Chapter 153 Violent

Zhou Jing touched his chin: "No? Or don't you dare?"

"No, no!" The old farmer hurriedly changed his words.

"Okay, then I won't bother my father-in-law."

Zhou Jing didn't say anything, waded in the mud, turned his head and wanted to leave.

Seeing this, the old farmer hesitated for a moment, suddenly called Zhou Jing from behind and whispered:

"Although this man doesn't know where you came from, if you want to find the bad luck of Wujiazhuang, you should give up your thoughts. The five or six hundred village guests in their mansion are not easy to meet, and they often respect the county magistrate. Even if they want to sue the official, they have no way to enter. Moreover, the eldest son of the Wu family will have to pass the exam in the future, and this is the nobleman of the family."

"What my father-in-law said is reasonable."

Zhou Jing nodded and did not continue to talk.

He walked out of the field and thought secretly:

‘Apostle No. 4 is a violent and rebellious temperament. He must do the so-called way of doing the heavens regardless of the consequences. What kind of heaven can be replaced and which way of doing? How do you understand this? What level is violent to reach?’

Wujiazhuang is a large landlord and there is no need to think about the class component. It must be an exploiter. The more abundant the family property and the wider the attack, the more ruthless the exploitation.

Although he had no good impression of the landlord class in the feudal period, the existence of the landlord class did have historical reasons, and it was even considered part of maintaining the feudal social order.

If such a goal is not a silly evil, then is it the object of the Apostle No. 4 who "performs the way for heaven"?

Zhou Jing is not particularly sure.

After all, the other party did not provoke him, and he had no grudges in the past, and he was even treated politely to him, and everyone was at peace.

According to the concept of modern people in the main world, it is the best way to protect yourself and protect yourself alone, so why bother to cause trouble without reason?

Although Zhou Jing hated the Wu family's hobbies, he didn't know if this hobbies were normal in the social atmosphere of this world.

Putting aside this factor, the old lady is quite good at being a human being, and at first glance, she doesn't look like a villain.

Moreover, this village is quite popular, and Wujiazhuang is obviously the pillar of maintaining local order.

If it is turned off, it will not only overthrow a landlord and gentry, but also overthrow the order that the local area has been operating for many years and is accustomed to.

Zhou Jing thought so, and couldn't help but have a new understanding of the life goals of the Apostle No. 4.

"The sky streets are all the bones of the ministers and the way for the heavens. These two goals are integrated together. The so-called rebellion of the Apostle No. 4 is probably not as simple as overthrowing a dynasty, but regards all exploiting classes as enemies, but no matter what role they play in maintaining order... The Apostle No. 4 does this kind of thing, not for the people, nor does it need to start for the people, but simply upholds the 'morality' of ignorance. Strictly speaking, this is a thief among the thieves..."

"And in this world, the true great evil will not be shown to others in the face of evil people. They are dissolved in order and depend on order, often put on a good face, exert kindness, disguise themselves with thoughtful etiquette, and confuse others... They turn themselves into order itself, making exploitation a normal state that the world is accustomed to. They tie themselves with the people of some classes, and if everyone benefits, they can also benefit themselves, and if there is a risk, they will pass it down below - although this is the law of social operation, in the eyes of the Apostle No. 4, I am afraid that these things are the original sin."

Thoughts flashed through Zhou Jing's mind, and then he felt a little worried.

It's okay when you shuttle in person, but once you enter the placement mode, it's to let the tiger go back to the mountain. Even if you set up a conservative placement plan, as long as the Apostle No. 4 acts according to your personality, you don't know what will happen.

‘If this is true, then the current strength of the Apostle No. 4 is really not enough to create. You need to step up your martial arts practice to truly protect yourself.’

Just as he pondered and thought, a noise suddenly came.

Zhou Jing came to his senses and looked up and found that many farmers left their farm work and gathered in one direction.

His eyes flashed and he followed the crowd.

...

Soon, Zhou Jing followed the crowd to a grassy house outside the village, where many people were gathering, and it was noisy.

A group of farmers were gathered outside, pointing fingers.

There are more than a dozen Wujiazhuang guests inside, surrounded by a strong young man.

The strong young man was waving his whip and was whipping a few thin village men, making people scream.

These beaten village men were covered in blood, but they dared not resist and begged:

"Please give you a few more months of grace! Our family really has no food. I will take it away for you. We can't bear it this year!"

"If you want to take our cow, then my family will not be able to survive!"

Is this collecting rent?

Zhou Jing raised his eyebrows.

Just as he was judging the situation, a bearded farmer suddenly rushed out of the grass house.

The bearded farmer held a fork and said angrily:

"Wu Fang! If you don't let me live, I will fight with you!"

After the words came, the bearded farmer raised his fork and rushed towards the leading young man.

The young man called Wu Fang snorted coldly when he saw this, snorted by the servant next to him, and then turned his hand and pressed the fork of the bearded farmer. No matter how hard the bearded farmer tried, he could not pull out the fork.

"Zhang San, you are brave enough to fight me?"

Wu Fang shouted violently, stepped forward and raised his hand, tucked the stick along the fork pole, and injured the bearded farmer's arms twice, causing his weapon to be removed.

