Reborn 73 years later, he takes his mother-in-law hunting in the mountains.

Chapter 631 Negotiations with Liudaogou

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Uncle Guo glanced at Zuo Xiaoying and gave a wry smile:

"What can we do if we can't bear it? We're few in number in Qidaogou, only twenty or thirty who can fight. The five tigers of the Jin family are all formidable. Add Jin Biao to the mix, and he has a gun. In every conflict, we're the ones who suffer."

If Jin Biao hadn't been afraid of the militia company on the other side of the commune and couldn't stay there for long, he probably would have swallowed up Qidaogou.

Huang Yuejuan wiped her eyes: "The village lacks medical care and medicine, and several people are more seriously injured than my grandfather."

Lu Yao felt a pang of heartache when he saw that Huang Yuejuan had lost so much weight in just two days.

I know I'm about to act impulsively.

But before he could speak, someone outside suddenly shouted:

"Uncle Guo! Uncle Guo!"

The door was kicked open, and a man in his early teens entered. He had a dark red face, was burly and thick-waisted, and was carrying an axe.

He paused for a moment when he saw Lu Yao and Zuo Xiaoying.

"This is my friend," Huang Yuejuan introduced. "This is Uncle Ermangzi, our team leader from Qidaogou."

Er Mangzi, disregarding formalities, said hastily:

"Someone from Liudaogou is here again, loitering around on the mountain ridge. I think they're trying to probe our strength. Three of the Jin family's five tigers have come, with weapons."

Uncle Guo struggled to get up: "Damn it, we people of Qidaogou would rather die standing than live kneeling! I'm going to take a look!"

He was the most knowledgeable and resourceful man in the village, so the brigade leader would always come to him for help with analysis when there was a problem.

Lu Yao reached out and pressed Uncle Guo down: "You lie down, I'll go with him to take a look."

Er Mangzi sized up Lu Yao: "You're a guest, don't get involved."

Lu Yao smiled and said, "I was a militia company commander back in my hometown, so I know a thing or two. Let's see how it goes."

Zuo Xiaoying stood up: "I'll go too."

Lu Yao glared at him: "Stay put."

Startled, Zuo Xiaoying stuck out her tongue and took a step back.

Huang Yuejuan knew that Lu Yao was capable, but after all, this was not Jiapigou.

She pulled him along worriedly, asking, "You country bumpkin, can you handle this?"

Once Lu Yao's sense of loyalty kicked in, he couldn't suppress it.

The more Huang Yuejuan worried about him, the more he felt that if he couldn't help her, he would have wasted Yuejuan's silent sacrifices for him.

He patted her hand: "It's alright, I have a way."

In reality, he didn't even know the opponent's strength, so he had no way to deal with them; all he had was his own courage.

I wanted to go and meet this group of people.

Er Mangzi led Lu Yao out, where there were still more than a dozen people waiting.

They were all members of the Qidaogou commune.

Two of them were carrying cannon barrels.

The rest of them carried sticks.

He didn't say a word, and followed behind Er Mangzi and Lu Yao when they came out.

Everyone walked out of the village and climbed the mountain ridge together.

The northwest wind on the hill is fierce, slapping my face until it hurts.

There were seven or eight people standing on the ridge, all from Qidaogou.

One person was holding a pickaxe handle and a sickle, while another was carrying a homemade cannon with a gunpowder bag tucked into his waistband.

Looking north, there are also shadowy figures in the woods below Liangzi, and there are definitely more people than here.

"Three of the five tigers of the Jin family have arrived." Er Mangzi pointed over there, "Eldest Jin, Second Jin, and Third Jin. The eldest is cunning, the second is naive, and the third is a reckless scoundrel."

Lu Yao squinted at him.

They were looking this way too, the two groups were about a hundred meters apart, and neither of them moved forward.

Er Mangzi asked Lu Yao, "What do you think we should do?"

