But for some middle-aged and elderly people who have lived on the fields all their lives, it is heartbreaking.

The old uncles have spent their whole lives in the fields, and they have long been accustomed to this kind of life. In addition, they do not have the ability to go out to work, and their age does not allow them to engage in physical labor all year round.

Confiscating land is tantamount to killing them.

As a result, there was a fierce conflict between the two sides. Now the developer has hired a group of gangsters with sticks to guard the excavator. If the villagers dare to come, they will beat one by one.

Many young and strong people in the village were arrested by the Public Security Bureau for fighting with weapons, and the resistance in the village quickly weakened.

Recalling this point, Lin Zichong's mind is completely clear.

"Zicong, your father was beaten to death"

The shrill cry came again, and an old farmer with his head covered in blood and half of his body in mud rushed in, his eyes were red, and his expression was sad and hideous.

"Uncle, what did you say?" Lin Zichong jumped up from the bed with a jolt.

The old farmer firmly grabbed Lin Zichong's wrist, crying, "Your father was beaten to death by those people who received a thousand knives."

Lin Zi rushed out like crazy, rushed out of the village, and came to his own field. From a distance, he saw a group of people gathered there, the villagers and the gangsters were divided into two groups, clearly separated.

Lin Zichong pushed through the crowd and saw the muddy old father. This stubborn old man was lying in a pool of blood, his gray hair was stained by mud and blood.

The back of his head was bloody, and he didn't know how many times he had been beaten.

Lin Zichong's face gradually turned pale, and his heart was throbbing. This kind of heart-piercing pain was very familiar, and he seemed to have experienced it before.

Seeing Lin Zichong coming, the bastard leader immediately yelled, "We didn't beat him, he bumped into him himself."

"That's right, he hit our stick himself."

"Don't talk nonsense, if you dare to make trouble again, this is the end, boss, let's call the security officer directly and let the security department deal with it. Now is a civilized society."

Lin Zichong lay limp beside his father's body. This stubborn old man could no longer support his back.

He died in the field where he had worked all his life, the soil stained with his blood.

"Zicong, your father died so badly, he was beaten to death." At this time, the uncle came over and said in a groaning voice, "You want to avenge him, you can't be as weak as last time. "

Lin Zi couldn't hug his head in pain as weakly as last time, he remembered, remembered.

Think of the most humiliating thing in his life.

That time, he watched his father die on the ridge of the field and saw the gangsters shouting. He weakly chose to endure and submit. He went to file a lawsuit, thinking he could get justice.

As a result, the mother was killed.

He regretted it for many years.

Raise your head three feet without gods, justice is in the sword.

Lin Zichong's eyes were a little red, and his expression was a little ferocious. He roared and rushed towards the gangsters. He wanted to avenge his father, and he wanted to fight these murderers to death.

The gangsters surrounded him, knocked him to the ground with a sap, and the stick fell like a torrential rain, Lin Zichong never got up again.

Closed command room.

Secretary Zhou turned on the voice channel, held a pen in his hand, stood in front of the blackboard, and said lightly: JrNovels.com