Born into a farm family, I became rich by pressuring my parents.

Chapter 87
"So," he glanced at a few people meaningfully: "Don't think about it!"

After that, he closed the door of his house with a bang.

The few people who were locked out looked at each other in confusion, with dark and unclear expressions on their faces.

Zhao Sanlin clenched his hands into fists, waved at the wooden door, and gritted his teeth and said: "Wait!"

"Let's go!" After saying that, he left the door of the village chief's house without looking back.

Mrs. Wang heard the commotion and went out to take a look. She happened to see her old man sneering at the door with a look of disdain.

She asked curiously: "What are you doing? You are very cautious."

Village Chief Li's expression calmed down, and he turned around and said, "He's not that boy from the Zhao family."

Hearing this, Mrs. Wang's face immediately showed an angry look, her eyebrows were raised high, and she put her hands on her hips and said, "Why does his kid come to our house?"

"Zhao Laowu is really awesome. He has a relative in the city, and he wants to pull you down from the position of village chief!"

"You still have the nerve to come to our door!"

Village Chief Li walked into the house with his hands behind his back and said in a low voice: "What are you talking about?"

"Ladies just love worrying about invisible things."

Wang followed Village Chief Li and secretly rolled her eyes at his back.

Damn old man, if you really don't care, who are you talking to?
Village Chief Li does care a little, but not about Zhao Sanlin, but about Zhao Sanlin's father, Boss Zhao.

The ancestors of the Zhao family are not natives of Huangtian Village, but escaped from the generation of Mr. Zhao and his great-grandfather. There are several generations now.

Mr. Zhao was not in good health since he was a child, so his father, Mr. Zhao, gave him the name Mr. Zhao, which not only matched his ranking, but also used the word "big" to suppress his illness.

I don’t know if it was really useful, but after that, Boss Zhao gradually got better. By the time he reached the age of getting married, he was no different from ordinary people.

As he got older, Zhao Da became Boss Zhao.

The Zhao family is not a common surname in Huangtian Village. Except for a few in-laws, most of the family takes care of each other.

The days are barely getting by.

Until more than a month ago, one evening, someone met Mr. Zhao who was full of joy at the end of the village. He was getting off a brand new mule cart.

The man joked: "Boss Zhao, are you back from collecting money in the city?"

He just asked casually, but Boss Zhao actually nodded: "It's better than picking up silver!"

The person who asked the question widened his eyes in shock. There was actually someone who could pick up silver.

Boss Zhao grinned even more when he saw this: "When my grandfather fled, he had a daughter. She was my grandfather's sister. I should call her aunt."

"She got separated when she fled near Guangxin County. Over the years, the family thought she was dead."

After that, he closed his mouth and stopped making any sound.

Some people were attracted by the movement here and gathered around. Seeing this, they impatiently asked: "What happened next?"

"But found it again?"

Boss Zhao smiled and nodded: "I met my cousin in the city today, the eldest son of that aunt."

"Oh!" Everyone couldn't help but sigh, and they all said, "This is true!"

"We are indeed a family, it's destiny!"

Those who like to inquire will ask Boss Zhao to elaborate more, thinking that they will meet people from other villages so that they can have something to talk about.

But Boss Zhao smiled and walked home with his hands behind his back, leaving only one sentence, but it seemed to cast a thunder on the calm water. "Unlike what you said, my cousin found a job for the eldest boy in my family as a waiter in a restaurant. I hurried back to get him ready to go into the city!"

Jiang Mingshun's family is also discussing the Zhao family.

Jiang Mingrong had planned to go home, but by chance, on the way back, he bumped into Jiang Mingshun who was humming a little tune and walking back.

As soon as the two met, they immediately returned to Jiang's house along the same route.

"Brother Mingshun," as soon as the door closed, Jiang Mingrong couldn't help but asked Jiang Mingshun, "What's going on today?"

Jiang Mingshun smiled and said in a brisk tone: "What can happen? I'm not doing well!"

"On the night of the Lantern Festival, didn't I catch a trafficker in the city?"

Jiang Mingrong nodded. This matter was quite a big deal at the time, and everyone in the village knew about it.

Jiang Ming's face was calm, but pride and pride flashed in his eyes: "Isn't this case closed? The superiors discuss merits and do good deeds."

"The county magistrate has asked me for a favor, and today the Yamen servant is here to give me a reward!"

Jiang Mingshun was shocked and opened his mouth: "This, this, brother Mingshun, you are so awesome."

There was envy in his eyes, and he gave a thumbs up sincerely and praised: "Brother Mingshun, you are the first in our village."

"Not even the village chief has been rewarded by the county magistrate!"

Jiang Mingshun was embarrassed by the praise, coughed slightly, waved his hand and said: "It's all luck, luck."

Jiang Jinyu was still listening with interest, but when her father said this, she almost choked on the snack in her mouth.

Could her father mean that it was luck that they met a trafficker in the middle of the night and almost missed a fight and almost lost their lives?

"Look how arrogant that boy Zhao Sanlin is this time!" Jiang Mingrong's tone became even more excited when talking about Zhao Sanlin.

Jiang Jinyu also pricked up her ears. She knew this name. This was the man who had been saying disgusting things in front of her house today. He also used the fear of being imprisoned as an excuse to instigate other villagers to drive the family out of Huangtian Village.

She had tolerated this man for a whole day.

"Forget it," Jiang Mingshun was in a good mood now, so he didn't want to argue with those people. Instead, he comforted Jiang Mingrong: "I didn't sign any documents with anyone at all. It's up to the people in the village who they want to sell Tremella fungus to. He is It has nothing to do with me convincing others to sell elsewhere."

Jiang Mingshun said unhappily: "Even if there is no paperwork, if the villagers sell Tremella fungus to that relative of Zhao Sanlin, the drug store owner will definitely blame you."

"You found a way for everyone to get rich, but you ended up offending people. What's the point?"

Jiang Mingshun was speechless for a moment. He silently picked up the tea cup and took a sip of hot tea, frowning in pain.

Jiang Mingrong said bitterly: "He just doesn't accept that our clan is divided into many mountains."

"I want to win over others to run against us so that we can grab some hills and go back."

Jiang Jinyu was shocked. Did someone jump out so quickly?
She had been shutting herself up at home a few days ago, refusing to listen or see what was going on in the village, but she didn't know that something like this had happened.

Jiang Jinyu had already prepared for the fact that some people would be dissatisfied with the fact that the Jiang family was allocated more hills.

But she always thought that the first one to come forward should be the Li family, another big name in the village.

Not only did the Li family have a large number of people, but they also had the support of Village Chief Li, so they naturally had the confidence to challenge the Jiang family.

Unexpectedly, the Li family hadn't made any move yet, but it was the Zhao family, whom she had never heard of, who made the first move.

Jiang Jinyu curled her lips coldly. She wanted to see if Zhao Sanlin really wanted to bring business to his so-called relatives, or if he had some other purpose.

(End of this chapter)