tolerant you are in the countryside, others will think you are easy to bully. His father is a living example.
Sometimes doing things a little more domineeringly can actually intimidate people...for example, for people like Kong Ergou.
As expected, Kong Ergou's eyes flashed with fear, and he said tremblingly: "It is natural to pay back debts. Jiang Xiaofan, if you don't pay back the money, do you still want to beat me to death in front of my father and fellow villagers?"
Jiang Xiaofan sneered, this coward bullies the weak and fears the strong.
Just as he was about to speak, he heard Aunt Xiong sneer with a loud voice: "Kong Ergou, now we are your fellow villagers? Why didn't you mention this when you stole my chickens?"
"A few days ago, my family picked wild mushrooms from the mountains and put them in the yard to dry, but this Ergou stole them."
"Which bastard stole the red bricks left over from building a pig pen at my house last year? I don't know what happened?"
"My family's leftover bacon from the Chinese New Year has disappeared. I heard that it appeared on Kong Ergou's wine table, and it wasn't eaten by you anymore..."
"..."
The villagers talked to each other, criticizing the immoral things Kong Ergou had done over the years. Kong Ergou was scolded until his head was bloody, but he didn't even dare to fart while lying on the ground.
After the villagers had scolded them enough, Jiang Xiaofan slowly spoke: "Kong Ergou, I will pay you back the money, but not today. The IOU is still due for half a month. When the time comes, I will pay you 20,000 yuan."
I'll give it back to you if you want. But from now on, the shares in the tomato field have nothing to do with you."
Today, the 2,800 yuan from egg fungus sales was almost all spent on buying medicine for his father. Now he only has 300 yuan left in his pocket.
A closer look at the 20,000 yuan revealed that it was Kong Ergou who bought a stake in the tomato field. In fact, he didn’t have to pay it back at all. After Jiang Xiaofan received the witch god’s inheritance, he was sure to cure the blight disease in tomatoes. By then, it was certain that tomatoes would make money, but he didn’t want Kong Ergou to pay it back.
This bastard follows the money.
Just take this opportunity to cut off Kong Ergou's shares.
"Okay, okay, I don't want shares, I just want 20,000 yuan."
Kong Ergou's eyes lit up. Jiang Xiaofan's plan was exactly what he wanted. He wanted to give money but not shares. The dying tomatoes were worth a dime.
"Young and old men, listen up. Jiang Xiaofan said he will pay back the money in half a month. Let me bear witness today..." Kong Ergou struggled to get up and said.
"Why don't you worry about it? Now you can get out. If you dare to do anything wrong in the next month and a half, I will break your legs."
Jiang Xiaofan's tone was very calm, but Kong Ergou could hear an evil aura from it. He had no doubt that if he made trouble again, Jiang Xiaofan would definitely break his legs.
Kong Ergou shrank his neck and walked out with two miserable-looking gangsters. As soon as he reached the gate, he suddenly turned around and said to the villagers: "By the way, Zhao Ying asked me to give him a message.
He no longer collects any grain or mountain products from Wancun."
The villagers who were watching the excitement burst into flames when they heard this.
"Why doesn't Zhao Ying accept goods from our village? There must be a reason, right?"
"Who will he sell to if he doesn't charge us? We can't sell it at all..."
"Then what should we do in the future? Who will we sell the mountain products and grain from the fields to?"
"..."
Jiang Xiaofan frowned. Laowan Village is a well-known poor village in Qingyuan County. The average annual income of villagers is less than 2,000 yuan.
In addition to subsistence food in the fields, walking in the mountains to collect mountain products in their spare time has become the villagers' only source of income.
In recent years, Zhao Ying has been buying mountain goods, so the villagers don't have to worry about sales. Now that Zhao Ying suddenly stopped buying, it is undoubtedly a blow to everyone.
"Stop making noise! Please be quiet!" A strong voice sounded, and then a man with broad shoulders and thick back pushed past the crowd and walked into the courtyard.
"Uncle Fugui." Jiang Xiaofan recognized at a glance that this honest-looking man was Zhao Fugui, the village chief of Laowan Village.
"Everyone is in such a hurry. Have you asked clearly about the matter?" Zhao Fugui glanced around the villagers and scolded him angrily.
"Village Chief, it's not that we don't know, it's that the children at home are still waiting for the money from selling mountain products to go to school." A man with a weathered face muttered.
"Liu Dazhu, you gambled every day when you were young, but now you know how difficult it is to make money?"
Zhao Fugui glanced at Liu Dazhu and said to Kong Ergou in a low voice: "Ergou, what did Zhao Ying say? Is there any room for change? Don't forget that you are from Laowan Village."
Kong Ergou looked gloating: "If you are to blame for this, it's Jiang Xiaofan who offended Boss Zhao Ying and Zhao."
"What did you say?"
Jiang Xiaofan narrowed his eyes, and Kong Ergou immediately shuddered and hurriedly clarified: "These are Zhao Ying's original words. I just conveyed a message to him. He also said..."
"What else are you talking about? Don't have loose stools in your mouth and hurry up." Zhao Fugui urged impatiently.
"I told you not to do anything..."
Kong Ergou was frightened by Jiang Xiaofan. He hid outside the gate worriedly and only poked his head in. Then he continued: "He said that unless you go to apologize to him in person, he will never touch our things again."
We won’t come to collect it, so we can just wait and die at home.”
Jiang Xiaofan stared at Kong Ergou with sharp eyes: "Did Zhao Ying really say that?"
"Really, if you don't believe me, go to the town and ask him. I'll leave first, and I'll come to collect the bill in half a month. You have the money ready..." Kong Ergou finished his sentence and ran away like a rabbit.