"Dear leaders, thank you for your trust in me. I will definitely be a good village chief of Xiangyang Village and try my best not to cause trouble to the leaders."
Seeing that everyone was enjoying the meal, Li Huan quickly expressed his determination. Everyone who heard this thought that he was a cunning guy. What did he mean by trying his best? In other words, he still had to add to the trouble.
"Leaders, I have a suggestion. There are always a few bad apples in our village who are restless. But these bad apples have a characteristic: they bully the weak and fear the strong. If I have any inappropriate behavior at work in the future, please take more responsibility. Of course, I will not kill anyone."
"this… "
The commune leaders didn't know how to express it. If they disagreed, people would say that the bad apples bully the weak and fear the strong. If they agreed, it was obvious that they agreed with his violent law enforcement.
"You decide for yourself. As long as you don't harm the lives and property of the people, you can use some means, but in the end you still have to convince people with reason and law, understand?"
The commune leader pondered for a moment and felt that the management of some places did need to be strengthened, so he agreed with Li Huan's suggestion, but still put a tight ring on him.
"Thank you, leaders. Thank you, leaders. These cigarettes were brought back by my elder brother, but I don't smoke at all. Leaders, please help me deal with them. Otherwise, they will get moldy if left for a long time, which is a waste."
A pack of Peony brand cigarettes was opened and each leader was given two boxes. Of course the leaders didn't want them as they were not so cheap. But Li Huan stuffed the cigarettes directly into their pockets. It would be shameless to give them face if he took them out again.
After eating and drinking their fill, the commune leaders finally left. The village chief patted Li Huan on the shoulder. Today he finally realized that he was not suitable to be the village chief.
"Old village chief, take these dumplings back for Damao, Ermao, and Sanhua. Aunt Cuihua is helping us cook today, so she doesn't have time to go back and cook."
Looking at the at least seventy or eighty large meat dumplings under the curtain, Chen Weidang's wounded heart slowly warmed up. Food is so precious nowadays, but Li Huan did not treat him as an outsider at all.
"Good boy, work hard. I have been the village chief for more than ten years. If you have any questions, just come and ask me."
Li Huan nodded happily in agreement. This was exactly what he wanted Chen Weidang to say. You know, what he hated most was managing all those right and wrong matters. It would be better to let the old village chief take care of it.
Cuihua also patted Cheng Qiao's arm. This Cheng Qiao must be a lucky star. Ever since she married into the Li family, the Li family has built a house, had children, and now even become a village cadre.
"Chen Qiao, do you have any sisters? Why not introduce them to my Da Mao?"
"Aunt Cuihua, my second sister-in-law's mother only gave birth to my second sister-in-law. You must not trust that Wang Qin. She was brought here as a burden. Her mother also killed my second sister-in-law's father."
Cuihua smiled and nodded. She knew this too. She was the one who spread the news in the village. How could he be so stupid as to bring a bad woman home
After Chen Weidang and Cuihua left, Li Huan lay down on the kang. He had been living in fear every day, but as long as his wife and uncle were fine, he was completely relieved.
"It's a coincidence. Isn't it time to send something to Dad? Also, write a letter to Dad and tell him that Liu Yong has been killed. Let him be happy."
Cheng Qiao shook her head. This kind of thing cannot be written in the letter. It is better to take a risk than to lose ten thousand. Also, we have to be careful with the materials. They must meet the current economic conditions.
Although her father sent her 8,000 yuan and the passbook was not touched, the villagers didn't know about it, so she still had to keep a low profile.
"We caught a wild boar, so we made some dried meat and bacon. We can send them to my father and uncle. I don't know how they are doing now."
"Don't worry, no news is the best news. Mom, tomorrow you can make some sorghum flour and make more steamed buns. I will give them to the villagers. It will also make everyone happy and joyful."
Li's mother nodded quickly and agreed. Her eldest son became a soldier, her youngest son became the village chief, and her daughter was about to go to school. In the future, she would be able to meet the ancestors of the Li family in the underworld.
Early the next morning, Li Huan went to the county commune and completed all the formalities. Only then did Li Huan know that being a village chief actually paid a salary.
And the salary is quite high, 72 yuan every month. Wow, Chen Weidang's family must be very rich, after all, he has been the village chief for more than ten years.
But if no one talks about this kind of thing, he won't spread it around. Only a fool would do this. Think about it, his wife also has a salary, and a good life is beckoning him.
After returning to the village, Li Huan picked up Chen Weidang's favorite gongs and drums and began to play them in the village. The villagers all came to the threshing ground laughing, wanting to see what the newly appointed village chief wanted to do.
"My fellow villagers, today is my first day as village chief. Look, this is my work permit. From today on, the entire Xiangyang Village is under my jurisdiction."
"How do you want to manage this, you second-rate guy?"
"I am now formally introducing myself. My last name is Li, and my name is Li Huan. You can call me Village Chief Li from now on, or you can call me Huanzi like Aunt Wang. If anyone calls me a second-rate guy again, don't blame me for being rude."
"Tsk, you speak as if it were true. Aren't you just a second-rate person? But if you put on the skin of the village chief, you are no longer a second-rate person."
Chen Mugen's youngest son Chen Xiaoming curled his lips. Ever since Chen Dazhu took the lead in dividing the family, Chen Tiezhu also separated from them, leaving the two brothers with no food to eat.
"ah… "
As soon as Chen Xiaoming finished speaking, he was punched hard in the face, and his left eye instantly became a national treasure.
The villagers did not expect that Li Huan, after becoming the village chief, would still be the unreasonable ruffian who would beat and scold people at will. He was nothing like Chen Weidang, who also spoke harshly but would never hit anyone.
"The village chief beat someone up. He won't live any longer."
When Chen Xiaoming's widow saw her little son suffering, she rolled on the ground. Li Huan didn't even look at her, but opened the basket he brought, revealing steamed buns made of sorghum flour and corn flour.
"I am a new official, so I will give everyone some benefits. Everyone is happy. Each person will get two steamed buns. You cannot take more than one, and you cannot take more than one. Please line up and take them now."
Chen Weidang was the first in line and hurried up to get two steamed buns. Cuihua, with her two sons and daughter, also went up to get one, and then stood beside the basket to help Cheng Qiao and Li's mother look after it.
Originally, when the villagers saw Li Huan beating people, they were ready to do something, but when they saw that he was distributing steamed buns, they no longer had any thoughts. What was more important than food
Moreover, the steamed corn bread made by Li's mother this time was particularly large, and one could tell as soon as one ate it that it was made of two grains of flour. He thought that this second-rate guy was quite generous.
Chen Xiaoming and his mother were completely ignored. Chen Xiaoming kicked his mother who was still trying to play the victim. Why didn't he go get some steamed buns? How could he get any steamed buns while lying on the ground