Wu Rong looked at the mirror at home and knew that he had been reborn. He had congenital heart disease since he was a child in his previous life. He lived for twenty-eight years and died on the operating table. However, he walked in the underworld, saving money and hardship to guard his death birthday number, and guarded the single-ticket worth six yuan for nine years. Once he won the Zhongfu Lottery Award, he finally won a chance to be reborn.

That day, people were crowded by the Naihe Bridge. Wu Rong knelt three times and kowtowed nine times under the gaze of attention. He thanked the judge of the King of Hell, thanked the bullhead and horse-faced and the soul-detained ghosts. He jumped into the Naihe Bridge and was reborn on the body of this seven-foot man. The man in the mirror was 1.9 meters tall and had a big butt with a big waist, a beard on his face, a beard with a grip on his mouth, and a yellow teeth and a bad breath. The good news is that he will be strong in his life, just like a cow.

I looked at the mirror for a few more times. I guess it was because the medicine that Meng Po specially prepared before had dispersed. All the memories of the underworld were blurred. A moment later, the painful memories of nine years of life in the underworld were wiped completely by the medicine of Meng Po. After a while, I only remembered that I entered the operating room yesterday, and after a moment, I was reborn on this strong man like a bandit. I put on a few shapes in front of the mirror and recognized the strong man. This strong man is now himself, and his name is Zhao Daxi, the village chief of his hometown Zhaojia Village, nicknamed Bandit.

Chapter 1

Zhao Daxi hummed a small song in front of the mirror, and then he realized that he was in a simple bathroom.

He had a little obsession with cleanliness in his previous life. He felt a little disgusting when he smelled the stinky smell on his body. He grabbed the toothbrush and brushed it a few times before he found that the toothpaste that had been soaked in water had expired, and there was still a odor in his mouth. He smoked too much cigarette and was still a little bitter. In desperation, he grabbed the electric shaver again. As soon as he put it on his face, the thick beard on his face blocked the blade.

He just screamed in his heart, and a coquettish female voice had already heard from outside: "Have you finished washing? You are not allowed to go to my bed if you can't wash it clean."

Zhao Daxi was originally a literary young man in his previous life. He was in poor health and always liked to lie on the bed to read books. When he heard the coquettish female voice, he was still moved. He scrubbed a few times and left the bathroom. He saw a young woman lying on a big bed, looking at a 25 or 26-year-old lying on the kang to watch TV. His hair was still wet when he had just taken a shower.

She turned around and smiled, which seemed to others: "I'm stupid, come up!"

Zhao Daxi was so excited that he was so busy that he closed his eyes with a snorkeling, and his huge body of nearly 200 kilograms was pressed up.

The slutty woman under her was suppressed by him and she snorted: "Oh, I want to crush someone to death, get up."

Zhao Daxi had no experience with women. When he heard that his old face was hot, his face was dark, so he couldn't tell whether he was blushing or not. The big yellow dog in front of the bed suddenly raised his ears and barked wildly. Zhao Daxi was startled and shivered. The woman on her body refused to follow her, so she was naturally extremely dissatisfied.

Zhao Daxi came back to his senses and screamed at his own mother, and finally recognized her. He remembered that Zhao Lihua, a young widow in Zhaojia Village, had a little relative with him in his previous life. He screamed at his ancestors and ran away quickly. If this was to be taken in ancient times, he would have to be caught paraded. He grabbed his clothes beside the bed and put them on his body and left the little widow's house with a heavy head.

Zhao Lihua was still smiling beside her: "Village Chief, come again when you have time."

When Zhao Daxi heard the darkness in front of his eyes, he felt a little regretful and handed over the most important first time. Fortunately, he was open-minded by nature and regretted for a while. He looked at the darkness around him, and barely remembered that the bandits lived at the east end of the village, climbed onto his own bed and lying down, so he had time to calm down his excitement.

Thinking of Zhao Daxi's reputation, he was also a famous village tyrant in the villages of 10 miles back then. Zhaojia Village had a geographical advantage by guarding National Highway 302. Another bandit village chief often digging pits on the national highway to block roads and forced to charge tolls. Especially when drivers from other places mentioned Zhaojia Village, they were simply frightened. Many drivers of large goods and passengers would rather take a detour for dozens of kilometers than avoid the dangerous land of Zhaojia Village.

