Daily Life in the Countryside After Being Reborn
Chapter 140 - 85: The Little White Jiao’s Abilities

Chapter 140: Chapter 85: The Little White Jiao’s Abilities

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The people from the Qian family sitting around, watching with amusement as San Gouzi stepped out of the crowd and stood before hundreds of pairs of eyes, didn’t believe San Gouzi could say anything pleasant.

"Folks, San Gouzi is very happy to stand in front of hundreds of villagers today, to run for the position of Party Secretary. My dad told me before he passed away that he lived in Ge Village all his life, without any disasters, all thanks to the help of our neighbors and fellow villagers. I’m often out doing transportation work, and my family at home has also relied on everyone’s care. Let me first give a big bow to all of you," he bowed deeply at a ninety-degree angle, "San Gouzi doesn’t have much talent nor can I promise much. All I can say is, as long as San Gouzi is here, if any family’s rice is ripe in the field and no one is there to harvest it, just call me. If an elderly person in any family has fallen, also call me. If anyone’s house is leaking or broken, call me as well. San Gouzi will be a man of Ge Village for life, everyone’s San Gouzi."

The surroundings fell silent, only the sounds of a few "plop plop" water pipes could be heard.

"Uncle San Gouzi spoke well," Xiao Xian couldn’t sit still any longer. He jumped up and clapped hard, his palms turning red but he didn’t stop.

"Last month when the village was flooded, it was San Gouzi who carried my mother up the mountain," someone among the villagers spoke up first, and the applause grew louder.

"San Gouzi often lets me ride his vehicle for free," Sister-in-law Wangcai thought about it and also started to clap.

"Isn’t that right? It was me who personally saw that child born, with a high forehead and a big nose, a good child," Granny Zhao started to boast about her old age again.

The villagers came to a consensus amidst the applause.

When the election results were announced, more than sixty percent of the village voted for San Gouzi. Qian Yongcai had spent money, but it backfired, and he wasn’t willing to let it go, started cursing the village chief, spewing all sorts of sour, spicy, salty, and crude jokes.

"Yongcai, all hundred-plus people in the village saw it. The election and voting were all open and fair. You watched everyone vote, and I even had Duoduo help with the counting." Even a clay figurine has a temper, the village chief was scolded and became angry. A good village was stirred up by someone stirring the waters and causing so much trouble.

"Uncle, let it be," seeing that the villagers were all on one side and there were not a few who spoke in support of San Gouzi, Qian Duoduo persuaded Qian Yongcai not to make a fuss.

"Don’t you all get smug, just you wait and see," Qian Yongcai threatened angrily and left.

San Gouzi won the election and only knew how to laugh foolishly, until the village chief reminded him. He then pulled out the cigarettes he had prepared in advance and started distributing them to the smoking men.

"San Gouzi, work hard, from now on the future of the village is on us," for the first time since the flood, the village chief showed a smile. The lives of people in the village were getting better and he felt more energized in his role as village chief.

Some families rejoiced while others were worried; there are always some people in this world who can’t stand to see others do well, who like to nitpick and create trouble.

"Uncle, don’t be angry, I think it’s all because of that old man from the Zhu Family. Without his behind-the-scenes advice, someone with a concrete head like San Gouzi wouldn’t have thought to get support from people outside the village. Also, when my dad was alive, that old man often made trouble for him, and that old man’s granddaughter is just as bad, causing trouble for my mom several times."

"Humph, a corrupt official who fell through the net still jumping high. I can’t let the money I spent be wasted just like that; might as well spend some more money, go to the city and make some moves, get that old man locked up again, and see how he throws obstacles in my way." Qian Yongcai sat in Qian Duoduo’s car, his eyes rolling back like a dead fish, plotting.

Qian Yongcai was a ruthless character; having harbored ill intentions, he was determined to succeed in his endeavor and had Qian Duoduo drop him off at the train station, catching the last train to Guiyang.

A few days later, a police car from Guiyang arrived and stopped in Ge Village. Two big-hatted policemen got out and knocked on the Zhu Family’s door. Xiao Xian had gone to the temple for school then.

What the old master said to the police, no one knew except him and the village chief. But since then, every month, the old master would take the car alone down the mountain, gone for two days at a time.

Since then, several kids in the village who used to get along with Xiao Xian refused to play with her anymore, saying she was "the granddaughter of a big bad guy, a little bad egg."

Little Hai bravely chased the kids away and didn’t forget to comfort Xiao Xian: "Yezi said before leaving to tell me to protect you. Don’t listen to those people’s nonsense. My grandpa said your grandpa is a good man, he’s just going to the police station to have some tea, he didn’t do anything bad."

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