Chapter 129: Whipping with the Horse Whip

This blockhead was one of those sharp-mouthed, monkey-cheeked loafers.

I only heard him say with dissatisfaction, "What the hell are you putting on? Can you speak like a human?"

Perhaps relying on their numbers, he assumed Wang An was alone and wouldn't dare to make a move against them! He thought he'd trade a few barbs, then they'd give each other some face, chat a bit more, and everyone would disperse at the same time!

Because this was their daily routine: talking tough, spouting nonsense, acting cool, and playing for face!

But he had wrongly estimated the gap between a "Big Loafer" and a "Small Loafer"!

Wang An didn't even let out a fart; he casually placed the reins in Fang Xiue's hands, dragged the horse whip with his right hand, and strode toward this sharp-mouthed, monkey-cheeked loafer.

And this loafer, at this moment, was still tilting his head, stiffening his neck, and glaring at Wang An with a slightly sideways face, wearing an expression of utter defiance!

To be honest, Wang An was almost amused by this kid's appearance right now! Was he performing what it means to be rebellious?

Wang An simply swung the horse whip as usual, rounded his arm, and lashed down across the loafer's head and face. The loafer howled twice, and naturally, refusing to accept defeat, he tried to fight back, using both hands and feet, kicking and stomping!

At this moment, in a fight between two people who had never trained, the advantage of height and reach became apparent. Wang An's left hand firmly pressed the loafer's head down, while his right hand began to use the handle of the horse whip to smash the loafer's back.

But with his head pinned down, the loafer used his hands and feet, yet could only touch the hem of Wang An's clothes—it had no effect at all!

You have to know, the handle of a horse whip is a piece of wood slightly thinner than a rolling pin, usually made of hardwood.

Gripping it to smash someone is like gripping a rolling pin to smash garlic in a mortar, only Wang An's range of motion was larger, and his arm was being swung in a full circle to smash!

Wang An was expressionless, but his entire body exuded a murderous aura. He just mechanically, one after another, smashed down with force. And with Wang An's strength, after just a few smashes, the loafer was beaten into submission and began to cry and beg for mercy.

Throughout the whole process, the other loafers just watched; not a single one stepped up to fight Wang An for the sake of so-called brotherhood, and every loafer's facial expression was one of fear!

They were just a bunch of half-grown kids; when they really encountered a ruthless person, where would they find so much courage?

Actually, in his past life, when Wang An was their age, he might not have dared to step in to help either! But Wang An would never be so brainless as to provoke a "Big Loafer" for the sake of so-called face!

In this era, which "Big Loafer" wasn't forged through serious fighting? How could they possibly indulge a bunch of small loafers!

This is the difference between a "Small Loafer" and a "Big Loafer"! A small loafer might be able to bully ordinary people, but when they meet a "Big Loafer," they are nothing! They aren't even in the same league.

If this bunch of "small loafers" had the ruthlessness of a "Big Loafer" and united to fight for their lives, even if three Wang Ans were here, they would probably all have to lie down!

Hearing this sharp-mouthed, monkey-cheeked loafer beg for mercy and even cry, Wang An was truly a bit stunned. Is this hell, playing house?

However, Wang An did stop. He kicked the loafer once and then gave a cold shout: "Get lost!"

The seven or eight loafers, hearing this as if granted amnesty, didn't even utter a single tough word and all ran away with their tails between their legs.

Wang An turned around and walked back to the big horse and the Fang sisters with a calm expression, as if the person who had just smashed someone with a horse whip wasn't him at all!

Taking back the reins, Wang An said, "That's it then, I'm leaving. You guys should go back early too."

As he spoke, Wang An was about to mount his horse and leave, but Fang Xiue spoke up: "Wang An, just be a good person to the end and help our sisters one more time."

Wang An was very puzzled. What could he possibly help them with?

So he asked, "Help you with what?"

Fang Xiue said, "We want to return to the city, please help us again."

Wang An was speechless for a moment. What the hell were they all thinking about? I'm not the Buddha; do I have to help every one of you escape the sea of suffering?

Besides, even if the Buddha appeared, he couldn't save everyone in the world!

Therefore, Wang An said expressionlessly, "I can't help you with this, you'd better find someone else."

After Wang An finished speaking, he was about to whip his horse and leave, but Fang Xiue got anxious, hurriedly grabbed Wang An's trousers, and said urgently, "Wang An, wait."

Wang An was a bit unhappy; this was clearly trying to latch onto him!

So he said a bit angrily, "We have no friendship between us, and I don't owe you anything. Helping you drive away the little hooligans is already good enough. Have some self-awareness."

Hearing Wang An say this, Fang Xiue still didn't let go, while her younger sister, Fang Xiuying, was pulling on her sister's hem and said softly, "Sister, let's go."

But Fang Xiue shouted excitedly at her sister, "Go? Where are we going? Where can we go?"

By the end, she was even speaking with a sobbing tone!

It was clear that Fang Xiue had been pushed to the brink of collapse!

Actually, these were all within expectations. Lu Yueyue was right.

Seeing this, Wang An sighed and said helplessly, "Do you have a reception letter from the city?"

If they had a reception letter, Wang An decided he would help; it was just a matter of saying a word anyway!

"No, our parents were originally sent to the farm for reform, and now they are gone. There is no one in our hometown to handle this for us!" Fang Xiue said.

When Wang An heard there was no reception letter, he felt this matter was a bit difficult to handle and could only continue to ask, "Then what about your household registration?"

Because educated youth were supporting construction, normally their household registration was considered temporary, so at this time, one could find excuses to go back!

Because everyone wanted to return to the city, this was human nature! So the local cadres also turned a blind eye, and those who could be handled were handled!

Besides, at this time, they were part of the collective and were also to be normally allocated their grain, so the existence of educated youth, for most village collectives, was dispensable.

But once they settled down, it was different, because as long as you settled down, you were a genuine local!

And educated youth who didn't return to the city and settled down locally were allocated land normally as locals when the land was divided among households.

I only heard Fang Xiue say timidly, "We were deceived, so we registered our household in Sujiatun!"

But her voice grew smaller and smaller; if Wang An weren't young and his ears weren't deaf, he might not have known what Fang Xiue was saying.

When Wang An heard this, he almost lashed out with his whip. What the hell is there to handle now?

What kind of powerful person could manage to turn a rural household registration into an urban one across provinces?

You have to know, urban household registration at this time meant eating commodity grain.

And what is called commodity grain?

That means they give you a grain book, and every month you take the grain book to the grain station to collect a quota of grain!

Remember, this grain doesn't cost money! That is to say, it's free to eat!

Of course, there are other things or benefits, such as oil coupons, meat coupons, salt coupons, match coupons, etc. These quota coupons are also given to you for free!

And there is the most important thing, which is the job issue. I won't say what kind of job or how much money, but they will definitely arrange one for you sooner or later.

That is to say, as long as you have an urban household registration, even if you don't have a job and wander around aimlessly every day, you won't starve to death; China will support you!

Therefore, urban household registration at this time was quite high-end!

Facing the black soil with your back to the sky every day! Who doesn't want to return to the city? Who doesn't want to return to the embrace of urban household registration? If it were you, wouldn't you want to?

Actually, this was also the reason for going to the countryside to support rural construction; the pressure on China was truly too great!

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(End of chapter)