Reborn in the 1980s: Nine Stunning Beauties Get Pregnant Before Marriage

Erniu grabbed a carrying pole and followed behind Zhuzi, cursing under his breath: "Those bastards from Jinjiatun, they're asking for it again!"

Zhao Fugen shouted from behind, "Don't act rashly, assess the situation first!"

But who could listen to anything at this point? A dozen or so people followed Chen Yongqiang, heading towards the irrigation canal in a grand procession.

Before we even arrived at our destination, we could hear Yang Dahai's voice from afar.

He stood by the ditch and shouted to the people on the other side:

"Jin Mancang! Tell your men to stop!"

Beside the ditch, two groups of people were wrestling. It was more of a one-sided bullying than a fight.

There are only seven or eight people in Shimen Village, and they are all elderly, mostly men in their fifties or sixties.

They were being pushed and shoved by the people of Jinjiatun; some were pinned to the ground, while others were grabbed by their collars, leaving them no way to fight back.

There were even more people in Jinjiatun, at least twenty or so, all of them young and strong men.

They surrounded the old men from Shimen Village, pushing and shoving them, and some even deliberately kicked them.

Yang Dahai stood in the middle, trying to stop them but unable to, and was sweating profusely with anxiety.

Jin Mancang stood at the back of the crowd, a cigarette dangling from his lips, looking completely unconcerned.

Hearing Yang Dahai's shout, he slowly exhaled a puff of smoke:

"Yang Dahai, you see, there are so many people, I can't hold them back."

As he spoke, he shrugged, looking helpless.

The eldest and second eldest brothers are still being held in the police station for illegally logging timber.

Jin Mancang had finally gotten this opportunity to fight the people of Shimen Village openly and fairly. Would he let it go?

Water was released from the irrigation canal, and the two villages fought over the water. This kind of thing happens every year, but it has never escalated to this extent before.

The fight broke out suddenly today, and they specifically chose a time when there were few people in Shimen Village, and they specifically targeted the elderly men. This is not a coincidence, it was intentional.

Jin Mancang wanted to take this opportunity to vent his anger and get revenge.

Before Chen Yongqiang could even speak, the young men behind him, including the pillar, couldn't hold back any longer.

"Fuck him!" Without saying a word, Zhu Zi grabbed his carrying pole and charged over.

The dozen or so villagers who were helping build the house couldn't stand it anymore when they saw their old man being bullied. They grabbed their weapons and rushed over.

Chen Yongqiang didn't care about anything else; he just wanted to fight first.

Just as he had this idea, a man from Jinjiatun rushed up to Chen Yongqiang.

The man was burly and had a face full of menacing features. He threw a punch at Chen Yongqiang's face.

The punch whistled through the air, creating a whooshing sound. If it were an ordinary person, they would have been smashed in the face.

But Chen Yongqiang is no ordinary person. Although he hasn't started cultivating immortality yet, his physique, which he has been drinking spiritual spring water for a long time, is already far superior to that of ordinary people.

His reaction speed was far superior to that of ordinary people; to him, that punch was like a slow-motion scene.

Chen Yongqiang shifted his body slightly, his fist grazing past Chen Yongqiang's cheek without even touching a hair.

Before the man could react after his punch missed, Chen Yongqiang's counterattack had already arrived.

He raised his hand and punched the man in the stomach. With a muffled thud, the man opened his mouth as if to scream, but no sound came out. He fell to his knees with a thud.

Chen Yongqiang didn't even glance at him before turning around and rushing into the crowd.

Because the young people from Shimen Village arrived, and Chen Yongqiang was able to handle three or five people on his own, the situation on the scene was quickly turned around.

Zhu Zi and his gang were seething with anger, so they charged into the crowd and started fighting.

They specifically targeted the people from Jinjiatun, swinging a carrying pole to knock one down and kicking another over, all while cursing and swearing.

Chen Yongqiang weaved through the crowd, his movements so fast that he was almost invisible.

A man from Jinjiatun rushed over, but he dodged to the side and knocked the man down with a backhand punch.

