Return to 2001 to pursue dreams

In the afternoon of the next day, the old canal ferry suddenly became lively for the first time in ten years since it was abandoned. The residents of Dadun Town, Zhang Goudan's hometown, gathered from all directions after lunch. They were all filled with indignation and vowed to call them Japanese. People are beaten to death. In our country, you can insult someone's eighteen generations of ancestors, but there is a bottom line. If you say someone is Japanese, unfortunately, if the bottom line is exceeded, you will definitely fight to death.

These farmers don't think about whether things are true or false. Even if they are just trying to catch the wind, they can't let it go. Otherwise, the whole town will not be able to hold its head high. As soon as the rumors about Zhang Goudan spread, villagers from all over the country immediately united. Anyone who could move around, without exception, carried anything that could be used as a weapon, such as dung forks, fire sticks, and stones. The old lady with a pursed mouth and little bound feet was not willing to be left behind, and followed the crowd towards the battlefield with a cane.

Even the police from the town police station followed suit, changing into civilian clothes and following the large troops. Pizhou is such a magical place. It's okay to say it's ignorant, and it's okay to say the people are strong.

The exact number of people is unclear, but the queue is several miles long. Of course, there are many people who are not too big a fan of the fun and come to join in the crowd.

Gao Hongda, who was watching this scene from a distance upstairs with a telescope, and everyone else's minds were buzzing. How could they fight this one? If so many people rushed over, even if they stepped on them, they would trample more than a hundred of them into flesh. Mu, the murderer has not been found yet. I lament that this piece of shit is really fucking bad.

Yan Gaoliang took his mobile phone and began to give instructions: "Send apples!"

A pickup truck passed through the queue with a loudspeaker on it, and the sound was loud and repeated: "A large company in Beijing donated [-] jins of apples and [-] jins of potatoes to the residents of our town. Every person holding a Dadun Town resident ID card will Each person receives two kilograms of Dashahe apples and two kilograms of potatoes. The distribution location is at the square in front of the town government! First come, first served, while supplies last, there will be no waiting."

The effect began to show. First, the eyes of the old men and women shone brightly. Without saying a word, they turned around and returned to the town. Their vigorous pace made it impossible to tell their age. Don't take advantage of it, you bastard!

Then there were some ladies, young and old, who originally came to have fun with the crowd. It didn’t matter who scolded the Japanese. Anyway, they didn’t hear it with their own ears, so it would be more economical to take some potatoes and apples home.

The most troubling thing is a group of middle-aged men, who are raising a family and raising a family. Even though they are old, they still join in the fun with their teenagers, but they should not go because they are afraid that the people in the village will look down on them. Originally, he was not very motivated to cause trouble. When he heard that there were apples for him, he started to find various reasons to leave the team in his village. When the villagers couldn't see him anymore, he quickly ran back to the town. As a joke, a pound of apples were sold at retail. It's more than a dollar, and it's something that relatives wouldn't be willing to buy unless they visit. Taking it back to give the children teeth as a gift is better than anything else.

One takes away ten, and ten takes away a hundred. So their team suddenly split up and ran in two directions. Only the half-grown children and young men were still filled with indignation and wanted to beg for an explanation, and had no interest in those potatoes, apples and the like. Many of them were promised appearance fees by Zhang Goudan, so they definitely couldn't make a small sacrifice and they would not turn around and go back no matter what.

At this time, the team in Dadun Town immediately thinned out, and there were less than a thousand people together. Nine times out of ten, they will be seduced by potatoes and apples.

However, these more than a thousand people can be considered elites. At least they have cars, tricycles, and motorcycles. There are hundreds of them, and their momentum is quite impressive.

The people on Gao Hongda's side felt a lot more relaxed. Brother Liang gave the order again: "Slowly distribute the apples and potatoes to hold them back. The rest of the people will eat when they need to eat and drink when they need to. If they don't show up, they will be consumed first." Hours."

Zhang Fugui, his boss who was dawdling, also promised to arrive with support in two hours.

As the saying goes, it will be exhausted again and again. Among the rabble beside the canal, those who could not get the appearance fee began to feel uneasy. Slowly, some people began to get impatient and leave. If the enemy does not appear, here There's no point in wasting it, so why not go home and play cards.

Two hours later, Zhang Goudan, his head wrapped in gauze, carrying a machete, and more than 100 die-hards arrived at the agreed location. Obviously he was not satisfied with the situation at the scene. It was not as promised. Are thousands of people helping me out? Why are there only these hundreds of people left, and they are all droopy and lethargic. In order to improve morale, he sent a message to everyone who came to help today. Each person would be paid an appearance fee of [-] yuan, and the bill would be settled afterwards, which finally stabilized people's hearts.

As the sun gradually set in the west, Brother Liang blew his whistle, and everyone got in the car and began to rush to the scene of the fight. At the same time, a motorcade drove from the direction of the city. At the head was an extremely domineering Hummer off-road vehicle, followed by Several off-road vehicles and a long queue of motorcycles appeared in the field of view, dragging exhaust smoke and dust. Those motorcycles were not Qianjiang 125s that ordinary people had, but various imported heavy machines, Harleys and BMWs. Like Sharp, the riders all wore black leather jackets and trousers, exaggeratedly large leather shoes, and helmets like watermelon rinds. The people in the back seat carried baseball bats or machetes on their shoulders. Their aura instantly killed those on the river beach. Those hundreds of people.

Comrade Zhang Fugui, Gao Hongda's boss, was like a commander at the moment, leaning half out of the Hummer's sunroof, holding a cigar in his hand and a toad mirror on his head, with a proud look on his face.

The two groups of people got out of the car and merged together, talking and laughing as they walked leisurely toward the enemy camp.

Zhang Goudan's men immediately became nervous and slowly moved towards the middle. Those who were timid secretly hid at the back of the team, ready to run away at any time.

According to the procedure, the bosses on both sides are going to come out and scream, just say harsh words.

Zhang Goudan, whose head was wrapped in gauze, started a conversation with Gao Hongda's second uncle Zhao Zhiqiang.

Zhang Goudan pointed at Zhao Zhiqiang and cursed: "Zhao Zhiqiang, you are a bitch. You don't have the strength, so you still ask for help from outsiders. It's so unruly. Are you still a man?"

Zhao Zhiqiang said with a rogue face: "Stop talking nonsense, let's rely on the guy in your hand today! As for the rules, don't look in the mirror with your fucking ass, and shine others but not yourself. How many of these shrimp soldiers and crabs will you recruit in your town? What do you mean? Can’t you afford it?”

Zhang Goudan pointed the tip of his knife at Zhao Zhiqiang and said: "Don't say that we have more people and bully you than you have less people. The old rules are five to five!"