She made fire by setting up a stall

Chapter 407 The Wily Village Chief

"Slick tongue." The old village head commented on Zhang Jia.

If you don't know what he has done, outsiders will think that this village chief is really a respectable person.

Seeing the majestic face of the old village head, Zhang Jia felt that what the old ancestor said was true.

People can't be seen.

"Scheming." Zhang Jia replied bluntly.

It's not that he doesn't respect the elderly, the village chief doesn't deserve his respect.

"Uncle, they came down from the mountain just now, they must have alarmed Daxian. If Daxian blames them, everyone in our village will suffer. Uncle, we can't let them go away like this." Seeing his companion, the leader held by Zhang Jia The middle-aged man also gained confidence, he spoke very loudly, not only followed the village chief, but even the villagers hiding in the yard on both sides of the road to watch the excitement heard, "They are still beating people, I just want to ask them to come to the village to explain One moment, they will attack without saying a word, uncle, I will be beaten to death!"

Three others followed suit.

Standing next to the village head, a middle-aged man in a black jacket said with a dark face, "Dad, I answered the call from my eldest brother just now, saying that the second brother is gone, did the second brother get bitten to death by a dog?" Yes, or two, it was bitten by the wild dog, who knows if the wild dog listened to them, second brother's death can't just be left alone."

The village chief kept his eyes down. Hearing this, he raised his eyelids, and still said to Ming Xun: "You all heard that, even if I want to, all the villagers in my village need an explanation, and my nephew, I have to give him an explanation for the injustice of death."

The old man who had just taken the money stood far behind the crowd, feeling a little uneasy. He was worried that Shi Luo would tell the public what he had just said, and that even though the village chief would not do anything to him in the open, he would definitely give him back in the dark. Wear small shoes.

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

"Whether there is a great immortal on that mountain or not, you should know better than us." Shi Luo took the old man's anxiety into her eyes, and said loudly, "As for the explanation, if you are willing to listen, you can come out, and I will give it to all of you. An explanation."

"Little girl, don't speak big words, you must know that sometimes disasters will come out of your mouth."

"I'll never say anything casually." Shi Luo retorted.

The village chief looked at Shi Luo seriously.

The village chief thought he was tall when he was young, even though he was old and his body shrank, he was still tall and thin. He had a square face, and he looked a little fierce when he was cold.

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

Someone is about to step forward.

The old village chief turned his face away, and raised his hand slightly to stop these people from moving.

"Girl, you can say it, but you can't say it in vain." In front of the villagers, he still has to convince others with virtue, "Well, if you are right, you can go, and the immortal will punish you, and I will bear it for you , if you are wrong, then honestly go and apologize to Daxian."

Many people who have been favored by the village head are not angry.

"Village Chief, why be polite to them, but just because they offended the Great Immortal is enough for them to go around, they should be thrown on the mountain and let the Great Immortal settle accounts with them." An old man who was younger than the village chief looked at him. The four of them seemed to be looking at the heinous thugs. He said loudly to the villagers: "You all know what kind of person the village chief is. Have you not forgotten how many things the village chief has done for you all these years?"

"Take the drought year as an example. If the village head 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 food from the village chief's house nodded one after another.

"Also, don't you forget, which village head didn't help those families who had difficulties in those years?" The old man pointed to a man obliquely in front of him, "Wang Er, your wife was going to have a baby back then, was it the village head?" Did you send someone to take your wife to the hospital in a tricycle overnight? The doctor said, if it wasn't delivered in time, your wife would die twice!"

That Wang Er nodded, "The village chief is the savior of our family. I still ask the village chief to give me my son's name."

The old man pointed to another middle-aged man who was smoking, "And Dadong, your mother had a cerebral hemorrhage that year, and you had no money to see a doctor. Did the village chief borrow it from you? Now your mother can still walk, is it thanks to the village? long?"

Dadong threw away the cigarette butt, crushed it vigorously with his feet, then strode up behind the village chief, glaring at the four of them, "Which of you dare to bully the village chief?"

For Dadong Thirty, he is not tall, but he is fat. Judging by his body shape, he must be at least two hundred catties.

He stood opposite, quite capable of bluffing.

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

"Miss Shi, this village head is doing bad things while doing good things at the same time, won't all his sins be offset?" That's why the village head has lived a good life all these years.

"It can't be offset." Sins are sins, and if they can be offset, then everyone can do bad things first, and then do good things.

"He must have done more bad things. It would be too unfair if they were offset." Zhang Jia muttered.