Er Mangzi had a lot of passion and a never-give-up spirit, but unfortunately he couldn't beat his opponent. He lost every time he fought, so he reluctantly came to talk to his opponent.

Lu Yao waved his hand:

"I'll go take a look."

He then led the way forward.

The others were a dozen or so steps behind him.

Jin Laosan was the first to come over.

Lu Yao took a dozen steps forward, and Jin Laosan came up to meet him from the opposite side.

The two stood in the middle of the ridge, three sept meters apart.

Jin Lao Er was in his early thirties, with a face full of fat and wearing a black cotton-padded jacket with the collar open, revealing a red undershirt tucked into his waistband, with a dagger attached to his belt.

He sized Lu Yao up and down, a sneer playing on his lips: "Who do you think you are? Who let their pants down and exposed you? Are you a buddy from Qidaogou?"

Lu Yao remained expressionless and said calmly:

"I'm just passing by. I heard there's a dispute between you two, so I came to see if I could mediate."

Jin Laosan scoffed, "Speak? Giving birth and producing shit—who do you think you are?"

Lu Yao didn't reply, but glanced behind him.

Jin Lao Da and Jin Lao Er stood below, and the people in the woods behind them also came out one after another.

There were about a dozen men, all carrying weapons.

"I'm just an outsider, and I can't stand by and watch. You guys from Liudaogou and Qidaogou see each other all the time, do you really have to fight to the point of killing someone?"

Jin Laosan took a step forward: "Shut the fuck up. Those cowards from Qidaogou, do they even deserve to see us? That mountain originally belonged to Liudaogou. They dared to go up the mountain to cut matsutake mushrooms; they were asking for a beating!"

"You've beaten people up, injured several, isn't that enough?"

"Enough?" Jin Laosan spat on the ground. "Enough my ass! Ask them if they still dare to go up the mountain? Do they still dare to do business with Erpangzi? Damn it, a bunch of poor bastards, daring to steal our Jin family's business!"

"I know you're the kind of person who pretends to be a good guy. Let me tell you, mind your own business. The people from Qidaogou deserved to be beaten. If you say another word, I'll beat you up too."

Lu Yao's expression turned cold. Seeing the other party's arrogance, he knew that verbal persuasion was useless against this kind of person.

She couldn't help but look at him coldly: "You're quite the braggart, aren't you?"

Jin Laosan was taken aback, not expecting this person to dare to speak like that.

"Who the hell are you cursing?"

He took a step forward and reached out to push Lu Yao in the chest.

Lu Yao didn't dodge. When his hand was about to touch the clothes, he suddenly dodged to the side, grabbed his wrist with his left hand, pressed down on his elbow with his right hand, and swept his foot away.

Jin Laosan cried out "Ouch!" and fell forward, landing face down on the ground.

Lu Yao didn't let go, twisting his arm behind his back.

" "Mom!" Jin Laosan roared, "You dare touch me!"

Lu Yao pulled the dagger from his waist and immediately cut his belt.

The baggy outer trousers and crotchless pants fell down to the knees, revealing bright red trousers with holes.

Lu Yao pressed the tip of the knife against his neck:

"Damn it, you've been cursing me for so long, aren't you enjoying it? Try cursing me again and see what happens!"

Jin Laosan tested the coldness of the blade and dared not curse anymore.

Upon seeing this, Jin Lao Er roared, "Let go of my third brother!" and charged forward with a pickaxe handle. Seven or eight men followed behind him, also surging forward with their weapons.

Er Mangzi rushed forward, took the cannon in his hand, and pointed the muzzle forward:

"Let anyone fucking take another step forward!"

Lu Yao shouted, "Come on, take one more step and I'll kill him! Come at me if you dare!"

The knife tip had already pierced Jin Laosan's neck.

The dozen or so men from Qidaogou followed, raising their homemade cannons, pickaxe handles, and sickles.

The two sides faced each other on the mountain ridge, and the air seemed frozen.

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