Why is the car wash water flowing all the way to my doorstep?

  The clear water for washing cars was drawn from the pressurized well in the Wang family's courtyard, and after wiping the car, the grayish-black muddy water flowed down along the slope, one flowing into the ditch beside the dirt road, and the other flowing to the gate of Old Zhu's house next door.

  The purple-red face that had been hiding behind the gate and peeping finally found a suitable reason, suddenly pushed open the door of his own courtyard, held his head high and walked out with his chest out.

  This man is about forty years old, not very tall, sturdy and robust, wearing a gray suit jacket with a conspicuous silk logo on the cuff, embroidered with four large characters: Pierre Cardin! Wearing an old shirt that's neither new nor old inside, below are loose and sloppy dark blue trousers, with rolled up cuffs, bare feet stuffed into leather shoes, with a cigarette dangling from his mouth, looking mighty and domineering.

  "What the hell are you doing, Wang Erhai! The dirty water has flowed to my doorstep!" The man scolded loudly, pointing at Wang Zhi's nose.

  Wang Zhijun's eyes blazed with fury, and he was about to lunge at him, but Liu Ziguang grabbed his arm: "Zhijun, don't be rash."

  Seeing Wang Zhijun being held back, Zifeng's face turned even more purple with rage, jumping up and down and cursing loudly: "Wang Erhai, you have guts? Come over here! If you can't beat me to death, then you're a coward! Hmph, you're scared, even if I lend you two balls of courage, you still wouldn't dare! You touch one hair on my head, and the police station will send people over immediately!"

  The man scolded with great relish, his voice loud and clear, quickly attracting a crowd of villagers to watch the commotion. They sat on the ground, holding their rice bowls and staring at him as he cursed in the street. His face turned purple with excitement, jumping up and down as he shouted, spittle flying everywhere. And no matter how hard he scolded, the Pierre Cardin jacket slung casually over his shoulder never fell off, which was quite a feat in itself.

  Liu Ziguang lit a cigarette, strolled over to the man's face, didn't say a word, tilted his head and stared at him. The man was intimidated by his gaze, his eyes flickered, and his tone dropped two octaves.

  "Who are you?" Liu Ziguang spat a mouthful of smoke onto the man's face, asking with extreme disdain.

  "Han Zi replied sternly: 'I'm talking to the Wang family, who are you to interrupt?'"

  "I'm Zhijun's brother, his family's affairs are my affairs, can't I ask you a question?" Liu Ziguang said, while loosening his neck and exercising his ankle.

  "Outsider, let me tell you, I am Zhu Wangzhuang's old household, Zhu Jiaolao Da Zhu Changlong. You also ask around and find out about the reputation of us four brothers of the Zhu family before jumping into this muddy water."

  "Is that all?" asked Liu Ziguang.

  Zhu Changlong faintly felt that something was off about this outsider, whose face looked ferocious and didn't seem like a good person.

  As expected, as soon as the words fell, Liu Ziguang kicked over and landed right in Zhu Changlong's chest, kicking him into a small pool by the side of the road. It was called a small pool, but it was actually just a cesspit. A few ducks were swimming in it, and when they saw this big living person splashing in, they quickly shook their wings and quacked as they ran away. The villagers who had gathered to watch also let out a cry of surprise - this outsider was too fierce, coming over and starting a fight right away!

  The cesspit was very shallow, Zhu Changlong lay inside with his face up to the sky, his whole body soaked, his face covered in dirty water, looking extremely miserable. Liu Ziguang still wouldn't let up, throwing away his cigarette butt and pointing at him, scolding loudly: "Stop showing off in front of me, you're the one who got beaten!"

  Zhu Changlong crawled out of the water pit, his heart still racing from the previous kick, and his chest was still aching, but he couldn't back down in front of his fellow villagers. With a fierce expression, he pointed at Wang Zhijun and shouted: "You're something! Just you wait!"

