Wu Mantun and Mu Bai watched from a distance as the camp was in disarray, Wu Mantun even felt a little relieved that Mu Bai had pulled him over earlier, if he was still there, if that thick club had hit him, Wu Mantun couldn't help but shudder all over.

  "Brother! This isn't going to work! If we keep fighting like this, I'm afraid someone is really going to get killed!"

  Seeing the people who came with him at Yima Ridge being beaten so badly, Mu Bai could no longer bear it.

  "Let's go into town and look for Old Man Gao. It seems that only he can calm down these Shandong men now."

  "Alright! Let's go!"

  Blood, blood everywhere, the red blood on the yellow-black soil is so dazzling. The wailing and crying sounds on the desolate gravel beach are so piercing to the ear.

  Li Liuye never thought that just over ten minutes later, everything would change. He also didn't expect these Shandong men to directly use such a direct method to solve the problem.

  "Ma Siye, considering they came together to beg for food, let them off this once!"

  Li Liuye knelt down in front of Ma Lao Si, although his shoulder bone seemed to be broken, but seeing the old and young masters of Ben Zong being beaten by those Shandong men until they were covered in blood.

  There's nothing else they can do but cry and beg Ma Si to let them off easy. If they had known it would be like this, Li Liu wouldn't have done those things in the first place.

  "Alright everyone, stop it! That's enough!"

  Ma Si looked around and saw that everyone had more or less vented their anger, and since the originally most arrogant Li Liu Ye was already kneeling on the ground begging for mercy, he then spoke out to stop everyone.

  "Uncle, are we just going to let them off like this?"

  The bald man swung his stick again at a person who had already been knocked to the ground, saying with hatred. The anger he had accumulated over the past few days, the bald man felt that these few sticks might not be enough to vent.

  "Li Liuye, you also know that we poor guys are all from the mouth to ask for food. If it's just about asking for food, why did you make things so difficult in the first place? Correct! You arrived earlier, we Shandong people came later, our numbers are more than yours, do we have any advantage over you?"

  Ma Si thought of the grievances he and his men had suffered over the past few days, and his anger surged up.

  "Master Ma, it's all our fault, please forgive us."

  Li Laoliu could only kneel on the ground, begging and pleading with Master Ma Si to spare everyone's lives, just like he had spared his own life in the past.

  Mu Bai and Wu Mantun ran towards the town as fast as they could, although their lungs were about to burst, but at this moment, neither of them had time to catch their breath. If they stopped for a moment, who knows what would happen next? By then it might be too late to regret, so they could only keep running towards the town with all their might.

  "Hey! Where are you two going?"

  Simar saw the two young people running anxiously in the distance as if something had happened, and his subconscious mind would be on guard when someone appeared in this place. Moreover, Simar saw those two people as soon as he came out of the "time-space anomaly point", so it was strange that he didn't catch up to ask a few questions.

  "Master...!"

  As soon as Mu Bai heard the sound of a car coming from behind, he turned his head to look and saw that Sima was asking them questions. Two days ago, Mu Bai had seen the master riding a motorcycle from afar. Now that he saw the master arriving, he immediately felt happy in his heart, thinking that those people were now saved.

  "What? A fight has broken out?"

  It was hard for Sima to believe that a group of refugees from Guannei would actually fight each other, and the reason was simply because they were not from the same hometown. This kind of regional conflict between regions was

  Simana had heard of it more than once in the 21st century, but he never thought that these refugees from Guannei would start making trouble as soon as they were full. Thinking of this made Simana feel a little angry, all because they were too idle and caused trouble.

  "Go to the town and get Old Gao to come over, you sit here, and I'll go with him to take a look."

  Simar's mind was filled with anger, because the raw materials were not fully prepared, and most of the workers recruited from Guannei had not arrived yet. He was providing for them, treating them well, but now they were repaying him like this.

  It is unclear when, where and by whom it was said that Chinese peasants are forever the most diligent but also the most sloppy, with no concept of discipline.

  The local idea has penetrated into their bones. If they are from the same hometown, they will treat you kindly. If they are from a different place, they may treat you differently. Of course, if you have enough strength, they will also respect you very much.

  Everything in front of him was red with blood, even making Sima feel dizzy. When he was young, he had also participated in group fights, but he had never seen a scene like this where hundreds of people were beaten until their heads were broken and bleeding.

  Simar really saw it for the first time and had to admit that this scene would have a great impact on people's nerves. At least Simar now has a feeling of wanting to vomit.

