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Wang Fugui opened the large woven bag, revealing an object the size of a suitcase—a battery. The rest of the contents consisted of some packaging paper, kitchen scraps, lobster shells, leftover bones, and several empty bottles, all mixed together.
Wang Fugui then opened the waste tank and poured its contents out. Murky black wastewater immediately spilled onto the ground. As he looked at the garbage before him, Wang Fugui fell into deep thought.
The box of wastewater and the battery were difficult to explain. However, the food packaging and leftover scraps clearly indicated that there were indeed living people in that house; after all, machines did not require such things. It seemed he intended to live there for a long time, suggesting that the house must have stored quite a bit of food.
Wang Fugui pondered whether he should gather all the villagers to break into that house and seize the food inside. He had previously seen that the person living there had a gun, and attacking his house could result in villagers being shot.
However, after a moment's reflection, Wang Fugui felt that breaking into that house would likely yield more benefits than drawbacks. A single handgun could only kill so many people; with over a hundred villagers combined, losing a few wouldn’t be a significant loss.
Moreover, Wang Fugui wanted to shift internal conflicts into external ones. He had already realized this when he witnessed the conflict between the Liu Family and Zhao Family earlier that morning. Now, with food supplies dwindling among all villagers, fights over food could erupt at any moment. If these villagers began to turn on each other, the order within his group would collapse.
At this critical juncture, if he could establish a common enemy for them to unite against, it would help resolve internal conflicts automatically. Many countries in history have employed this strategy; when class struggles became particularly sharp domestically, those in power would initiate foreign wars to divert attention from internal strife and maintain their rule.
Thus, guiding the villagers' internal conflicts towards an external conflict with Lu Xiaoran was undoubtedly a choice where benefits outweighed harms.
Having made up his mind, Wang Fugui carried the woven bag filled with garbage and walked into the center of the crowd. He called out to the villagers, raising his voice: "Fellow villagers, we just discovered a house in the South where someone is living! That person is extremely malicious; one of our companions has already died at his hands."
As he spoke, Wang Fugui lifted the woven bag and began pulling out its contents one by one, displaying them to the villagers.
This bag was thrown away by that person, and all the trash inside is leftover food he didn't finish.
The villagers stared wide-eyed at the lobster shells, thicker than their wrists, and various luxury snack packaging. They could hardly imagine that while they were reduced to eating wild grasses and leaves, someone living in that house could indulge in such extravagant food.
After Wang Fugui finished displaying the garbage, he continued to address the crowd: "Now, let's smash that house and kill the person inside to avenge our fellow villagers. Moreover, if we take his food supplies, we won't have to go hungry anymore."
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