The new book of the burning prairie star

Chapter 54 Fighting violence with violence is not an option

"Brother Biao, come here." The headman standing at the entrance of the village waved to Yang Biao. He knew that the headman wanted to know about the attack on Zhao Si in the county town, but it was not convenient to tell him about it in the village with so many people around. So he reached out and pulled the headman into the car, and the two of them drove to the woods outside the village.

"Is it almost done? Is everything going well?" The village head asked anxiously when he saw that there was no one around.

"Uncle, the village head, let me show you." When Yang Biao returned home, he wrote down all the parts that the village head did not participate in. To avoid accidents, he used three pieces of paper, writing one sentence on each piece of paper, and writing them down in turn. Only by stacking the three pieces of paper together could they appear coherent.

"Well, well done," these young men were quite efficient. Seeing Yang Biao burning the bloody clothes, they put the three pieces of paper they had just read into the fire and burned them.

"However, we should do less of this kind of thing." The village head was afraid that they were hot-blooded and could not control themselves, thus causing great disaster.

"Yes," Yang Biao also understood that in modern times, this would be considered a gang fight, intentional injury, or provoking disturbances, and would be punishable by a prison sentence of up to five years. "Zhao Si's group has broken their legs, so the county will probably be quiet for a while."

Fighting violence with violence is not advisable, but he still does not regret doing it. The laws of the Shang Dynasty imposed too light penalties on such crimes. The common people had no way to deal with these people and could only be bullied continuously.

"Uncle, the village head, you'd better not go to the county town recently. Let other people do it if you have any problems." Although the village head was also in disguise, Yang Biao still felt that it was better to be cautious. After all, he had close contact with Zhao Si and was afraid of being recognized.

"Okay, the fields at home need to be fertilized, and I have to get busy too." The head of the village understood Yang Biao's concerns, "Brother Biao, don't worry, I've lived for so many years, what have I not seen and heard? I know what's going on."

"Indeed, you're worrying too much, kid." Yang Biao used a branch to pull the burning clothes to let them burn completely.

The village head squatted down and looked at the burning flames. The two men used branches to stir the fire and kept turning it over. They didn't get up and leave until everything turned to ashes.

"Brother Biao, why are there black and gray spots in your hair? There are also some on your clothes." As soon as Yang Biao entered the yard, Xiao Zhang saw that her son's hair was abnormal. "What happened?"

"Nothing. I saw some guys roasting sweet potatoes, so I went to join in the fun." Yang Biao looked at Xiao Zhang and said, "Mom, what are we having for dinner today?"

"I bought three pounds of pork belly today, and it came with a big bone. Let's have noodles for dinner."

"Well, I eat whatever mother cooks." Yang Biao looked at little Zhang. She was illiterate and had lived in a closed geographical environment all her life. She lived a simple life, and this simple life might be the meaning of life.

"Yang Biao, do you want to wash your hair?" Qin Xiaoran looked at the black dust on his hair and thought that he might need to wash it.

"Okay, my head is really uncomfortable," Yang Biao untied the band on his head, took a basin, and prepared to fetch water from the well to wash his hair. After thinking about it, he decided to go to the river to wash his hair and take a bath at the same time. "Xiao Ran, go find me some clean clothes, I'll go to the village river to wash."

"Yang Biao, why are you here to take a shower so early today?" Yang Zian came forward to greet him when he saw Yang Biao holding clothes in his hands.

"Well, I have nothing to do, so I have to wash it sooner or later." After Yang Biao said this, he put the clothes for changing on the shore, walked straight to the river, and jumped into the river, causing big splashes of water on the surface of the river.

Yang Zian saw that Yang Biao was concentrating on washing and had no intention of communicating with him. He could only find something to talk about, "Yang Biao, I've been selling wine in town these days and heard a lot of interesting things. Do you want to listen?"

Yang Biao took a deep breath, then dived into the water and didn't come out. Damn, this guy is so noisy, so annoying. He swam hard, far away from him, and then emerged from the water.

Yang Zian: "..."

"Yang Biao," Yang Biao walked to the door of his house and found Yang Zian waiting for him, "Yang Biao, won't you invite me in to sit down?"

"No," Yang Biao refused decisively, "Don't forget why we live here and how my family moved out of the old house," and you're still thinking about coming to my house to sit down, I'm giving you a favor, right?

"You..." Yang Zian's face flushed with anger. He tried hard to control his temper. "What my mother did was indeed wrong. I'll apologize to you on her behalf. Is that okay?"

"I don't need your apology. We are two families now. Just close the door and live our own lives." Yang Biao pushed open the gate. Yang Zian wanted to follow him in, but Yang Biao closed the door directly, which hurt his nose.

"Yang Biao," Yang Zian covered his nose and angrily said to the closed gate, "Don't be so arrogant, kid. There will be a day when you will beg me for help."

"Brother Biao, what happened between you and Zi'an?" Xiao Zhang heard Yang Zi'an yelling outside the courtyard gate and hurriedly asked Yang Biao if he had a conflict with his cousin. "No matter what you say, you are blood cousins, don't make the relationship too ugly."

"Well," Yang Biao paused. How should he tell Xiao Zhang? He felt disgusted when he saw Wang and the children she gave birth to. "I understand." But he didn't say it in the end.

"I'm glad you know," Xiao Zhang looked at her son with satisfaction, then she remembered that the child hadn't eaten yet, "You must be hungry, let's wash our hands and eat."

This Yang Zian came to his house for no reason. What on earth did he want to do and what was his purpose? Yang Biao was puzzled. He held the book in his hand but didn't read a single word. He tried to collect his memories to see if Yang Zian had done anything excessive in the past. Maybe the original owner was just focused on reading and didn't pay too much attention to the people and things around him, so he didn't have many memories of Yang Zian. He had a headache thinking about it, so he rubbed his temples, put down the book, and prepared to go to bed. Seeing Qin Xiaoran still sewing clothes across from the desk, he took the clothes from her hand and put them on the desk, "Go to bed."

Qin Xiaoran saw that his hands were empty, looked up and smiled at him, "We only need a few more stitches to finish."

Yang Biao ignored her and walked directly to the bed and sat down, patting the seat next to him. Qin Xiaoran understood what he meant and walked forward to sit on the bed. Yang Biao was very satisfied, "Turn off the lights and go to sleep."

Qin Xiaoran did as she was told, and they lay on the bed, "You didn't tell the truth to your mother today." Qin Xiaoran changed her name to call her mother at Xiao Zhang's insistence. Yang Biao didn't care about it. Qin Xiaoran was still young, and both of her parents were gone, so it wouldn't hurt to recognize another mother.

"Why do you say that?" Yang Biao asked curiously. He had to admit that children were very sensitive. He explained the reason for not telling the truth, "Some things don't need to be said out loud. They will make the elders worry."