Chapter 7 Black Heart
Being blocked on the road for no apparent reason and being pointed at and scolded, the two Zhang Yunqi brothers were both a little angry, especially Zhang Yunfeng. An honest farmer like him never caused trouble on weekdays, but he was never afraid of trouble when it happened. He jumped out of the car and started to quarrel with the arrogant Zhao Siping.

"Brother, let me handle it."

Zhang Yunqi grabbed Zhang Yunfeng. His elder brother was honest and didn't talk much. He didn't need to intervene since the situation was not clear yet. He turned his head to look at Zhao Dazhu, and then his eyes quickly fell on Zhao Siping who looked angry. He smiled and asked: "Brother Zhao, what's going on? Why are you blocking the road for no reason?"

"Zhao Ni Malagobi!"

Zhao Siping spat a mouthful of thick phlegm on the ground: "I have already reserved 400 kilograms of flue-cured tobacco from Old Man Shi. Why should you two accept it?"

Zhang Yunqi was still laughing: "Brother Zhao, calm down. Anger is harmful to your health. We accepted 400 kilograms of flue-cured tobacco from Old Man Shi this afternoon, but we always abide by the rules and did not cross the line."

Zhao Siping stepped on the front of the tractor and said, "What are you pretending to be? I agreed with Old Man Shi yesterday that I would collect the 400 kilograms of flue-cured tobacco today. It's mine! You intercepted the goods halfway, isn't that breaking the rules? You two bastards think I'm easy to bully, right? Get off..."

Zhao Siping kept cursing for a long time, but Zhang Yunqi had good patience and was not angry yet. As he listened, he roughly understood what was going on.

It turned out that Zhao Siping was harvesting flue-cured tobacco in Shiling Village yesterday. A tobacco farmer named Old Man Shi thought it was too troublesome to go to the city to sell his tobacco, so he asked Zhao Siping to look at the tobacco. He originally had 90 kilograms of middle-grade flue-cured tobacco, but Zhao Siping was cruel and gave him 310 kilograms of middle-grade first-grade tobacco and kilograms of middle-grade second-grade tobacco.

At that time, Zhao Siping had already collected a truckload of flue-cured tobacco, which was full. Old Man Shi's 400 kilograms of flue-cured tobacco could not be loaded, so the two agreed to come and buy flue-cured tobacco today. But as luck would have it, his two brothers came to Shiling Village to collect tobacco this afternoon. Old Man Shi, with the mentality of comparing prices from three different stores, took his two brothers to see the flue-cured tobacco.

The problem was obvious at a glance. Of the 400 kilograms of middle-grade flue-cured tobacco that Old Man Shi had, the elder brother had assigned 130 kilograms to middle-grade first grade tobacco and 270 kilograms to middle-grade second grade tobacco. There was nothing wrong with this classification, and it was also the same in Fengyang County. The problem was that the elder brother was not as ruthless as Zhao Siping. According to the classification of the tobacco station, he would have assigned 40 kilograms more middle-grade first grade flue-cured tobacco than Zhao Siping, which earned him an extra 40 yuan in income.

For tobacco farmers in remote rural areas, 40 yuan is not a small amount of money. While greeting Zhao Siping's old mother, Old Man Shi sold the flue-cured tobacco to his two brothers and told other tobacco farmers in the village about it. Later, Zhao Siping went to Shiling Village to collect tobacco, but he didn't receive the tobacco and heard a lot of disgusting words.

They were enemies in the same industry, and Zhao Siping hated his brothers for stealing his business. Now that the incident with Old Man Shi happened, tobacco farmers in the surrounding area would say that Zhao Siping was a black-hearted man who wanted money without shame. Who would sell flue-cured tobacco to him? Zhao Siping felt that this would ruin his job and his reputation! He was too lazy to collect the flue-cured tobacco, so he drove a tractor to block the brothers.

Zhang Yunqi really didn't expect to be so unlucky that buying a flue-cured tobacco would cause such a big trouble.

If he had known that Old Man Shi and Zhao Siping had already made an agreement, he would not have bought the 400 kilograms of flue-cured tobacco. It was not because he was cowardly, but because it was not worth it. There were so many tobacco farmers in the surrounding area, so it didn't matter who he bought from. But since he had bought it, he was not afraid of trouble.