  As she spoke, she hastily ran back home, leaving behind a string of dirty footprints. A moment later, a middle-aged woman with triangular eyes and a young man in his early twenties rushed out from the front door. The woman rushed to the Jetta car and sat on the ground, slapping her thighs and crying loudly, scolding the street. The young man's eyebrows and Zhu Changlong were somewhat similar, but his temper was several times more violent. He rushed to Liu Ziguang's side and swung the iron shovel in his hand at his head.

  Well, it seems like a newborn calf is not afraid of tigers. As soon as he came up, he was caught off guard. On the other side, Wang Zhijun shouted loudly: "Be careful!"

  Liu Ziguang was well-prepared, and with a slight flash of movement, he stretched out his leg and tripped the young man, who fell to the ground with a thud. The iron trowel in his hand also flew out, and Liu Ziguang grabbed him by the back of his neck and pulled him up, slapping him across the face: "Looking for death, are you?"

  The shrew was startled and just wanted to come over and scold, but was intimidated by Liu Ziguang's fierce gaze, and could only continue to sit on the ground and curse loudly.

  Liu Ziguang sneered and grabbed his son, saying: "You continue to scold, go ahead and scold. For every curse you utter, I'll slap my son once."

  As he spoke, several slaps flew past again, each one carrying a strong gust of wind, showing no mercy. After a few rounds, the young man's face turned into a purple-red pig head, even more resembling his father's. His mouth was bleeding, his eyes were dull, and he looked like he had been beaten senseless. The woman was so frightened that she didn't dare to scold him again.

  Liu Ziguang threw the young man who had been beaten and was dizzy onto the ground, shouting: "Get out!"

  The shrew hastily came up to support her own son, and ran back home with a thud, closing the big door with a bang. The villagers who were watching the excitement all praised Liu Ziguang, and the old Zhu family's notorious reputation in the village was evident.

  "Hey young man, hurry up and leave, or it'll be too late when Zhu Da calls for people to come." An old man with his arms crossed, squatting in the sun, kindly advised.

  "Big brother, the Zhu family's kids are not good eggs, they're ruthless, hurry up and run, if we're late, we'll be blocked in the village." A woman holding a child is speaking.

  Liu Ziguang nodded slightly and said, "It's all right, I was waiting for them to come."

  There was no movement in the Zhu family's courtyard, probably making phone calls to contact helpers. Liu Ziguang also walked into the Wang family's courtyard, looked at the time and it was almost time, took out his mobile phone to send a message to Bei Xiaoshuai, and called Ma Chao out: "Xiao Chao, drive to the county town and pick up those people. The road in Dahu Township is not easy to recognize, if you get lost, it will be troublesome."

  Ma Chao nodded and ran out, quickly starting the car with nimble hands and feet, swiftly reversing and speeding away, disappearing into the distance at the village entrance.

  Liu Ziguang moved a chair and a square stool to the entrance of Wang's courtyard, placed a cup of tea and a box of cigarettes on the stool, sat comfortably in the chair with his legs crossed, lit another cigarette, and waited leisurely for the counterattack of the four Zhu brothers.

  Four brothers of the Zhu family, except for the eldest who was in the village, the other three were all in the county seat, each with their own business. Although they couldn't be considered as influential figures in the local area, they were still notable individuals. After receiving a phone call from their elder brother, the three brothers each brought several sworn brothers and drove back to Zhuwang Village.

  It's not far from the county town to Zhu Wangzhuang, and after 40 minutes, people from all directions arrived. Several Songhua River minivans stopped at the door, and a group of burly men with cold faces jumped out, gave a cold glance in this direction, and then walked into the Zhu family's courtyard.

  After a while, the gate of Zhu's house opened, and Zhu Lao Da and his family walked out under the escort of the men. The young master of the Zhu family had a swollen face and pointed at Liu Ziguang from afar, shouting in a crying tone: "Third Uncle, Fourth Uncle, it was that kid who beat me up!"

