Chapter 1274: Killing Pigs and Sheep to Make Stewed Food

Chapter 1274: Killing Pigs and Sheep to Make Stewed Food

There were several motorcycles with no one on them, and at the end there was a tricycle.

"Damn, it can't be such a coincidence, right?" Zeng Wangcai couldn't help but think of the conflict between him and Zhujia Village when he was catching toads.

There are still many conflicts between villages across the country, but since the acquisition of BIUBIUBIU a few years ago, the scale of conflicts between villages has become much smaller.

In the protected area around Zengzhuang, Zengzhuang is naturally the boss because of Zeng Wangcai. No village dares to challenge Zengzhuang head-on because their good life today is brought by Zengzhuang.

But there are still small conflicts between villagers. There's nothing we can do about it. This is how things are in the countryside.

"I'm not afraid of being beaten again!" Zhang Xiuzhi said calmly.

At that time, Zhang Xiuzhi was at the pond not far ahead, and she defeated everyone with her fierce performance in a group fight.

"What are you fighting for?" Zeng Wangcai took out his cell phone. "What era is this? Are you still fighting? Even if we are fighting... it's not us... Hey, Lao Niu, call some young people from the village to come over. The south side of the mountain... is where we fought with Zhujia Village back then..."

In just over ten minutes, the main force arrived.

Leading the group was Zeng Niu riding a motorcycle, followed by several trucks that were used to transport goods in the village. The manufacturer of the trucks was Fang Wulin.

"Brother Cai, who is it? Who is so bold..." Zeng Niu was very excited. He didn't even turn off the motorcycle. He jumped off and threw the motorcycle to the side of the road. He pulled out a sickle from his waist and said, "Who is it? Where is he? Kill him!"

This guy used to be in the militia company, and later became a village cadre, and has worked his way up to where he is today.

He knew better than anyone that if something happened to Zeng Wangcai in the village, not only would he be ruined, but the entire village would be ruined, not to mention that without Zeng Wangcai, there would be no village today.

So just now he was leading his men to go to work, and when he received the call he rushed over in a hurry, and he only had time to pick up a sickle as a weapon.

The young man following behind was not slow either, and the truck was not much slower than the motorcycle.

Young men in traditional Chinese jackets jumped off the car, holding all kinds of things in their hands.

“Who…who…Woof…Woof…” Uncle Seventh squeezed out from behind the crowd, holding his crutches tremblingly.

"Hey, how did you get him here? Are we going to fight or to give away our lives?" Zeng Wangcai didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

"Seventh Master is blocking the car. If he is not allowed to come, the car cannot move..." a young man answered in confusion.

"Okay, let's just leave it at that. Don't be in a hurry. Let's see what's going on."

"Don't worry, leave it to me!"

Zeng Niu walked forward, glanced at the license plate of the motorcycle and laughed angrily: "Damn it, it's Zhu Damao's car. Needless to say, people from Zhujia Village are here. Damn, have you forgotten the rules? The district has said many times that the mountains belong to everyone, but in the open season, you are absolutely not allowed to cross the boundary..."

Zhu Damao or Zhu Ermao?

Is it such a coincidence?

It was these two guys who caused trouble back then... The grass on his father's grave must be several meters tall now, right?

"Are you sure it's Zhujia Village?"

"That's right!" Zeng Niu said angrily, "I don't know how much Zhujia Village has benefited from us over the years. Their Party Secretary knows that they are usually pretty good, but some people in the village, especially the elderly, can't think straight and sometimes even quarrel with our village. Wait a minute, I'll bring people in."

As he was speaking, before Zeng Niu could gather his men and horses, people came out of the mountain.

Several villagers came out with lively pheasants in their hands, and there were even two very fat badgers.

"Zhu Damao, it's really you. How dare you steal my brother Cai's prey?" Zeng Niu saw the man and rushed forward with a sickle in his hand.

"Don't do it, it's just a misunderstanding!" A voice came from the woods, and a guy in his forties jumped out in a hurry, "Old Zeng, don't do it, it's just a misunderstanding..."

"Zhu Qiang, you are the leader, right? How did you become the branch secretary?"

"Misunderstanding, misunderstanding, we are not here to steal anything, we are here to repay a favor..."

"Report what the hell...wait a minute, what are you reporting?"

"......"

What a misunderstanding!

Zhu Qiang is one of the more capable second-generation descendants of Zhu Laojiu in Zhujia Village. After serving in the army, he resolutely returned to his hometown and later succeeded Zhu Laojiu as the village party secretary.

He is open-minded, actively accepts new ideas, loves learning, and most importantly, knows how to behave.

In recent years, he has been committed to resolving the grievances between the villagers of Zhujia Village and Zengzhuang. Yesterday, when he learned that Zeng Wangcai had returned, he wanted to flatter Zeng Wangcai, but he never found an opportunity. Later, he discovered that Zeng Wangcai had set a trap and brought people over early in the morning to help with the harvest, but he did not expect a misunderstanding.

"Zeng... uh, I'm shameless enough to call you Brother Cai!" Zhu Qiang came over and said after explaining clearly, "Our two villages are close to each other, and we haven't fought for a long time. I called Uncle Da Mao and Uncle Er Mao here. We were wrong in the past, and we should apologize... Uncle, come here!"

The brothers Zhu Damao and Zhu Ermao have gray hair and are in good health. Damao has a little brain trouble and has never been married, but Ermao is better and has continued the Zhu family's bloodline.

"I'm sorry..." Zhu Damao and Zhu Ermao bowed and saluted.

"Enough, enough. It's all old stuff and it's all over." Zeng Wangcai waved his hand generously. Who the hell would bother with a fool?

"Thank you, thank you..." Zhu Qiang was overjoyed. "We'll help you take the things over, and we'll send you some more fruits later..."

Although several villages here have received care from above, they cannot compare with Zengzhuang.

So if you want to get rich, you have to find ways yourself. Zhu Qiang is a man of action. He took advantage of the village and opened up orchards and planted ecological fruits without destroying the ecology, making many people in Zhujia Village rich.

"We'll have a feast here at noon. If you have anything to send, you can take it all."

"I wish for it, I wish for it."

So, the two villages cooperated and started a fire in Zengzhuang canteen.

Not to mention chickens, ducks, and fish, a wild boar was killed and four domestic black pigs were slaughtered. Zhu Qiang not only sent fruits, but also the black goats raised in their village.

Li Youtian was promoted to general manager, directing the young people to do their work.

"Wangcai, the things you want, two pigs, two sheep, and the pheasants have all been killed. It's a bit troublesome toad, it's not finished yet..." Li Youtian asked the young man to deliver the things to Zeng Wangcai and his wife.

Zeng Wangcai and his wife prepared the things they would need for tomorrow - braised food.

"Wife, what else do you think we need? We have all the spices and ingredients."

"There's still something missing!"

"What's the difference?"

"There's no large intestine!"

"Uncle Youtian, Uncle Youtian, where are my intestines? Where are my intestines..."