Chapter 407 The wise and concise village chief

"Smooth talk." The old village chief commented on Zhang Jia.

If you don’t know what he has done, outsiders will think that the village chief is really a respected person.

When Zhang Jia saw the old village chief holding a majestic face, he felt that the ancestors said the truth.

People should not behave like appearance.

"Stubborn and scheming." Zhang Jia replied bluntly.

It’s not that he disrespects the elderly, and this village chief is not worthy of his respect.

"Uncle, they had just come down from the mountain, and they must have alarmed the great immortal. If the great immortal blames it, all the people in our village will suffer. Uncle, you can't let them leave like this." Seeing his companion, the middle-aged man who was locked by Zhang Jia also had the confidence. He spoke loudly, not only following the village chief, but also the villagers hiding in the yards on both sides of the road to watch the fun heard it, "They are also beating people, I want to ask them to come to the village to explain. They took action without saying a word. Uncle, I'm almost beaten to death!"

The other three followed suit and charged.

Standing close to the village chief, a middle-aged man in a black jacket spoke with a dark face, "Dad, I answered the phone call from my elder brother just now, saying that my second brother was gone, did my second brother be bitten to death by a dog, or did I say that it was bitten by the wild dog. Who knows if the wild dog listened to them, I can't just let go of my second brother's death."

The village chief kept lowering his eyes. He heard this and lifted his eyelids and said to Ming Xun: "You all heard it. Even if I want, the villagers in my village must need an explanation. And my nephew, the wronged person, will die, and I have to give him an explanation."

The old man who had just received the money was far behind the crowd, a little uneasy. He was worried that Shi Luo would tell what he had said just now. Even though the village chief would not do anything to him on the surface, he would definitely wear small shoes behind his back.

It doesn't matter if he lives or dies, he has children and grandchildren.

"You should know better than us whether there are great immortals in that mountain." Shi Luo put the old man's uneasiness into his eyes, and she said loudly, "As for the explanation, if you are willing to listen, you can come out. I will give you an explanation."

"Little girl, don't talk big, you have to know that sometimes disaster comes from your mouth."

"I never speak nonsense." Shi Luo retorted.

The village chief looked at Shi Luo deeply.

The village chief thought he was tall when he was young. Even if he grew older and his body shrank, he was still tall and thin. He had a national face and looked a little fierce when he was cold.

"Tie these people up!" The village chief's son did not allow anyone to provoke his father's authority in front of the whole village.

Someone is going to step forward.

The old village chief calmed his expression and raised his hand slightly to stop these people from moving.

"Your daughter, you can say it, but you can't say it in vain." In front of the villagers, he still wants to be convinced by virtue. "In this way, if you say it right, you can leave. The Great Immortal will be punished. I will bear it for you. If you say it wrong, then go and apologize to the Great Immortal."

Many people who have received favors from the village chief were unhappy.

"The village chief, why should you be polite to them? But it's enough for them to offend the great immortals to take advantage of them. They should throw them on the mountain and let the great immortals settle the score with them." An old man younger than the village chief looked at Shi Luo and looked at the four of them as if they were looking at the unforgivable thugs. He shouted to the villagers: "You all know what kind of person the village chief is. Everyone has never forgotten how much the village chief has done for everyone over the years, right?"

"Take the year of drought as an example. If the village chief hadn't taken out his family's stock in the next few years, our village would have had a hard time."

The villagers who had eaten the village chief’s family nodded.

"Also, don't forget, which village chief has never helped those families who were in trouble in those years?" The old man pointed to a man in front of him. "Wang Er, did your wife want to have a baby back then, did the village chief send someone to take your wife to the hospital overnight on a tricycle? The doctor said that if it weren't for the timely delivery, your wife would have a life of one corpse!"

The Wang Er nodded, "The village chief is the savior of our whole family. I'll ask the village chief to get my son's name."

The old man pointed at another middle-aged man who was smoking, "And Dadong, your mother had a cerebral hemorrhage that year and you didn't have money to see a doctor. Did the village chief lend you it? Now your mother can still go downstairs, is it a blessing for the village chief?"

Dadong threw away the cigarette butts, crushed it hard with his feet, and then strode behind the village chief, glaring at the four of them, "Who dares to bully the village chief?"

For Dadong Thirty, it is not tall, but fat. Depending on the body size, it can be at least 200 kilograms.

He stood opposite him, which was quite intimidating.

After that, the old man ordered a few more people, and they stood behind the village chief.

"Ms. Shi, this village chief does bad things and good things at the same time. It won't offset his sins, right?" So the village chief has only been doing well over the years.

"It cannot be offset." Sin is sin. If it can be offset, then everyone can do bad things first and then good things.

"He must have done more bad things. If it really offsets it, it would be unfair." Zhang Jia muttered.

Ming Xun glanced at him.

Zhang Jia hurriedly shut up and fell to his side when he stood back.

The few people behind him wanted to untie the rope secretly. Zhang Jia turned around, snorted coldly, and then tightened the rope. The people screamed in pain and dared not struggle anymore.

