Being scolded as a poor widow, I relied on supernatural powers to counterattack in ancient times

Chapter 411 The Village Was Stolen
Thinking of this, Bai Yunsong's face darkened,
"Don't worry about this matter. Since I have become the Li Zheng, I will definitely solve this theft properly, and I won't let you suffer losses for nothing."

Hearing Bai Yunsong's promise, the big guy finally showed a smile on his face,
"It's Mr. Lizheng who cares about us, thank you very much."

"Yes, yes, I will leave this matter to you. If you have any news, tell us immediately."

Seeing the relieved smiles of the villagers, Bai Yunsong pursed his lips, and was about to say something when he heard a few bangs.

Bai Yunsong looked at his father and choked back the words.

The old patriarch held the dry tobacco pipe, bent over and tapped it hard on the chair leg a few times, and the grease that was finally rolled out on the tobacco rod had white marks.

Everyone's conversation was interrupted just like that, and then they all looked at the old patriarch, watched him sit in the chair again, squinted his eyes, looked sullen, and unconsciously swallowed his saliva.

In the past, this old man really had a certain prestige in the village, but whenever he spoke, others would not dare to refute.

But now that I am old after all, there are many things that I have enough energy to spare.

Therefore, after everyone came in, they didn't pay much attention to the old man. Looking at his dull face, everyone was not too worried, after all, he is no longer the patriarch and Li Zheng.

Since the old man handed over the position of Lizheng and the patriarch to his son, it is natural for them to ask his son to deal with their affairs. This is also human nature.

As they spoke, everyone looked pitifully tight with mournful faces.

Bai Manzi wiped the sweat from his forehead, looked at the people in the yard, and spoke eagerly.

"Who says it's not? If they hadn't entered the village to steal, we wouldn't have lost our minds. Please don't be as knowledgeable as the juniors, we won't be able to get rid of it soon."

Having lived in the village all his life, he knows what these people think. He knows better than anyone else.

"Ahem...Look at what the old man said, aren't we in a hurry? It's inevitable that we lost our sense of proportion. In the final analysis, it's all the fault of those nasty thieves."

"Heh~, it's rare that you still see me as an old man. I'm getting old and useless. I made you not even say hello from the moment you entered the door."

"Yes, if the old uncle comes out, one will be worth two."

Listening to everyone's flattery, the old patriarch didn't show any extra expressions. He squinted his eyes and filled the pipe and pot, lit it slowly, and took a few deep breaths.

The old patriarch looked at their pitiful appearance, took a few more puffs with the pipe and pot, squinted his eyes and coughed, and just about to speak, a person rushed in at the door.

But now, everyone looked at the old man's gloomy face and smiled,

You can't blame people for taking the tea to cool down. Naturally, the most important things should be done first.

"I don't know what uncle thinks about this matter? You always eat more salt than we eat rice. If you have any suggestions, it will definitely get twice the result with half the effort."

"Lizheng, it's not good, there's a fight."

Along with the exhaled smoke, he let out a soft snort.

Hearing the old man's faint tone, everyone was embarrassed.

Everyone looked at Bai Manzi who rushed in and couldn't help frowning.
"What's the fight? We're talking about big things. Why are you making trouble here?"

"I don't dare to make trouble at this time. People in our village are fighting with beggars."

Everyone: "..."

Bai Yunsong and his father looked at each other, then turned to look at Bai Manzi,

"What's the matter, speak slowly?"

(End of this chapter)