I'm getting older, and my blood is still boiling when I mention the fight. In the early 90s, social security was relatively poor, some half-sized children who had just left school did not find jobs for the time being, they would wander the streets, they were influenced by Hong Kong and Taiwan movies, three or five groups of people running around looking for a sense of existence, middle school students were the crowd they often harassed, they would flirt with beautiful girls, they would blackmail their classmates, and a little resistance would lead to punches and kicks, causing students to dare to be angry and dare not speak.
My brother and cousin are a year older than me, and we went to junior high school in a town more than ten miles away from home, and we needed to cross a big mountain in the middle of the way, so we usually live on campus and can only go home on weekends. My cousin is very pretty, she doesn't have a bicycle, usually my brother and I take her with us, and the three of us take turns riding with people.
I don't know when, the cousin was targeted by a small, he frequently harassed the cousin, will follow the cousin when she leaves the school door and verbally provoke, scaring the cousin dare not go out of the school again. They will enter the campus at noon or at night to find their cousin's class, enter the classroom to harass, the classmates can't see it, try to stop it, they stare at it, and their sleeves are pulled up to reveal a pair of virtues that you will come to fight. More is better than less, so the students also endured and secretly told the teacher about it. Later, the teacher came, and they were a little jealous of the teacher, so they reluctantly left the school. But what the cousin didn't know was that this was the beginning of her troubles.
The little somehow knew that my brother and I were cousins' relatives, and when they didn't see my cousin, they hit me and my brother, and from then on, we were not at peace when we went out of school, we would be blackmailed and bullied, on the condition that as long as we brought my cousin to meet with them, they would return the pocket money to us. The brother resisted several times, and he could not beat three or five of them with a single force, and each time he was beaten with a blue nose and swollen face.
I remember that after the lights went out once, they tangled with more than a dozen people to break into our girls' dormitory, kicking the door one by one, shouting the name of their cousin. We were a group of thirteen or fourteen-year-old girls, who had seen this kind of battle, and were frightened and hugged together in the dormitory, and even unreasonable girls complained that their cousin was a scourge and a fox spirit. Just when he didn't know what to do, the director of education came with a group of boys who lived in the school, they were holding guys in their hands, and a group of people who were pressed down surrounded by more than 10 people, the director of teaching had been a soldier before, he was half a practicing family, he knew the head of the little, so he took him to practice first, he knocked the little head to the ground several times, warned him, not to harass the students again, if there is a next time, he will let the police station take action. A bunch of little rolled out of the school.
I thought this would be the end of it, but I didn't expect that when I came home on the weekend, the three of us rode to the house with a group of partners from neighboring villages in the same village, and just out of the school gate, we saw five or six small waiting there, we didn't pay attention to them, we got on the bike and left. They kept trailing, and my cousin and I were terrified to death, afraid that they would fight halfway. Sure enough, before we got out of town, the two sides fought, there were many of us, five or six of them were not opponents, they were beaten by a dozen of us without the ability to fight back, they shouted to let my brother be careful, and retreated in a daze, so we returned home safely.
After dinner, we were all chilling in the street, and Xiao Wei, who lived at the head of the village, ran to tell my brother in a panic that the little had come to him for revenge, and were inquiring about the location of my family at the head of the village, estimating that there were about 10 people. My brother and I panicked, and my cousin cried in fright. Dad and uncle were not in a hurry, sent my brother to call out to his uncles and uncles, and asked me to call Uncle Cai, and the uncles and uncles of the neighbors also came out with sticks and shovels when they heard about it. When the little rushed to our house, they saw a group of people in front of our house, all holding kitchen knives and sticks, and standing in front of uncle Cai's tower.
Uncle Cai is a god of eight villages in our place, with a height of 1 meter 96,200 pounds, and there is a big iron tower at that station. In the early 1980s, after the Shaolin Temple movie became popular, he stole his family's money to learn martial arts at the Shaolin Temple, stayed for half a year and returned, only to learn later that it was because he did not have enough to eat there. His tonnage, combined with his experience in the Shaolin Temple, made him invincible in our place, so no one didn't know him.
The leader of the little in the lead saw that the situation was not good, and it was estimated that he had to retreat, but what he thought was the morality of the jianghu made him have to rush forward, and he could only let my brother come out to accept his challenge, and the adults in the family managed so much, only that their children were bullied to the door of the house, and the enemy was the first to capture the king, Uncle Cai swept the legs of the hall, and the first few boys screamed and fell to the ground, and the uncles and uncles and brothers held up sticks and weapons, hula surrounded them, shouting and beating them, The little bastards, who were also children under 20 years old, were surrounded by a group of croppers with weapons in their hands, and they had already been frightened.
Uncle Cai lifted up the leading few and began to scare them: the bully has been bullied to the door, arrogant enough. Who gave you the guts? Bullying our children honestly isn't it? You don't ask who his uncle is. Today I will tell you like this, from now on, as long as any child in any of our five or six villages in Houzhuang comes to tell me that if I am bullied by your people, I can go to your house and beat you up, do you believe it? Remember all the children in these villages behind our mountain. Remember? The little head did not say a word. Uncle Cai raised his hand and threw him a big mouth, still did not say a word, snapped and threw another one, and did not say a word. Uncle Cai shook his hand, and his head immediately made a pig-like cry, and his head was like a chicken pecking rice, and his voice burst into tears: Uncle, uncle, I don't dare, I don't dare anymore, I promise I won't harass them again in the future, you let us go. Uncle Tsai Mans said methodically: Have I remembered what I said? The little head was busy responding: Remember, remember. Uncle, I'm a man, you believe me. Uncle Cai then released his hand, pulled him up from the ground, patted him on the shoulder, and said to him in a serious voice: Manly husband, don't think how great it is to flirt with girls to bully the weak, the real manly husband is disdainful of doing this, you are still young, go back and think about what you did today? You all know my reputation, and if you don't change it, I don't mind helping your mom and dad clean you up.
Such a group of people left our village in frustration, and since then, they have rarely looked for the stubble of our students, because there are too many witnesses to this, and soon it spread throughout the township, and their parents have also strengthened discipline, looking for jobs, learning art, and the number of people wandering in the streets is slowly decreasing until it disintegrates. Now more than twenty years later, no one has gone all the way to the end on the road of the bastard. In the face of the group of people who once bullied us, we can also sit together, talk and laugh, for the past, they all think that they are not more important, I think that is also a different kind of youth. Muddy over youth. (Image source network)