Ming Xun glanced at him.

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

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

When the eloquent old man finished talking, Shi Luo asked unhurriedly, "Has he finished talking about his merits?"

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

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

Unexpectedly, very few responded to him.

"It seems that the village chief is not very popular." Zhang Jia muttered.

Although some villagers have been brainwashed, there are also those with clear minds, but because of the village chief's despotic power, they just make compromises.

If they really want them to say how good the village chief is, they can't go against their conscience.

"Then let's talk about his sins." Shi Luo didn't seem to see the old man's purple face, she continued, "His sins can be described beyond words."

The old man spoke again, "The village chief is only thinking of our village, he has no sin."

As he said that, the old man stepped on his feet and said, "Did you see this cement road? It was the village chief who went to the town so many times that the leaders of the town allocated funds to build the road. With this road, we can go in and out of the village with ease." Convenience, our village was the first to build roads back then, because this road was built, leading to the main road at the back, it is convenient for cars to enter and exit our village, people who come to collect grain every year are the first to come to our village, to give us The money is also the most, and the good deeds that the village chief has done are beyond words!"

After the old man finished spitting, Zhang Jia couldn't help but ask him, "Master, you can't be the trustee of the village chief's family, right? How can you say that?"

He felt that he was the spokesperson of Miss Shi and Mr. Ming, and no one like this uncle could talk nonsense.

"you--"

Zhang Jia interrupted him, "You've been talking for so long, stop talking! Why don't you take a break first, and let us talk."

Zhang Jia looked at the village chief again, probing with a half-smile, "If we're right later, village chief, don't lie to your debt. If you only admit the good deeds you did, but don't admit the evil deeds, you will be struck by lightning. It doesn't matter if you kill yourself, but if you kill your descendants, that would be bad."

The village chief's immobile figure swayed.

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

"Let them talk." The eyes of the whole village were watching, and he had to convince them.

Zhang Jia pouted, and said to Qu Aiguo in a 'quiet' voice that everyone could hear: "Brother Qu, how do I think the village chief looks like a person?"

It was rare for Qu Aiguo to cooperate with him, "Like who?"

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

Qu Aiguo knew that what Zhang Jia meant was that Yue Buqun was a hypocrite, so he intentionally misunderstood it. He replied with the same loud voice: "You mean, the village chief's sons and daughters are not his?"

Some who watched the TV series quickly understood what Qu Aiguo meant, and some lowered their heads and held back their laughter.

Yue Buqun is a person who lived in the palace.

It is a man's dignity to be offended in front of the whole village. The village chief's majestic expression could not be maintained no matter what. There was a fierce light in his eyes. Knowing that you can eat indiscriminately, you can't talk indiscriminately!"

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

The village head's son didn't allow anyone to slander his father. He took out a machete from behind and rushed towards Zhang Jia.

"Third brother! Come back to me!"

"Dad, these boys are too much!"

"Let them say, right and wrong, everyone has judgment in their hearts, you put away your rags." The village chief gave his son a look.

His son really wounded people with a machete, so many pairs of eyes watching him, he couldn't even tell why.

The village chief's son could only walk back resentfully.

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

When it was her turn to speak, Shi Luo said: "You have indeed saved people, but you didn't save people out of your original intention, just because you need a reputation of being a virtuous person."

A virtuous reputation brings prestige, and only by being famous can most of the villagers obey him, and he can stand firm in the village, so that he can create conditions for the younger generation.

When the villagers reacted, his Liang family was already flourishing, and no one could shake it.

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

"You have a heavy debt of blood."

When Shi Luo finished speaking, Zhang Jia beside him suddenly spoke, but the words that came out were those of a ghost, "Little girl, how many wicked people are there in this world? They are the ones you should deal with because of their sinful crimes. People, but far less ruthless than him."

Shi Luo directly slapped Zhang Jia with a talisman.

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

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

Zhang Jia hurriedly stood up, concentrating.

The spokesperson for the village chief was about to speak again, but Shi Luo gave him a cold look.

He only felt his throat tighten and he opened his mouth, but he couldn't say a word.

The old man looked at Shi Luo in horror.

"Back then, there was an incident of extermination in your village. The person who was exterminated was your village chief more than 20 years ago. The immortal you thought was acting out for you was just a cover. The real murderer was someone else."

"Is it the village chief?" Zhang Jia couldn't hold back and asked in a low voice.

"No."

This answer was unexpected.

"But it has something to do with him." Shi Luo said again.

(End of this chapter)