Then, he pushed the bearded farmer to the ground with a tip of his stick.

The bearded farmer Zhang San covered his chest with a painful expression, but glared at Wu Fang angrily and said fiercely:

"Shiko! Come on, hit me in the head. If you can't kill me, you are a grandson!"

Wu Fang was furious:

"As you seek death, you will be able to fulfill your wishes!"

He raised his whistle and was about to knock him down.

At this time, Zhou Jing saw the opportunity and came out, holding the stick that was about to fall with his big hand, just like an iron hoop.

Wu Fang was very strong, but he couldn't shake it at all. He was shocked and quickly let go of the stick, took two steps back and stood next to the servant.

He looked at Zhou Jing, confirmed that he was a strange face, frowned and said:

"I wonder what you can do about this hero?"

"Just watch the fun." Zhou Jing weighed the whistle, paused to the ground, looked around the group of people present, and asked, "What happened here?"

When Wu Fang found out that he was a meddling man, he couldn't help but feel bored and cursed a few words inwardly. It was obvious that Zhou Jing was not easy to mess with, so he had to suppress his anger and bow to explain:

"I am Wu Fang, the third young master of Wujiazhuang here. These villagers borrowed money from my family and issued a loan note. Now the date has come, and I will collect debts from them. Unexpectedly, these troublemakers are just trying to pay for their debts. I was so angry that I couldn't help but get heavier."

Before Zhou Jing could speak, Zhang San spat out and said angrily:

"What you want to pay off money by lent money in Wu's money! Every time you get a few points, how can we afford it?"

Wu Fang looked at him coldly: "Who asked you to borrow money?"

"If we can't survive, if we don't borrow money, the family will starve to death. What can we do?" A whipped farmer next to him couldn't help but say.

Wu Fang shook his head and snorted, "Since you borrowed money, what else can you say? If you don't farm hard, you will not get a good harvest all year round, which will make you unable to survive. That's your business, who will blame me?"

Hearing this, another farmer who was whipped couldn't help but scream:

"Every year, the harvest is paid, the court taxes are paid, and the land rent of your Wu family is paid, how much do we have left? If the rent is not too high, how could we not survive?"

Wu Fang was impatient and shouted: "This has been the rule since ancient times. Don't say anything irrelevant to birds! It is natural to pay back debts. If you can tell the truth today, you can't escape this! Either pay the rent or use the land and plow ox to pay!"

Zhang San reluctantly stood up, pointed at Wu Fang and cursed:

"Don't you go! Your Wu family collects such a heavy rent. Every winter, if you don't borrow money from you, you will not be able to survive. Do you dare to say that this is not a deliberate way to block our way? Your Wu family only allows the land and ox to mortgage it, obviously trying to swallow our land. How many people in the village do not owe your family debts? You use this method to clearly want to turn us into all the tenants who have no money from our family, and have always owed you money and farmed for your family for generations."

Wu Fang glared and shouted angrily: "Nothing is wrong! You have all set up loan notes, and even if you sue the government, you will be unreasonable!"

Zhang San said angrily: "Go to his mother's government, it's a feather! If it weren't for the desperate situation, who would have borrowed your family's debt? You took my lifeline and touched your lips, and you will naturally deal with it everywhere!"

The village man who was whipped next to him was also angry and couldn't help but agree:

"I borrowed fields from your Wu family to cultivate. Your old lady asked me to pay the rent for the fat field, but in fact it was the skinny field. I wanted to argue with him several times, but I was driven out by your farmer. Now you use this deed to bully me!"

"Yes, this guy is just trying to harm me!" Zhang San pointed at Wu Fang angrily and said loudly: "Once the year is not good, it is when your Wu family succeeds. First, take away our surplus grain, then take away our ox, and finally annex our land and let us sell our bodies. If you have a deposit in your hands, you will have your own reasons. If we don't want to hand over the land, we have to sell our children and daughters, and send them to your Wu family as slaves and maids. Someone's daughter has even made an outdoor room for your master! I have lived enough of this shitty life!"

Wu Fang was so angry that he trembled all over and said angrily:

"Rebellion! Rebellion! My Wu family is willing to give you money to feed you food and drink, but you are here to slander me like this! You should let your mud legs starve to death!"

"Didn't your Wu family's harvest be planted by us? Bah!" Zhang San spat at his face.

Wu Fang hurriedly dodged, but his clothes were still covered with thick phlegm with blood.

"You really want to die!"

Wu Fang's eyes were red with anger and he picked up the whip and was about to whip it hard.

However, when the whip was halfway through, Zhou Jing grabbed his palm and could not be hit.

Wu Fang was stopped by this man twice, and he was also popular.

He pointed at Zhou Jing's nose and shouted angrily: "You guy! I've taught my own village man a lesson. What does it have to do with you? Let me go away quickly, don't be ungrateful!"

Upon hearing this, Zhou Jing didn't say anything, and slapped his backhand in the face.

Bang!

A crisp sound.

Wu Fang flew out like a gyro, his mouth was bleeding, his cheeks swollen, and half of his teeth were knocked off and he fell to the ground unconscious.
To be continued...