Another person attacked from behind, but he didn't even turn his head and kicked the person away.

One punch, one kick, and even three or five burly men surrounding him couldn't touch a single corner of his clothes.

The people of Jinjiatun were starting to crumble. Just moments ago they were incredibly arrogant, but now they were all scrambling for their lives.

Some were beaten until their faces were covered in blood, while others lay on the ground clutching their stomachs, unable to get up.

The young men from Shimen Village fought harder and harder, chasing them all over the irrigation canals.

Jin Mancang stood at the back, his face growing increasingly grim.

"Yang Dahai! Tell your men to stop!"

Yang Dahai sneered as he watched the scene:

"Secretary Jin, you saw it too. There are so many people, I couldn't stop them."

These were the words Jin Mancang had just said to Yang Dahai, and now Yang Dahai was returning them verbatim.

He also tried to reason with them, shouting a few words at the top of his lungs:

"Stop hitting him!"

"Stop it, all of you!"

But that sound had long been drowned out by the sounds of beatings, cursing, and wailing; even he himself couldn't hear it clearly.

One by one, the people of Jinjiatun fell down, clutching their heads and stomachs, rolling around on the ground, wailing in agony.

The young people of Shimen Village, their eyes bloodshot, chased after those who were still running, slapping them with carrying poles and hoes.

Until there was no one left standing at Jinjiatun, about twenty men lay sprawled on the ground.

Some had blood all over their faces, while others were curled up in a ball clutching their stomachs, their cries of pain subsiding before Yang Dahai finally spoke.

"That's enough, just don't kill anyone." Yang Dahai glanced at the people on the ground.

Chen Yongqiang waved his hand at Zhu Zi and the others: "Alright, stop fighting."

Zhu Zi and his group then stopped and stood in twos and threes to the side, their eyes still fixed on the people on the ground, looking as if they hadn't had enough.

Friction between the two villages, disputes over water and land, and fights over irrigation ditches and roads, happens every year, and it's normal for them to fight.

But if someone is actually killed, then the nature of the incident is completely different; it's no longer a village feud, but a criminal case.

Chen Yongqiang understood this principle, and so did Zhu Zi and the others.

The people from Jinjiatun on the ground were still groaning and moaning. A few of them struggled to get up, but then lay down again.

Jin Mancang stood at a distance, his face ashen, unable to utter a single word.

This matter is far from over.

Although the fighting by the canal had stopped, the anger between the two villagers had not subsided.

I don't know who called the police. About twenty minutes later, the sound of police sirens could be heard in the distance, getting closer and closer, and soon a police car drove up to the ditch.

The car door opened, and two police officers got out, one in his thirties and the other younger.

They looked at the scene; there was still blood on the ground, and several people had bruises on their faces and bodies. The two villagers were facing each other dozens of meters apart, and the atmosphere was very tense.

"What's going on?" The older police officer glanced at the people on both sides.

Yang Dahai stepped forward and briefly explained what had happened: a dispute over water, a verbal altercation, and then a physical fight.

He didn't embellish the story or show favoritism towards his own people; he simply stated the facts.

Jin Mancang also came over and pointed at the people from Shimen Village, saying that they would make the first move.

Yang Dahai immediately retorted, saying that the people from Jinjiatun hit the old man first.

The villagers on both sides started arguing again, each saying something to the other, and their voices grew louder and louder.

"Alright!" the older police officer shouted, calming the situation down.

He and the young police officer separated the people on both sides, took some statements, questioned a few key people, and looked at the injured.

Fortunately, they were all superficial injuries and nothing serious happened.

After taking statements for more than half an hour, the two police officers exchanged glances, and the older one spoke up:

"Alright, everyone disperse. If you have any problems in the future, go to the village officials to resolve them. Don't take matters into your own hands."

And just like that, the police car drove away. There's nothing that can be done about this kind of thing.

There were dozens of people involved in the fight. Should we arrest them all? The police station only has a few people, and the detention center doesn't have that much space.

Besides, there are dozens of families behind them. If a group of people are arrested, how many wives and children will be left without support?