After the old man who was talking nonstop, Shi Luo asked slowly: "Have he finished his merits?"

The old man hated himself for being old and having a bad memory, and did not remember all the good deeds done by the village chief.

He looked around and said to the villagers who were still watching the fun: "You haven't forgotten the village chief, right?"

To the expectations, few responded to him.

"It seems that this village chief is not very popular either." Zhang Jia murmured.

Although some of the villagers were brainwashed, some were also clear-minded, but due to the village chief's tyranny, they were just complaining about it.

If they really want to say that the village chief is so good, they cannot be disobeying their conscience.

"Then let's talk about his sins." Shi Luo seemed to have not seen the old man's purple face. She continued, "His sins can be described as endless books."

The old man spoke again, "The village chief is dedicated to our village, and he has no sin."

As he said that, the old man stepped on his feet and said, "Did you see this cement road? The village chief ran to the town many times, and the leaders of the town allocated funds to build roads. With this road, it was convenient for us to enter and exit the village. At that time, our village was the first to build roads. Because this road was built, it was all the way to the main road at the back. It was convenient for our village to enter and exit. Every year, people who came to collect grain came to our village first, and they gave us the most money. The village chief could not finish talking about the good things he did!"

After the old man spitted and said, Zhang Jia couldn't help but ask him, "Uncle, you can't be the tutor of the village chief's family, right? How could you say so?"

He felt that he was the spokesperson for Miss Shi and President Ming, and neither of this old man could make a fool of himself.

"you--"

Zhang Jia interrupted him, "You have been talking for so long, don't have your mouth! You might as well take a break first and let us say something."

Zhang Jia looked at the village chief again and tentatively said, "If we are right later, the village chief, don't be dependent on the debt. Just admit the good deeds you did and the evil deeds you did will be struck by lightning. It doesn't matter if you strike yourself. If you strike your descendants, that's not good."

The village chief's unmoving figure shook.

The village chief's son hurriedly helped his father, "Dad, stop talking nonsense to them, these people are here to make trouble."

"Let them say." The whole village looked at him, and he had to convince these people.

Zhang Jia curled his lips, and he said to Qu Aiguo in a voice that everyone could hear: "Brother Qu, why do I think this village chief is like a person?"

Qu Aiguo rarely cooperates with him, "Who do you like?"

"Like Yue Buqun in that TV series." Zhang Jia touched her chin and replied.

Qu Aiguo knew that Zhang Jia meant that Yue Buqun was a hypocrite, but he deliberately misunderstood. He replied in the same loud voice: "What do you mean is that the village chief's children are not his?"

Some people who have watched TV series quickly understood Qu Aiguo's meaning, while others lowered their heads and held back their laughter.

Yue Buqun is a person who has castrated himself.

Being offended in front of the whole village is still the dignity of a man. The village chief's majestic expression could not be maintained. There was a fierce light in his eyes. The village chief grabbed the crutch and knocked hard on the ground. "Young man, you must know that you can eat food and you can't talk nonsense!"

After angering the village chief, Zhang Jia closed his mouth with satisfaction.

However, the village chief's son did not allow anyone to slander his father. He took out a machete from behind and rushed towards Zhang Jia.

"San Lao! Come back for me!"

"Dad, these guys are too much!"

"Let them say that right and wrong, everyone has a judgment in their hearts. You can keep your broken iron." The village chief glared at his son.

His son really hurt people with a machete. He could not even explain what he could see with so many eyes.

The village chief's son had to walk back in disappointment.

Since Zhang Jia deliberately found fault, Shi Luo has been observing the village chief.

It was her turn to speak, Shi Luo said: "You have indeed saved people, but you saved people not because of your original intention, just because you need a reputation of virtue."

A reputation with virtue will bring fame. Only with fame can most villagers convince him, and he can stand firm in the village, so that he can create conditions for his descendants.

When the villagers realized that his Liang family was already lush and no one could shake it.

The village chief closed his eyes again and let Shi Luo speak.

"You have a heavy blood debt."

Shi Luo finished speaking, and Zhang Jia next to him suddenly spoke, but the words he said were ghosts, "Little girl, how many evil people are in this world? They are so sinful, and they are the ones you should deal with. Although I have ever planned to do anything, they are far less cruel than him."

Shi Luo directly slapped a talisman on Zhang Jia.

Zhang Jia shook his body and came back to his senses, "Miss Shi, has that ghost appeared again?"

"Don't be distracted." Shi Luo reminded him.

Zhang Jia stood up and focused.

The spokesperson of the village chief was about to speak again, but Shi Luo looked at him coldly.

He only felt his throat tightening and his mouth opened, but he could no longer say a word.

The old man looked at Shi Luo in horror.

"There was annihilation incident in your village back then. The village chief who was exterminated was your village chief more than 20 years ago. The great immortal you thought was just a cover for you. The real murderer was someone else."

"Is it the village chief?" Zhang Jia couldn't help but ask in a low voice.

"no."

This answer was unexpected.

"But it has nothing to do with him." Shi Luo said again.
Chapter completed!