Nongmen Space: Farming lady is not easy to mess with

Chapter 52 I hope you have the last laugh

A burly man with a scarred face took a step forward, looked up and down Shu Yingtong who was empty-handed and Zhu Yu who was carrying a big knife, and looked contemptuously at those men holding torches.

"I still thought that the girl the six sons were talking about was some kind of powerful person, but she turned out to be a little girl who would fall when the wind blows. These men don't know what kind of pustules it is. It's ridiculous to let a little girl be in charge!"

The arrogant expression made his scarred face even more ferocious.

"I hope you have the last laugh."

Shu Yingtong replied flatly, raised her arm and took a step back.

The villagers standing silently behind the torch quickly stepped forward, each holding a pruned bamboo in the shape of a short branch.

The bearded man standing in the middle laughed loudly, "Bamboo? Hahaha!" He raised his long knife and shouted, "Brothers, the knife should be given some blood!"

The villager holding the bamboo didn't say a word, rushed forward and narrowed the encirclement, quickly lowered the bamboo and savagely attacked the rushing swordsmen.

The crisp sound of the knife being cut on the bamboo branch and the scream of the iron piercing the flesh resounded through the sky.

There are many branches of bamboo, and the bamboo poles are long. The villagers forming a formation are like holding a large bush of thorns against a long knife.

When he was chopping in a hurry, before he could react, he was poked with a bloody hole by the tip of the iron gun at the end.

"Oh... I knew I would have stabbed someone with one..."

Zhu Yu looked enviously at the two groups who were fighting in full swing, and suddenly felt that the big knife in his hand was nothing.

I saw the girl come back from someone to cut bamboo, and they took Huzi daddy to trim the branches, brushed with tung oil, and finally installed an iron tip.

I asked the girl what it was for, and the answer was for fighting.

She laughed at that time, what kind of fight can this make, it's all gaudy.

Now I can't laugh anymore, my face is still hot.

"Stop it all!"

A tall and thin man with hanging eyebrows came out screaming and carrying a seven or eight-year-old boy, with a long knife in his hand across the boy's neck.

Behind him was a woman who came after him begging and crying.

"Dongsheng!" Zhu Yu yelled in a low voice, his eyes were about to burst, and he was about to charge upwards with the knife.

Shu Yingtong grabbed her arm and reprimanded in a low voice: "You want him to die?"

"Girl, save him quickly..." Zhu Yu was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan, wanting to rush but dared not.

"stop!"

Shu Yingtong gave a clear shout, and the imposing villagers stopped their movements, pointed their guns at the remaining thugs, and refused to give an inch.

"What do you mean by arresting this child?" Shu Yingtong took half a step forward, looking coldly at the man with the slender eyebrows.

"Put down your weapons, let's go! Or I'll cut his throat!"

Shu Yingtong raised her hand to gather the wind blown hair from her cheeks behind her ears, and the villagers holding the torches immediately moved to half-surround the man with hanging eyebrows.

The firelight illuminated his face clearly, and the orange-red flame dazzled his eyes.

A woman quietly helped Cuiping, who was limp on the ground from crying, to one side to comfort her.

"Don't you know that he is not a child of our village?"

"Stop talking nonsense, and ask if you can put down your weapon!"

The long knife pressed down on Dongsheng's neck, and a line of blood slowly slipped down from Dongsheng's neck in the light of the fire.

The man with the slender eyebrows was confident, and judging from the reactions of the villagers, he knew that he had caught the right person.

Shu Yingtong moved half a step to the side, and asked in a low voice, "Are you sure?"

"Have."

Hearing the confident answer sounded from not far behind, Shu Yingtong snapped his fingers behind his back.

huh~
A featherless arrow flew across the night sky and pierced straight between the eyebrows of the man with the slender eyebrows.

"pretty."

"Award."

The man fell straight to the ground, and a villager holding a torch quickly threw the torch and stretched out his hand to pull away Diao Shaomei's arm, grabbed Dongsheng by the skirt of his clothes, hugged him in his arms, and ran towards Shu Yingtong.

"Clean up!"

As soon as the order was issued, all the villagers holding the bamboo poles agreed, and killed all the remaining thugs with such force.

The smell of blood rose to the sky, the ground was stained red with blood, and a battle came to an end with no casualties.

Shu Yingtong looked coldly at the thugs who showed disdain before and finally cried and begged for a way out, and sneered.

Ever since she suffered two big blows, she no longer intends to continue to suffer.

The villagers don't know fighting skills, what they have is only courage and brute force, even if they hold a big knife, they are not very good at it.

The first time in Hideyoshi Village, there were many casualties in the unarmed fight against Huang's thugs, but in the second fight with weapons, more than half of them were still injured.

The wolf whisk used this time looks ordinary, but it is actually an anti-Japanese artifact.

Specialized long knife.

"Dongsheng... Dongsheng!"

Cuiping, who was frightened out of her wits, broke away from the woman who was supporting her, staggered and scrambled to Shu Yingtong's feet.

Kneeling on the side, trembling with tears all over her face, she watched her treat the child's wound without blinking.

Dongsheng stared blankly at the distance without focus, neither crying nor fussing.

After Shu Yingtong applied the medicine and bandaged him, he patted his face, flicked his forehead with his fingers, "Look at me."

Dong Sheng turned his head in a wooden manner, still blankly expressionless.

"you are very brave."

Dongsheng's eyes moved.

"In view of your outstanding performance, now you and your mother can go to Huiru to get two catties of white noodles and a piece of cured fish."

"Really? I was rewarded for being brave?"

"Well, let's go." Shu Yingtong waved to Huiru who was standing beside her.

"Wow~" Dongsheng jumped off Shu Yingtong's lap and threw himself into Cuiping's arms crying loudly, "Mother...I'm so scared...uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu..."

"Mother is here, don't be afraid. The girl has praised you."

Cuiping hugged Dongsheng and bowed gratefully to Shu Yingtong. The child was frightened and stupid just now, so it's good to cry.

"Yes, I'm not afraid! I'm very brave..." Dongsheng wiped his tears with his sleeves, and looked at Cuiping with aggrieved eyes, "I'm still a little scared, can I be brave again tomorrow... woo woo woo..."

"Okay." Huiru smiled and stepped forward to hold his hand, "Let's go, take you to get some good things, I'll share some of my brown sugar with you, and let your mother steam brown sugar buns for you tomorrow."

"Woooo...I've never eaten brown sugar steamed buns...Is it delicious? Woooo..." Dongsheng was crying and walked away by Huiru.

"This...how can this coaxer take it seriously...he dare not take the girl's things, I'll take him back right away."

Cuiping hurriedly followed to take Dongsheng away.

"Girls never tell lies to coax children, so take it for you, don't let Dongsheng down."

Huiru smiled and took Cuiping's arm and led her to the kitchen.

"Girl, how to deal with those?"

Father Huzi waited for them to walk around the corner, and waved his hands to disperse the villagers who were blocking the corpse.

"Find a hill and bury it, and pick up a few loads of slaked lime over there."

"Okay, I'll make arrangements."

The sound of horseshoes sounded, and the villagers were on high alert immediately, and they took off their guards when they saw the people on the horses clearly.

The bay red horse carried Jing Yunyan into the village, and with a plop, the man slipped off the horse's back.

"This... What's the matter, Mr. Jing?"

"Girl, he is injured all over, what should we do?"

Shu Yingtong glanced at the people on the ground with disgust, "Bring me to the room."

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