Autumn had arrived. In order to harvest the crops before the weather changed, all the villagers in Ogawa Village, regardless of their size, were collectively mobilized to harvest in the fields.
As for our Bear Saburo, in order to break into the village's circle, he had also rolled up his sleeves and brought his students down to the mud to help the villagers.
Since he said that he was going to serve the people, then at least he couldn't just put on a show. He didn't use ninjutsu either. He harvested food like an ordinary person because once he used ninjutsu, it would tell the other villagers that he was different from them and wouldn't help them integrate into the villagers.
After working for many days, the autumn harvest was over. In the evening, Xiong Saburo finished harvesting the last bundle of rice in his hands. He had just stretched when he saw a cloud of dust rising from the road outside Ogawa Village.
Xiong Fu San Lang's eyes narrowed. He knew that the big show he had been waiting for was about to begin. He nodded at the students nearby. His students understood and secretly ran into the forest in the distance. After a while, a few young and strong men came out. Their waists were bulging. It was obvious that they had weapons with them.
Xiaochuan Village had a bumper harvest this year. Little Sunqi was also very happy as he carried the burden. He followed the village chief in front and carefully looked after the old man's body. It would be a lie if he said that he had no ulterior motives towards the village chief. He was only plotting against the village chief's 15-year-old granddaughter, Li Zi. Little Sunqi was only at the age of youth, and that was true.
However, the idea was very good, but the reality was a little shocking. Just as he was immersed in his beautiful fantasy, he heard someone shout,"He's here! He's here!"
"He's here! What is it?" Little Sun Qi was still immersed in his own fantasy. He was woken up by the noise and his mind was still a little unclear. After a moment, he knew and immediately became nervous. "He's here! He was here! They're here again!"
Little Sun Qi hurriedly supported the village chief in front of him. However, the village chief was really too old. He could not walk fast, and he was unwilling to leave the food in his load. After taking a few steps, a large group of people came from behind. They were holding spears and clubs, and they looked very majestic.
The first two attendants who were clearing the way for the Eldest Palace Master saw the two farmers walking slowly in front of them. They looked at each other and did not say anything. They walked up with their sticks. The first person raised his stick and hit Little Sun Qi's shoulder. With a crack, the sound of bones breaking rang out. Little Sun Qi's entire body rolled down the dirt road, holding his shoulder and wailing.
Grandpa Village Chief was old, and his ears were still a little bad. When he heard Little Sun Qi's wails behind him, he seemed to feel something in a daze. He turned around and another person kicked him first. The village chief was not prepared, and he was kicked right on the spot. He also flipped over from the road to the field. However, after he flipped over to the field, the old Grandpa Village Chief was already more out of breath than out of breath.
"Bah, you damn peasants, you actually dare to block the path of the Eldest Palace Master. You're tired of living!”The attendant who kicked the village chief into the field spat a mouthful of thick phlegm on them in disdain. Then, he nodded and bowed to Omiya Ryosha in the small sedan chair behind him."Lord Omiya, the two lowlifes blocking the way have been cleared by me. Please!”
"Yes!" Sitting in the small sedan chair, the imperial family official, Omiya Ryosha, closed his eyes to rest. He did not open his eyes. When he heard the voice of the attendant, he nodded slightly and snorted. Then, he did not say anything else.
Although the attendant didn't hear the Eldest Palace Master's direct reply, he was still beaming with joy as he turned around and opened up a path with his staff.
Seeing the interaction between Omiya's master and servant, the villagers of Xiaochuan Village all knelt by the roadside, silent like cicadas in winter, not even daring to raise their heads. It was not until this group of people entered the village that a few brave villagers ran over and helped Little Sunqi, who was wailing in the field, up. When they were about to help the village chief up, the others touched his body and found that he was already cold. The village chief was dead!
When they found out that the village chief had died, the nearby villagers were all in an uproar. The village chief had once been a low-level warrior for the Ichimiya family. They didn't expect that he would be so old that he didn't even have any dignity left. He was kicked to death by a follower.
Not long after, the village chief's thirty-year-old son, a silver guard, received the news and rushed over. When he saw his father's corpse on the ground, he knelt down and cried,"Father! Father, what's wrong? Father!"
After wailing a few times, the Silver Guard suddenly got up, gripped the hoe in his hand, and shouted,""Who did it?"
The villagers were also afraid that the Silver Guards would faint, so they frowned at them and gave him some pointers on Omiya's team.
When the Silver Guards saw the group of Omiya's men, they frowned. They lifted the hoe in their hands and put it down, then put it down and lifted it again. Then, they sat on the ridge of the field and cried like a child.
Xiong Saburo looked at the crying Silver Guards from afar and shook his head at the students who had transformed into young and strong men. The time was not ripe yet. The villagers could still bear it. Only when the villagers spontaneously resisted would it be the time for Xiong Saburo to take action.
It was not good for a man to cry. He was not a woman, so naturally, no one would comfort him. The silver guard wailed a few times. The other villagers could not stand it and cursed. The silver guard did not want to anger the crowd. With the help of a few villagers, he carried his father's body into the village.
However, even if they entered the village, there was nothing good in the village. This group of old men did not treat the peasants as humans at all. They occupied the best house in the village, the village chief's house, and then a few attendants chased the villagers out of the houses and gathered them in the open space in the center of the village.
When everyone had arrived, Omiya Ryosha, who had been resting in the small sedan chair, slowly walked out. He took out a cloth handkerchief from his sleeve and covered his mouth and nose. He coughed and said to the villagers who had already rushed to the empty space in the village,"Humph! I think you all know who I am. I was the one who came a few years ago!”
"I think you all should know my rules. Don't give me any trouble. The First Palace is still very fair. Don't let me find out that you lowly people dare to hide food. That belongs to the First Palace. If you dare to hide food, I just went to the countryside and my hands haven't been stained with blood yet. This time, I will skin him myself!”
Xiong Saburo changed his appearance and mixed in with the villagers of Xiaochuan Village. He looked at the Omiya old master who was intimidating the villagers. His face was expressionless, but he was happy in his heart. This group of old masters was really cooperative. They thought of ways to cooperate with him and detonate the villagers. Just for this, they were willing to let him live.
After the Eldest Palace Master finished his lecture, he retreated. The sky was already dark, so he said to the attendant beside him,"I'm tired today. Send a few flower girls to my room to warm my feet later!”
"Understood! Master!" The attendant bowed and nodded.
The attendant waited for the old master to leave before standing up. He called out to a few attendants who had come with him. The attendants kicked away a few villagers who were blocking their way and pulled out a few young girls from the villagers.
"Father! Father, save me!" "Mother! I don't want it! Mother! Mom, save me!"
"Child! My child!" "Master, I beg you. Master, that child is still young. Let me go as his mother.”
"Go to hell, scram!" One of the attendants was tightly hugged by the wailing village woman and could not struggle free. The attendant was really angry from the bottom of his heart and was filled with evil. He pulled out the rib from his waist and stabbed it straight into the woman's back. With a pu chi sound, the tip of the knife protruded from the woman's chest. Another life was taken.
At this moment, it was absolutely silent. The grain-sunning ground in the village seemed to be suppressing a sharp storm. Among the crowd, someone said softly,"”
When Xiong Fu Sanlang heard this, he thought to himself,""He's here! The time has come!"
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