Xiping Village in early autumn is a lively scene.

If this were the case in previous years, people in the village would have been complaining again and again. But this year is different. The state dared to cancel the public purchase of grain, which means more production and less production. All the harvests in the land belong to the family, and the township government has also canceled the purchase of grain. It is really a great thing to coordinate and set aside a series of funds for the village.

Next to the big stone in front of the village committee, a group of villagers were sitting in a lively conversation. Mr. Xia moved his snow-white beard, shook his white hair, and said tremblingly: "Oh! From ancient times to the present, in so many dynasties, There is no one who is exempted from the royal ration at all. I didn’t expect it! Today’s society is so good. You don’t have to hand over anything. It’s all your own. If there are still people who are hungry, they must be lazy.”

Mr. Xia's words caused everyone to burst into laughter. Some people turned their attention to Zhang Er who was playing chess. Zhang Er shrank his neck, coughed twice and said, "Don't look at me. Our family will definitely have enough food this year." To eat, in previous years, wasn’t it always the case that there was a shortage once we went to the public to purchase grain? And weren’t all the money collected coming from grain?”

"Ahem! I have to grow food on the ground and have no source of income. It's strange that I'm not nervous." said a long, white and shy woman with a big belly. She sat on the steps in front of the village committee. She was none other than , it was Xia Jian and the others who had peeked at Song Fang, a southern woman taking a bath. Her complexion was different from the others in the village.

"Economic source! Apart from farming, what else can this poor place do? The land in the south is not as rich as yours. You can make money from anything." The person who answered this was Xia Jian's follower Chen Erniu. This kid, since Xia Jian As soon as he left Xiping Village, he lost his backbone and was idle, complaining either about heaven or earth.

When Song Fang saw someone talking to her, she stood up, put her hands on her hips, and said in a loud voice: "The source of income is for village leaders to find projects. Everyone should follow suit. Your Xiping Village should have re-elected long ago to let the capable people People have come out to do things.”

"My aunt, what are you talking about! Go back to the house quickly, don't be tired." Wang Junli appeared out of nowhere, supported his wife and walked home. Don't look at this Wang Junli who is tall and talented. I heard that I am most afraid of this wife, and it’s no wonder. To put it harshly, he kidnapped his wife. If she had children, it’s not certain whether she would stay.

Song Fang's few words immediately caused the gossips to explode. Everyone started talking, but no one dared to speak loudly. Seeing this, Chen Erniu stopped Wang Junli and his wife with a smile, and said with a smile: "I Talking about Sister-in-law Song Fang, you are not only beautiful, but you also speak well. Why don't you tell everyone, what is election? "

"Go, go, go, who is your sister-in-law?" Wang Junli pushed away Chen Erniu, who was standing in front of them. He hated the way this guy looked at his wife, and the way he and Xia Jian peeked at him. Someone told him that his wife had exposed her mouth while she was taking a shower, and he overheard it, so he had already made a mental note of this Chen Erniu.

But Song Fang just liked to show off. When Chen Erniu asked, she walked and said: "The election is a vote by all the villagers. Whoever gets the most votes will be the leader." Song Fang wanted to continue, but Wang Junli He just dragged her away.

Looking at the couple walking away, Chen Erniu muttered a little carelessly: "If you don't call me sister-in-law, why don't you call me mother?"

There was a roar, and everyone laughed and rolled forward and backward.

Zhang Er laughed and said, "Er Niu! Have you fallen in love with someone else's wife? Be careful!"

"I've taken a liking to you, a big man like you." Chen Erniu pretended to be angry and chased after him, and the villagers laughed even louder.

Wang Degui had the habit of taking a nap at noon every day, but today he couldn't sleep. He walked squarely in the main room with his hands behind his back, smoking the dry tobacco stick and making a loud clicking sound.

Chen Yueqin, who came back from a visit outside, looked at the old man and said with a little heartache: "Dad! Changing policies is a big deal in this country. What kind of popularity are you in? Besides, I think it's a good thing. You said every year

How many people have been offended by rushing to deliver food and collect payments?"

"It's a waste of words, you really have a long head and a short sight. If a village doesn't have these things, what would I, the village chief, do? If I don't have these things to suppress some people, will the villagers still take me seriously?" Wang Degui interrupted.

What my wife Chen Yueqin said made all the anger fall on my wife.

Chen Yueqin, who had been wronged, twisted her body and sat on the edge of the kang, pouting without saying a word. The room seemed very quiet for a while.

