"As the leader of the village, you are not fair at all."

"I grew up in the Wanche Village and have never had a full meal."

"And there are clothes. A few years ago, we hunted a lot of bison on the mountain. At that time, we exchanged beef for some cloth, and all of them were occupied by you and your family."

Aju's words were like flames, igniting all kinds of memories buried deep in the minds of the villagers in Huanchezhai. They usually feared the majesty of the leader and dared not say something, and the sound became louder and louder and noisier. As more people came to receive the news, the chaotic crowd became fiercer. Many brave people even raised their hands to point at Xiongkui and cursed with an angry expression on their faces.

Xiongkui was scolded and rushed up from anger. He wanted to swing a knife to cut these damn guys into two pieces. His fierce eyes slid across familiar faces. Xiongkui saw Tian Hao standing on the high platform behind the crowd. His rage seemed to be like the flames meeting the ice water poured on the head, and it was extinguished in an instant.

Tian Kuang betrayed two young men in ragged clothes to separate the crowd and walked to Xiongkui.

Those were his two sons.

"I have asked the woman in the Chezhai Village that no one is willing to follow you." Tianhao walked down from the platform and made a clear and loud voice. He stood in front of the crowd, and many people around him could hear what he said clearly.

Xiongkui has no wife. His legal wife died of dying from labor many years ago. At that time, Xiongkui was very happy that God took away his burden, which means that from then on, he can sleep with any woman he likes in the village. If he likes it, the two of them will stay together for a little longer, but they will definitely not get married.

Tianhao took a bulging animal skin pocket from guard Changlin. In front of everyone, he untied the tether on his pocket and carried the pockets backwards to pour out everything inside. The people gathered inside the circle could see clearly that it was thick bread and venison that had specially removed the bones.

"These foods are enough for you to go back to Huanche Village." Tianhao raised his right hand towards the gate of the village, and his whole body exuded a cold and majestic aura: "Let's go, Panshi Village does not welcome you."

Xiong Kui looked at his son silently. There was obvious bruises on their faces and a little bloodstained on the corners of their mouths. It was probably because they were beaten up. The two of them stood there and shrank without saying a word.

He bent down and picked up the dough cakes and meat pieces from the snow and put them in his pocket. Xiongkui deliberately delayed the time and acted slowly. He was finally disappointed. No one asked to plead with the young leader of Panshi Village, and no one came over to help him.

During the past few days of Xiong Kui's house arrest, Tianhao was not idle. The public opinion propaganda work was done very carefully, with Aju as the leader, gathering the men, women, and young people around the Chezhai together and crying about the suffering they had encountered.

The "Sading Association" once played a powerful role in a special historical period, truly uniting the lower-class people. The current situation is completely applicable. Once the sadness and pain are opened, a flood-like people's sentiment will soon form. No one will remember that Xiongkui is the leader of the village. They completely forgot that they are members of Huanchezhai. In addition, Tianhao generously issued sufficient food and preferential conditions for each person to treat one piece of cloth. No one will accompany Xiongkui to continue to return to the empty Huanchezhai, which is frozen and hungry.

Thousands of eyes watched Xiongkui carry his pockets full of food and stand up from the snow, and lead his two sons toward the gate of the village.

After all, he is the leader of a village. There can be conflicts between two villages, but killing the leader is a serious crime. Even if there are huge reasons, it is equivalent to treason in the eyes of the leader of the tribe.

As he walked past Tianhao, Xiongkui stopped. He opened his blood-covered eyes and stared at the young leader of Panshi Village for a few seconds, making a fierce oath that only each other could hear.

"Little bastard, wait for me, I will definitely come back!"

...

The sunlight projected through the thick gray clouds, like a fiery red iron piercing a hole in the sky. Xiongkui walked on the snow with his two sons, stepping on the dry branches blown by the wind, leaving a bunch of footprints.

"Dad, there is no one in the car village."

"What should we do now?"

"Yes! This little food is not enough for us to spend the winter, it is only enough for us to eat for a week at most."

"Or why we go to Zhangpu Village to check out, the people there will definitely take us in."

Xiongkui walked in front and said nothing, and his two sons walked behind and became more and more excited. It was almost a day since they left Panshi Village. It was almost dusk, surrounded by wild land and forests. There was no extra listener except themselves.

"Shut up on me!" Xiongkui stopped suddenly, turned around, and roared at his two sons: "Food, take in, winter... Bastard, do you only think of these things? Why don't you think about how to kill that little bastard in Panshi Village? Why don't you think about what to do to make him kneel at our feet and beg for mercy? You are my son, the leader's son!"

The two young men looked at each other. After a long time, the eldest son took a step forward and said with courage: "Dad, they have many people, we can't beat them."

The second son hurriedly said to each other: "Yes! It was like this before, but now Panshi Village has taken in all the people in our village, and we can't win."

Xiongkui felt that he was about to be angry to death.

He suddenly felt very lonely and was truly abandoned by the whole world.

He raised his head and sighed to the sky. With indescribable helplessness and fatigue, Xiongkui shook his head and turned around, turned around on the snow, and walked towards the west.

The eldest son shouted loudly behind him: "Dad, you've gone wrong. Our village is in the north."

Xiongkui took back his foot, stood there, and stared coldly at the back: "Get over here for me."

When the two sons walked closer, Xiongkui put away the ferocious and hatred on his face, but his fierce voice did not slow down the murderous intent at all: "We will not go back to Wanche Village. Let's go to Leijiao City to meet the king."

The youngest son didn't understand why things turned out like this, and he was full of doubts: "Why?"

"Go and complain to the king!" Xiongkui spat fiercely at the snow: "Just say that the leader of Panshi Village killed our people and swallowed our village. The king would not ignore us."

"But...but he didn't do this!" The eldest son was young after all, and his way of thinking was not as despicable as Xiongkui: "It was the people from our village who took the initiative to escape."
Chapter completed!