Later, when the crackdown was about 2000, Zhao Daxi was arrested and shot because of great public anger. He was shocked and quickly got up and flipped through the calendar. He saw that it was 1997 and was relieved. He was already shocked and sweated. He was so cold that he was crying. He lay back on the bed and thought for a while. 1997 was the year when Hong Kong returned. This Zhaojia Village was only 500 kilometers away from Guangzhou and was guarding National Highway 302. It may not be a great opportunity.

Although Zhao Daxi died in the bathroom of the little widow's house for some reason, since he didn't pick up this pair of skins, he had to avoid the fate of being shot three years later. As he thought about it, he fell asleep. The village chief snored like thunder in the house. Fortunately, the villagers around him had already become accustomed to it, and they just thought it was thunder in the sky and it was about to rain. When he was sleeping in the middle of the night, he vaguely heard the shouts of killing outside, and he just thought it was just a dream and ignored it.

In a daze, he was a little vaguely concerned. It was early summer. When Zhao Daxi thought of the abundant idlers in Zhaojia Village in 1997, he was a little scheming. There were troublemakers in the remote mountains and remote areas. The hometown of Zhaojia Village was like this because of the word "poor". Since he was reborn as a village chief of the black man in this life, he always had to use the courage that others did not have to do a business.

I was dreaming about the fairy sister, and suddenly someone slapped the door: "Uncle, something happened, there was a fight at the entrance of the village."

Zhao Daxi woke up slowly, shook his head and spoke in a deep voice: "If you have anything to do, I'll talk about it tomorrow."

The man outside the door was helpless for a moment, and suddenly a crisp gunshot pierced the night sky. Zhao Daxi was frightened and sweated, and quickly turned over to the ground. Only then did he remember that the people of Zhaojia Village, their hometown, were fierce and often used swords and guns with fellow villagers from all over the countryside. This gunshot might have caused a big mess.

He rushed to the entrance of the village and was even more shocked. The entrance of the village was already excited. More than 20 young men searched the guys and were pulling a pair of men and women out of a Buick sedan and beating them. The couple were not old. The man and the man had already been snatched away a gun from his hand. He should have fired the gun.

Zhao Daxi was shocked and shouted at the top of his throat: "Stop!"

His roaring sound made him startle. The young man in Zhaojia Village stopped when he shouted loudly, and kicked the young man a few times before he stepped aside. Zhao Daxi looked at the woman who was pretty and dressed very stylishly. Then he looked at the Buick sedan and screamed in his heart. The military license plate with red letters was also equipped with a gun, so he might be offended by someone.

Zhao Daxi sniffed in his heart and cursed: "Get out of here!"

The young man from Zhaojia Village refused to obey and wanted to argue: "Uncle, these two people will have to shoot people with guns if they don't pay..."

Zhao Daxi was already angry and slapped her hard. After a crisp sound, the beaten one staggered down. The young people in Zhaojia Village were frightened and retreated. Zhao Daxi took a step forward with anxiety in his heart. Fortunately, the woman was just frightened, and the man was much more miserable and was beaten to the point of bruising.

Zhao Daxi calmed down and quickly apologized: "Brother, I'm sorry."

The beaten young man wiped his blood and was furious: "You know who I am. Tell you that my name is Bai Jun, an active-duty soldier of the border defense detachment. My father is Bai Jiashan and my uncle is Bai Jiachang... This matter is not over!"

When Zhao Daxi heard this, he screamed again. This kid was the nephew of Bai Bawang of Baijiachang, Beishan County. This trouble was a big deal. He was meticulous and knew that he could not give in, so he pretended to make a comeback and his face darkened. He thought that Zhao Tufhe was a mess in his previous life and was not easy to act too cowardly.

He pretended to be fierce and said coldly: "What do you want? Do you know who I am? This is Zhaojia Village and I am Zhao Tufen!"

He wanted to scare the young man to settle the matter, but he didn't expect that when the young man heard about Zhao's bandit's name, he looked at his face and his arrogance disappeared. He shivered out of thin air and dared not say those harsh words. Zhao Daxi took advantage of the situation to hand him the gun. The young man dared not disobey and took the gun in his hand, and although he was cowardly, he got in the car and left.

Zhao Daxi called out another tragic cry in his heart. He knew that the Zhao bandit would do all kinds of evil in daily life and would be shot to death sooner or later. Even the active soldier of Bai Bawang's nephew, who was beaten in Zhaojia Village, could only swallow his anger. It can be seen that the power of the Zhao bandit was so powerful that it was at its peak.
Chapter completed!