  "Have you been a soldier?"

  Sima looked at the forty-year-old Shandong man in front of him, was he the leader of these Shandong people? The middle-aged man in front of him did not have the same demeanor as others he had met in this era, always slightly hunched over.

  His waist stood very straight, except for soldiers, Sima really didn't know if there was anyone else in the country who could stand with their waist so straight.

  "If I return home, I'll be a small official in the fourth rank, as I used to receive rations from the New Army of the former Qing dynasty."

  Ma Si's respectful reply was: Having eaten military rations for over twenty years, no matter how I change, it is impossible to get rid of the inherent smell of being a soldier.

  "What do you think of me, treating you people who came from Guan Nei to work here?"

  All along, Sima thought that as long as these workers were well-fed and well-watered, it was enough. As a modern person, Sima personally always believed in one principle.

  "If you want the horse to run, you have to feed it enough." But Sima never thought that feeding them enough would result in this disgusting scene before his eyes.

  "The master treats us very well, the master promised to provide enough mantou (steamed buns), and at noon we can also eat a few pieces of meat. However, the master, these Hebei people are really too much, they eat their fill of mantou, but for us Shandong people, there is only one per meal, and no meat in sight. I want to ask the master, is it that those who arrived first can bully us latecomers at will? Is it that whoever works in the kitchen can arbitrarily deduct whoever's food?"

  Ma Si said it all in one go like a string of firecrackers

  "That's right! That's right! How can you bully people just because you want to?"

  "Also, let's evaluate the landlord."

  ……

  As soon as Ma Si's voice fell, hundreds of Shandong people immediately picked up the conversation, and the entire camp suddenly became chaotic. Looking at these Shandong people who were stirred up, Sima began to worry whether he could stop them.

  "Everyone be quiet for a moment. Listen to what I have to say."

  The most important thing is to comfort the Shandong people first, and as of now, the party at fault seems to be the Hebei people lying on the ground. Who would have thought that such an unintentional arrangement would lead to this outcome?

  The Shandong people in front of him were indeed not letting him off easy, some of them withholding their food allowance, they could have just gone to find Old Gao, there was no need to use this most primitive and direct method to solve the problem.

  Although using this most primitive and direct method to solve problems will always leave some sequelae, it has to be admitted that in many cases, this most direct method is often the only choice for many people. Sima knows that if he were in this situation himself, he might also choose to use this method to solve the problem.

  It's easy to deal with this matter, just give them a slap on the wrist, as long as Sima himself holds justice, these poor guys from outside won't say anything.

  Even if it's a loss for one party, more often than not, those poor guys don't want to offend their boss. Once they lose their job, there's a high chance they'll die in a foreign land.

  How should this matter be handled? Sima was obviously somewhat worried, handling it is simple, but in the future, more and more workers from various places will come continuously. If no solution is found to thoroughly solve this problem, how many times will things like today happen again?

  Today, because of one person's injustice, tomorrow it may only be because of a quarrel between two people, and someone may lose their life. Sima still clearly remembers that even in the 21st century, two groups of outsiders working on construction sites abroad, due to a quarrel between two people, ultimately led to a brawl resulting in dozens of deaths and injuries.

  This is something that Sima would not want to see happen on his own construction site, although in this era such things happened and had nothing to do with Sima. Sima did not even need to pay a penny for medical expenses for the dead and injured.

  However, if such things are allowed to happen, they will ultimately have a serious impact on the progress of the project, which is what Sima least wants to see. Sima kept sizing up the Ma Si standing in front of him, and then glanced at Li Laoliu, who had already stood up from the ground with a flattering smile.

  "Master! This matter has nothing to do with Fourth Uncle, everything was done by me and the gang."

  Guangzi saw Dongjia staring at Ma Siu unceasingly, and his heart racing, he hastily spoke up to take all the blame upon himself, thinking to exonerate Ma Si.

  If you want to thoroughly resolve this matter, you must solve it from the root. Remember who once said that peasants are scattered, undisciplined, and have never been disciplined by peasants, gathering together is the easiest to cause trouble, Sima had to admit at this time that this sentence has its correctness.

  Since they have nothing to do every day, after eating their fill, they think of bullying outsiders. Well, let's give them something to do, haven't they ever been disciplined before?

  Then give them discipline to restrain them. Let them get used to being restrained by discipline, which is also very beneficial for future management.

  Young Master!

  Just then, a hurried shout came from afar.