This small street, used as a vegetable market, is basically made of dirt.
Although the heavy snowfall a few years ago has melted, the whole street is still muddy.
Freeze in the morning and evening and thaw at noon.
At this moment, it is approaching noon, and the streets that were still hard in the morning are now a bit sticky to the feet.
Wang Anliang was originally from a hundred households in the army. How could ordinary people bear the force of that kick?
Although he had gathered a lot of strength, the vegetable farmer was still kicked to the ground and slid for more than a foot on the muddy street that had already thawed on the surface.
The thin layer of mud on the street was also pushed out by him, forming a large mud pile under him.
The two palms rubbed against the rough ground, and the mud and blood mixed together, making it look terrifying.
The child next to him cried loudly and threw himself on the vegetable farmer. He ignored the mud and blood stains on the farmer's body and shouted loudly: "Grandpa, grandpa..."
The whole street suddenly became quiet.
Everyone looked at the old vegetable farmer lying on the ground in silence, not daring to come forward to persuade him, not even to step forward to help the old man up.
Everyone knows Wang Anliang and knows that he is the steward of Shangshu Mansion.
The vegetable farmers who take to the streets to sell vegetables in these cold weather are all ordinary people struggling with hunger. Who dares to argue with the steward of Shangshu Mansion?
Wang Anliang didn't even look at the old vegetable farmer who was kicked to the ground by him. He turned around and walked towards other stalls.
"Stop, go help the old man up." A loud shout came from not far away.
Duan Tianming arrived in front of Wang Anliang in the blink of an eye like a gust of wind. His eyes were opened angrily, and his right hand was already firmly pressed on the knife on his waist.
More than a dozen Dongchang captains followed quickly, throwing up pools of mud under their feet.
According to Li An, Wang Anliang was shopping on the street at the moment. Duan Tianming was anxious and went directly to the vegetable market near Shangshu Mansion, hoping to meet him.
As soon as he turned into this small street, Duan Tianming saw Wang Anliang beating the vegetable farmer.
Wang Anliang heard the words and turned to look at the source of the sound.
When I saw a group of people dressed in Dongchang uniforms, I felt slightly uncomfortable.
Early this morning, the King of Han's order came to Wang Anliang. While arranging for Li An to poison Xiao Chen, he also criticized Wang Anliang for spending money but with no effect.
Wang Anliang was in a very depressed mood, and when he was buying vegetables, he couldn't help but take it out on the vegetable farmers.
Even though he had restrained most of his efforts, the old vegetable farmer was still dying at this moment.
Not to mention just a kick, Wang Anliang was not afraid even if he was beaten to death. The person standing behind him was the King of Han. At most, he could use some trouble and use his connections.
However, the people in Dongchang still made Wang Anliang a little afraid because of Xiao Chen.
He is not afraid of Dongchang, he is afraid of Xiao Chen, the purple-clad captain.
"Who are you? What does this matter have to do with you?" As a former military member, Wang Anliang did not take Duan Tianming seriously. He also had no respect for the knife on his waist.
"Go over and help the old man up and apologize to him." Duan Tianming roared again.
The people and vegetable farmers around him all looked this way.
They didn't know the captain of Dongchang, they only knew that they were a group of officers and soldiers.
But this Wang Anliang was the steward of Shangshu Mansion. It was beyond everyone's expectation that an ordinary guard would dare to talk to him like this.
"Butler Wang has gone too far. He knocked people to the ground just for a few cabbages."
"Where do these guards come from? I wonder if they can fight against Butler Wang."
"The old vegetable farmer is so pitiful. He just hopes to sell cabbage and buy some food to feed the family. Now it's better. I don't know where the medical expenses for your injury are."
"Hey, ordinary people, what kind of medical treatment do you need? Let's rely on self-healing."
Everyone began to hide in the distance and started talking one after another.
Duan Tianming was furious when he saw Wang Anliang actually asking who he was.
Not only did the other party not take his two loud scoldings seriously, he actually prepared to use his identity as the steward of the Shangshu Mansion to overwhelm him.
At that moment, he stopped talking. He released the handle of the knife with his right hand, turned his palm into a fist, and struck Wang Anliang in the chest.
Seeing the fist wind coming, Wang Anliang retreated suddenly, causing Duan Tianming's fist to miss.
This Wang Anliang, as a member of the army's top 100, is certainly not lazy. Now he is sitting in the Shangshu Mansion secretly doing a series of things. Not only has his own kung fu not slowed down, but he is also training with self-discipline every day.
They thought that Duan Tianming really dared to fight him.
After pushing away, he looked at the other person with a serious face: "Who are you? You want to fight me casually?"
In front of all the brothers, Duan Tianming felt that his face was already a little ugly, and he would never pay attention to Wang Anliang again.
With a wave of his hand, more than a dozen captains surrounded Wang Anliang.
"We are from the Shangshu Mansion, what are you doing?" Seeing the crowd surrounding Wang Anliang, another servant of the Shangshu Mansion who came out with him hurriedly shouted.
It doesn't matter if he doesn't roar, as soon as he roars, he will attract everyone's attention.
Duan Tianming's eyes lit up. This servant was clearly the same servant who went out of the city to check whether Li An's wife and children were dead.
Being able to take charge of checking whether the two of them were dead obviously also knew the ins and outs of the whole matter. If we don't take him down, how long will it take?
With a "pop" sound, Duan Tianming's slap hit the opponent's face, and then said: "Take them together."
Before the servant could react, huge iron shackles were already placed on the servant's body.
Seeing the black shackles, Wang Anliang immediately understood that these people should be here specifically to arrest him.
Normally, teams patrolling the streets would not carry such heavy shackles.
"Why do you arrest people casually?" Wang Anliang looked at the Dongchang captain with his sword unsheathed around him warily, and then stared at Duan Tianming and asked.
"How can there be so much nonsense? Why don't you need any reason to arrest people in Dongchang?" With that, Duan Tianming kicked him out.
Wang Anliang was carefully guarding against the captains around him, but he didn't expect that Duan Tianming would take action again, and was hit accurately in the lower abdomen by this kick.
Suddenly, he took three steps back.
Just when he was about to fight back, an unknown school captain behind him kicked him again, and he was kicked to the ground like a dog.
His whole body was lying on the muddy street.
Before he could get up, the back of the knife was swaying all over the sky and was covered in pictures.
"You, you are violating the law and discipline. I will sue you." Wang Anliang held his head in his hands and continued to scold loudly.
But no one responded to him.
What responded to him was another round of overwhelming sword backs.