At this moment, Wang Youcai ran in with his chest open. As soon as he entered the door, he shouted: "Dad, things are going to change in Xixi and Xiping Village."

"Speak slowly, look at the way you are dead. You are already twenty-four or five years old. You have reached the age of talking about your wife. You don't pay attention to your image at all. Whose girl can still like you? Are you running away again?

You are harassing Zhao Hong, it will be strange if I don’t beat you to death." Wang Degui was so angry that he took off his shoes and threw them at Wang Youcai.

Wang Youcaitou turned aside and missed. Wang Degui was about to take off his other shoe. Chen Yueqin suddenly jumped down from the edge of the kang and stood in front of Wang Degui. She cried and said: "Hit me. If you want to hit me, just hit me."

Let's beat them both to death together, so you can save your time alone."

Wang Degui threw his hands and squatted down on the chair in the main room in anger. His eyes kept rolling upward. If he were thinner, he would look like a giant monkey.

"Oops! What are you doing, what are you doing! We have to deal with the outside world." Wang Youcai stammered, and after a lot of effort, he explained to Wang Degui what others had told him about Song Fang's election.

Wang Degui, who was squatting on the chair, unconsciously sat down and his face looked very ugly. When Wang Youcai saw this, he disappeared in a flash. Chen Yueqin was puzzled. She laughed and said: "What are you afraid of in the election? Apart from you in the village,

Apart from this ability, who else can become the village chief?"

"That's not necessarily true. A few days ago, Secretary Liu of Pingyang Town mentioned in front of me that the appointment of village cadres should be young and knowledgeable, but I can't take advantage of these two things, alas!

This person is rich and has nothing to live up to. If he really loses the election, our family's life will be difficult." Wang Degui sighed, looking like the situation was over.

Chen Yueqin frowned for a while, then suddenly smiled and said: "Dad! It's time to put your connections in the provincial capital to use. Didn't you say you want to find someone for Youdao to go to college? Don't you want to do the two things together?

better"

"Yes! Why did I forget about this? I will leave tomorrow and ask Youcai to follow me. I will also treat his stuttering disease by the way. I heard that there are many good doctors in the provincial capital. I will take a look at them on the way.

"Wang Degui slapped his thigh happily, and the dark clouds on his face disappeared without a trace in an instant.

In the courtyard of Xia Jian's house in Xiping Village, dozens of clan members headed by Mr.

, they are appointed from above every year, and I have never heard of an election. If there is an election, there will definitely be fewer people with the surname Xia than people with the surname Wang in Xiping Village.

Xia Zecheng lit a pot of cigarettes for Mr. Xia, and then asked everyone to be quiet and said: "It's useless for everyone to argue like this. Firstly, it has not been decided whether the election can be held. Secondly, have you made up your mind? Don't let it happen."

Wang Degui, who should I choose? Who has the ability to be the village chief? Why can't I see it?" Xia Ze said, shaking his head gently.

Xia Jian's mother, Sun Yuejuan, quit her job. She was sitting in the corner of the yard with some women (Xiping Village is relatively conservative. When men discuss matters, women cannot participate and can only listen. The older they are, the more particular they are about this.) But

Upon hearing what Xia Zecheng said, she couldn't help but burst out with anger. She took two hurried steps and shouted at Xia Zecheng: "You useless old thing, have you forgotten how Xia Jian left the school?

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When Xia Zecheng saw his wife like this, he stood up in a hurry and said nervously: "You damn bitch, aren't you afraid that this brat like you will come back and cause trouble if you find out?" Xia Zecheng wanted to cover his wife's mouth.

Sun Yuejuan was so angry that she kicked Xia Zecheng and returned to the corner unconvinced.

"Haha! Actually! When it comes to elections, I think this kid Xia Jian can do it. Firstly, he has gone to high school and is knowledgeable. Secondly, he can subdue anyone in this village. As the village chief, there is no need.

How can one be convinced? If it had been anyone else, the three children of the Wang family alone would have drank from him." Mr. Xia seems to have thought about it a long time ago, and his clan members will generally listen to his words.

Xia Zecheng, on the other hand, shook his head and said: "If the third master promotes him, that kid will cause trouble. He is not the material to be the village chief at all. You should think about other people!"

"I'm optimistic about Xia Jian. Can he learn from it if he doesn't know how to be a village chief? With so many of us supporting him, he will definitely be able to do a good job. You'd better call him back, uncle!" Xia Sanhu looked at Xia Zecheng eagerly.
Chapter completed!