After the villagers' initial anger had subsided, they seemed less confrontational.
"You all seemed so agitated, can you tell me why? Let's discuss this properly, shall we? I just got hit with a stick and I don't even know what's happening. Why don't you elect someone to speak for you and explain the situation to me? Fighting won't solve anything, right?"
As Xiaobao spoke, he thought to himself that he often solved problems with his fists, but that was only because he had the upper hand. If both sides were equally matched, it's not that simple.
Moreover, Xiaobao was a farmer too, so he understood that when farmers exhibited a willingness to resolve an issue through force, it wasn't a trivial matter.
At this moment, the old man who had previously hit Xiaobao with a stick shouted to the back, "Zheng Xuan, you're a university student, you talk to them. I can't explain it clearly."
Soon after, a young man with glasses, looking somewhat frail, stepped out from the crowd.
