Here, the chaotic and rapid footsteps arrived at the edge of the field again.

It's someone from Changping Village.

Lao Yang rushed to the front, followed by Chang Geng, Daniu, Wang Hongquan and Luo Tiejiang.

The two sons of Lao Jiangtou's family, as well as the villagers in the village who have benefited from Yang Huazhong.

A swarm of bees came.

Huh-hu-la-la, some held poles in their hands, and some held hoes.

Old Yangtou, who was at the forefront, was the most domineering, holding a curved sickle in his hand.

Coupled with the face that was flushed black and red from running, it was filled with murderous intent.

At first glance, it looks a bit like the scythe killer in a Hollywood movie.

However, Yang Ruoqing felt warm in her heart right now.

"Master, why are you here too?"

She stepped forward to meet him and asked.

Lao Yangtou gasped and said, "You two come here, can we not come?"

"Where is the bitch from Rich Master Li's family? Old man, I want to cut him to vent my anger on my son."

Yang Ruoqing felt moved in her heart.

"Sir, Tang Yazi and I drove him away," she said.

"ah"

Lao Yangtou was surprised, and Chang Geng and the others were also surprised.

Then I looked at the fields and ridges over there. There were traces of fighting, as well as footprints of hasty escapes stained with cow dung, extending all the way to Lijia Village.

"here you go"

Old Yang praised it, and everyone was relieved.

After a brief moment of excitement, Old Yang looked at the two fields in front of him.

"No wonder four taels of silver per acre are really two good fields."

The old man sighed.
Chapter completed!