Splendid peasant girl busy farming

Chapter 11727

The next morning, when Yang Huazhong got up early, washed up and opened the door to the yard, he saw a familiar figure squatting at the door of his yard.

The figure had his arms around his knees and his head buried. A tobacco pouch hung behind his waist and a pipe was placed at his feet.

The pipe had long since shriveled up, and the strong, pungent smell of tobacco surrounded him.

Apparently, this person had been squatting at the door for quite some time, and had smoked the entire bag of tobacco to the bottom.

"Omura-san?"

Yang Huazhong tentatively called out the other party's name.

Mr. Omura seemed to be asleep, but also seemed not to be asleep, because when Yang Huazhong called out, he responded immediately.

He raised his head, turned his neck stiffly and looked up at Yang Huazhong: "Village head..."

Their eyes met. Omura's haggard and old face, his bloodshot eyes, and the dark circles and bags under his eyes all proved that he had not slept all night.

Omura stood up subconsciously, but he seemed to have been squatting for too long, his legs and feet were stiff and numb, and halfway through he tilted his body and fell to the side.

Yang Huazhong quickly supported him and said, "Be careful!"

Although he was not sure why the other party was waiting at the door at dawn since they had already talked it out last night, Yang Huazhong still helped the village elder walk to his own yard behind him.

"Come, let's go inside, have some tea and sit down to relax."

"Thank you, thank you very much."

In this way, Yang Huazhong helped Dacun Lao into the main room, asked him to sit down, and poured a bowl of tea for him.

In the past, village elders often came to Yang Huazhong's house to drink tea, talk, and discuss various matters of the village.

Although Yang Huazhong is the head of the village, every time when everyone discusses something together, Yang Huazhong is very respectful to the senior village elders. As the head of the village, he will always take the initiative to pour tea for the elders.

Every time, the village elder would sit there, acting like an elder, and accept the respect from Yang Huazhong as a matter of course. He had received tea from him so many times, but never like today, when he hurriedly stood up, hunched over, and took the tea bowl from Yang Huazhong with both hands, and thanked him over and over again: "Thank you, thank you!"

Omura's attitude made Yang Huazhong feel helpless. He put down his tea bowl and found a stool to sit down. When their eyes met, Yang Huazhong felt very embarrassed and didn't know what to say.

The village elder was also very embarrassed. He had been a proud figure in the village all his life, but today was the first time he had to be humble in front of others.

But there's nothing we can do. The girl had already sent a servant to deliver the message last night.

It was easy to talk to Yang Huazhong and the others, but it was difficult to talk to Yang Ruoqing.

But Omura had no choice.

So, Mr. Omura took the initiative to speak up and break the awkward silence.

"Head, I came here today to give you my verbal resignation."

"Resignation? What does that mean, Village Master?" Yang Huazhong looked confused.

Mr. Omura continued, "I am getting old, and my health is getting worse day by day. I want to retire."

Yang Huazhong was shocked.

Because the village elders had never thought of quitting before, and staying in the village elders' association, they received some benefits and care every year.

Moreover, Mr. Omura is in very good health and not as weak as he said.

"Mr. Dacun, aren't you doing well? There's no need to retire..." Mr. Dacun waved his hand and said, "Thank you for your care over the years. I'm old now. I don't know what will happen tomorrow. I might be chatting and laughing with you today, and we might even drink tea together, but tomorrow I might sleep and not see the rising sun."

"I'm tired too, so I'll quit early. You can find another suitable person to help you share the job I've vacated."

"Mr. Omura, why are you doing this? Didn't we talk it out last night? There's no need for you to do this!"

Yang Huazhong tried to persuade him earnestly, but he had never thought of forcing Omura to abdicate.

However, Mr. Omura looked like he had made up his mind. Yang Huazhong could not persuade him and could only sigh.

"Do you have any suitable candidate to recommend?" he asked.

When he asked this, he was actually giving Mr. Omura a way out and it was also another way of caring for him.

Everyone knows that in all the successive village elders’ meetings of Changping Village, the ancestors from the old village always sit firmly in the top positions of village elders.

Before the head village elder retired, he had repeatedly brought his eldest son Dasheng to meetings. The meaning was very clear. He was implicitly announcing to others that when he retired, Dasheng would take over and continue to be the village elder.

By that time, probably about ten years later, Dasheng will be in his forties, and it won't be out of place for him to join the village elders' association.

what?
Do we have to pick people around 60 years old? Otherwise, age and seniority won't be enough to control the villagers?

Haha, the person who said this is naive...

There are many old men around 60 years old in the village, but not everyone is qualified to join the village elders' council.

Where there are people, there are rivers and lakes, and the same goes for villages.

"Well, since you have made up your mind, I will not say anything more." Yang Huazhong said, "You have worked too hard for the village affairs over the years. It's time to enjoy your retirement."

Omura smiled bitterly.

He put the unfinished tea bowl back on the table, stood up unsteadily holding the edge of the table and said goodbye.

Walking out of Yang Huazhong's courtyard gate, the wind blew in his face, and he felt relieved and relaxed for the first time.
As for Yang Huazhong, he was completely confused. Xiao An just got up and came to the front yard. He saw his father standing at the door, looking puzzled.

Xiao An asked the reason, and when he heard Yang Huazhong say this, Xiao An smiled and understood.

"Dad, this matter has nothing to do with you or me. Someone is putting pressure on the village elder behind the scenes, so that he came here before dawn to wait for you and resign from the position of village elder in person!"

"Who is putting pressure on Mr. Omura?" Yang Huazhong asked.

Xiao An said nothing, just looked at him with a smile.

The father and son looked at each other without saying a word, but the answer was obvious.

Qing'er (sister)!

"Dad, this is the best arrangement. Let's not create any more trouble." Xiao An said again.

Yang Huazhong thought about it and nodded: "I think Wang Hongtao is good. He has been the village chief for several years and he cares about our villagers."

It's just that during the years when Wang Hongtao was the head of the village, he was always sidelined by the village elder...

"Dad, I believe my sister will also think that Uncle Wang Hongtao is the best replacement for the village elder!"

"Okay, then I'll go sit down at Wang Hongtao's house and talk to him, and then I'll gather the other village elders to finalize this matter!"