Zhang Yunqi turned his head and looked at Zhao Dazhui who was standing behind Zhao Siping. This guy was tall and strong, like a bear, and it would be very difficult to tear him apart.

Zhang Yunqi jumped out of the car and walked in front of Zhao Siping, with a flattering smile on his face: "Brother Zhao, we are all in this together, let's talk about it, have a cigarette first."

"Get out of the way, you little bastard!"

Zhao Siping pushed Zhang Yunqi hard on the chest and pushed Zhang Yunqi to the ground: "I'm too lazy to talk nonsense, let me be simple, if I don't compensate for the loss today, I will break a leg each of you two!" Zhang Yunfeng, who had been holding his anger, was furious. He trusted his brother to handle the matter and had not said anything, but when he saw his brother being bullied, he could no longer endure it, and rushed up to tear Zhao Siping apart, but Zhao Dazhui immediately jumped up and fought with Zhang Yunfeng. At the beginning, the two of them were fighting with punches and kicks, and later they just got together and wrestled like wrestlers. The scene was very tragic.

Zhang Yunfeng is a solid farmer with endless strength, but he didn't get any advantage over Zhao Dazhu, but he wasn't at a disadvantage either.

"Brother, brother, don't do it. We were wrong. Don't bother with us. We will pay you whatever amount you want!" Zhang Yunqi got up from the ground in embarrassment and quickly apologized to Zhao Siping.

"Take two thousand yuan and the matter will be settled!" Zhao Siping was very proud. He had subdued the eldest brother of the Zhang family. The yellow-haired boy in front of him was a coward without balls.

"Two thousand is two thousand! Brother Zhao, the wallet is in the trunk. Come with me and I'll get it for you, right now."

Zhang Yunqi trotted to the tractor, opened the trunk, and seeing Zhao Siping following him, he suddenly grabbed the teacan he usually used to drink tea from the trunk, slammed it on the pedal, and with a wave of his arm, dropped the broken half of the teacan on Zhao Siping's shoulder.

Zhao Siping realized that he had been tricked and stepped back despite the pain, but Zhang Yunqi had already caught up with him and kicked him hard in the crotch. Immediately, a shrill howl rang out in the mountains and fields, and it lasted for a long time.

Zhang Yunqi turned around and looked at Zhao Dazhu who was still fighting with his eldest brother. He smiled and said, "Brother, forget it. It's not a big deal. It won't be good if Brother Zhao gets bloody. It's really not necessary."

Zhao Dazhu was fighting with Zhang Yunfeng fiercely and had no intention of letting go.

Seeing this, Zhang Yunqi placed the half-broken teapot in his hand against Zhao Siping's neck.

Zhao Siping was so frightened that he couldn't even scream. He just felt a chill on his neck and didn't know if he was bleeding or not. This kid was hot-blooded and didn't care how hard he hit. If he was not careful, he would be in trouble.

"Forget about the pillars, move the car out of the way and let them go!"

Zhao Dazhui let go of Zhang Yunfeng's hand, and Zhang Yunfeng took the opportunity to kick Zhao Dazhui to the ground. Zhao Dazhui cursed and got up to fight again, but was stopped by Zhao Siping. He angrily started the tractor and moved to the side of the road.

Zhang Yunqi immediately asked his eldest brother to start their tractor. After his eldest brother drove beside him, he moved the half tea can that was placed on Zhao Siping's neck and said, "Brother Zhao, we are all from the same village. There is no need to get too hung up on such a small matter. From now on, we will each walk on our own half of the road."

At this time, Zhao Siping was tough and said angrily: "The second son of the Zhang family in Yunxi Village, right? Okay, I admit defeat this time, but there is a long way to go, don't let me get you in the future!"

There was a muffled "bang" sound!
Zhao Siping bent over, holding his stomach. Zhang Yunqi retracted his fist, looked at Zhao Siping's rat-like face which was twisted violently, laughed, threw away the half-broken tea can in his hand, jumped into the car and drove away.

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