  Two sturdy men stood beside Zhu Jiaxiao, wearing black Adidas sportswear and white Nike shoes, with buzz cuts and fierce eyes. They glared at Liu Ziguang and said to a group of men: "Take note, remember, it's this ignorant guy."

  Liu Ziguang smiled and waved at them: "Everyone's here, have you eaten?"

  A group of about seventeen or eighteen people from Zhu's family took out iron shovels, batons and other tools from the bread car, slowly walked over, surrounded the gate of Wang's house, and the man wearing Adidas shouted loudly: "Today one by one, no one can leave."

  Wang Zhijun and Zhang Jun have come out, standing on either side of Liu Ziguo, also holding iron hoes and rakes. Wang Zhijun's chest is heaving up and down, his eyes blazing with anger. Zhang Jun looks a bit scared, his hands shaking nonstop. Principal Wang and Old Lady Wang are locked in the courtyard, banging on the door: "Second kid, don't dare fight again!"

  Liu Ziguang smiled slightly, threw the cigarette butt on the ground, stepped on it to extinguish it, and asked Wang Zhijun: "Zhijun, how many can you fight?"

  "If I'm in top form, I can take down eight of them. Now, I can only handle four or five." Wang Zhijun replied.

  "Alright, I'll leave these four on the left to you, and I'll take care of the rest. Zhang Jun, hand over your stick to me, and you go home to protect your parents."

  Zhang Jun knew that his brother Liu was formidable, so he stopped pretending to be strong and handed the hoe over to Liu Ziguang. He turned around and entered the courtyard, closing the gate behind him.

  The man wearing Adidas looked like Zhu Jia's third brother, with a violent temper. Seeing Liu Ziguang's arrogant appearance made him so angry that he couldn't help but swing his double-headed club and hit him.

  At this time, many villagers had already gathered to watch. On the walls, on the rooftops, in the big trees, everywhere was crowded with people, watching from a distance as Old Zhu's and Old Wang's families quarreled. With so many people watching, not one came forward to mediate.

  "Halt, don't you dare move!" A loud shout from a distance temporarily stopped the impending brawl. An old man came running over, panting, with mud all over his liberation shoes and a washed-out liberation cap with white sweat stains on the hatband. However, judging by the villagers' respectful attitude towards him, nodding and bowing, this old man was clearly someone of great prestige.

  "How dare you hit me again? Do you still consider me, the village head, in your eyes?" The old man said angrily.

  "Seventh Uncle, it's not that we want to trouble you, but we really can't swallow this insult. Look at my son's face, beaten like that! The young master of the Wang family has brought in some outsider to bully us, the Zhous, right to our faces." Zhu Changlong spoke out first, his tone fierce and indignant.

  "The old village chief, they bullied people first and beat them all the way to our doorstep." Wang Zhijun said indignantly.

  "Absolutely cannot resort to violence, we are all fellow villagers, what needs to be said can't be said nicely? If you want to fight, then fight me first." The old village chief was indeed stubborn, standing in the middle and saying no to the Zhu family advancing further.

  "Seventh Uncle, you're not being honest with me. Why are you turning your elbow outwards towards outsiders? I respect you and call you Seventh Uncle, but if you provoke me, I'll make sure you lose the election for village head of Xiajiacun immediately. Will you back down or not?" Old Zhu was furious and rolled up his sleeves, openly threatening him.

  The old village chief's neck muscles twitched with rage: "You little turtle grandson! How did my third uncle give birth to such an unfilial son? Old Principal Wang and his family are honest and teach people, where did they offend you? Why do you want to kill them all and not leave a way out for them? If you dare to move against the Wang family, I'll beat you to death first, you seven uncle!"

  The old village chief had been given a hard time, and for the time being, it was impossible to get into a fight. Liu Ziguang lit another cigarette, leaned on his hoe, and watched the commotion, occasionally glancing at the time on his phone. The reinforcements from the city should have arrived by now.

  A faint rumble of engine noise came from outside the village, and judging by the sound, there were at least a dozen or so vehicles. Hmm, they've arrived.