After the liberation, the old farmer Chen Guixin was already the village chief. After that, he also participated in the merger of several surrounding villages into Taohua Township. He was not unfamiliar with Aunt Ninth. He even came into contact with Aunt Ninth because of his grandson's illness. In his opinion, Aunt Ninth is the kind of person with real skills, not the scammers who use superstition to cheat money that are promoted outside. ▲∴▲∴,

When something happened on the mountain, the old farmer wanted to come over to find the ninth aunt to help. Unfortunately, he only dared to think about it, not dared to make any moves, and could not even say it out. Otherwise, Director Xue would probably have taken him off the position of village chief.

But the situation is a little different now. Things here are getting worse and worse, affecting the hearts of the people in the village, and there seems to be signs of being spread to the county town. Yesterday, Director Xue was called to Shaoguan for a meeting. After returning, his face was dark and unchanged. It should have been criticized for this matter. Otherwise, with his timid temperament, how dare he run to the mountain to squat.

Originally, if Director Xue had an accident on the mountain, it would have been overestimated and would not involve the village chief. But if anyone had made the news of a disagreement between the old farmer and Director Xue, if someone adds fuel to the news and blames him for the incident in Taohua Township during this period, even if he has a hundred mouths, he can't explain what the final result will be.

Compared to the crimes that are defined as conspiracy to subvert the revolution, it is not worth mentioning that they are criticized for making superstitious thoughts and other minor mistakes that do not cause any damage.

After entering this village of more than a dozen wooden houses and straw sheds, the old farmer who were still joking in the village became quiet and looked at the old farmer coldly. Although it was not the old farmer's idea to place them here, he was the nominal head of Taohua Township after all. As the saying goes, yellow mud falls into his crotch, it is not shit, but shit.

The old farmer, who was watched by everyone, always looked ahead without looking sideways, and his steps were steady, feeling that he did not take these cold gazes at all. But in fact, his heart was not the same. If things had not really become out of control, he would not dare to come here. It was not that he was afraid of what the people here would do to him, but that he was afraid of facing these cold gazes. The longer these gazes fell on him, the more he felt extremely guilty.

Soon he walked through this road that made him feel difficult and came to a straw shed closest to the woods. This is the best place around the Waste Slag Mountain and the most suitable place for people to live. Although after passing here and going further in, it is more suitable for people to live, but there is already a forest where all kinds of trees are growing. Unless they are cut down, it is impossible to build a simple residence such as straw sheds and soil houses. In their current situation, if they are detained for a crime of digging out the common trees in the commune and seizing national resources, then what awaits them will be the most severe punishment, and if they report to the higher authorities, they will never pass, and they will only humiliate themselves.

The old farmer also knew that life here was hard, and he did not sympathize with these people, and wanted to help them. Unfortunately, Taohua Township is a small place called the village, and it is not him who is in charge of the family. And as long as he showed a little sympathy for these people, he would be the next person to live in. The only thing he could do was to prevent those who were blinded in the village from coming here as much as possible. As for the monthly criticism indicators, try to get around the situation, unlike other people.

The village did things so well. However, he hid these small underground movements very well. He didn't tell others, so he naturally didn't know about them. However, Aunt Ninth is an exception. Although she is old and is a little confused in her work, she can see what is behind anything, and her attitude towards the old farmer is much better than that of the others in the Waste Zha Mountain. Otherwise, the old farmer would not dare to come to see Aunt Ninth without any preparation for that matter.

After arriving at the door, the old farmer raised his hand and knocked on the not-so-solid wooden door. He called out, "Is Aunt Ninth at home?"

"Come in! I think you should have come here." An old voice immediately came from the door.

Upon hearing this, the old farmer pushed the door and walked in. He saw that the straw shed was very dim and small, but because the charcoal ash slag was used for painting the walls and floors, it did not appear damp, and naturally it was not so cold. There was only a simple bed and a slightly craftsmanship table in the room. On the table was a plate, kerosene and cotton thread twister. Because it was daytime, the kerosene lamp was not lit, so the visitor could only see the situation inside the room by vaguely vaguely emitting light from outside the door. At this moment, a hunched figure sat next to the table, wearing an old gray-black cotton jacket and a patterned turban of ethnic minorities on her head. However, her headscarf was a little different, and there was a drooping cloth curtain, which just covered her face below.

After walking in, the old farmer had not spoken, he heard footsteps coming from behind him. Then he saw a tall and stout man blocking the door, then lowered his head slightly, walked around the edge of the door, and asked the old man inside, "Aunt Ninth, do you want me to guard outside the house?"

Aunt Ninth immediately scolded the man and said, "Go to do your business, don't guess randomly. The village chief is a good person. He has a serious matter when he comes to me."

"Good man? Humph!" The man obviously had a deep misunderstanding of the old farmer and did not believe Aunt Ninth, but he did not dare to disobey Aunt Ninth. He made a vicious look at the old farmer, then snorted coldly, turned around and walked back to his house, while doing what he had not done just now, looking at this place from time to time, and he would like to support him immediately when he saw something was wrong.

The man's reaction also surprised the old farmer. He had only been here once or twice since the temporary village of Wastezha Mountain was designated. Although he knew very well that Aunt Ninth had a high prestige and was respected, he did not expect that someone would directly contradict him, the village chief, just because he was worried that Aunt Ninth would suffer losses.

The ninth aunt seemed to see what the old farmer was thinking. Before he could speak, she explained to the man: "The Qian family man is honest and enthusiastic. Something happened to his family two days ago and I helped him solve it. He would be grateful to me. He was afraid that I would suffer a loss and would rashly confront you. Don't take it to heart."

"You know I'm not the kind of petty person." The old farmer waved his hand, looked back at the man, and said, "I just feel a pity that such a good man did not work in the commune, otherwise he would be able to withstand at least three labor forces."

Aunt Ninth raised her hand and pointed to a small stool beside the bed, signaling the old farmer to sit down, and said, "The father of the Qian family has been a bandit, a warlord, and his brother has been a white bandit army. Now he has gone to Taiwan. It is impossible for his family to enter the commune. It is already very good that he can save his life. Thanks to your help."

"Oh! He is the third child of Qian Mazi's family." After the reminder of Aunt Ninth, the old farmer seemed to remember something, and suddenly realized it appeared on his face. He said with emotion: "Qian Mazi was also a famous figure in Guangdong and Guangxi, one of the thirteen Grand Martial Arts under Long Jinbao, the first flag of Guangdong and Guangxi. If Long Jinbao hadn't gone to the capital later, maybe... cough cough!" As he said that, he realized that he was talking too much, so he stopped immediately, coughed twice, which was a turning point, and said: "Aunt Ninth, I heard what I said just now, I think you already know why I came to you, right?"

Aunt Ninth did not respond directly, and habitually set up a dragon gate formation and said, "It's so big that my old woman is not deaf in my ears and my eyes are not blind. Naturally, I can see clearly and hear it."

"Then you should also know that I am here to invite you out of the mountain." The old farmer said straight to the point.

Aunt Ninth also asked a key question directly and said, "Do you invite me, or do you invite me in the commune?"

The old farmer did not answer immediately, was silent for a moment, and said, "It's me."

"Are you going to drive the old woman to the dead?" Aunt Ninth asked in a cold voice.

Although the old farmer is the village chief of Taohua Township and represents the Taohua Township Commune, his personal invitation is completely different from the invitation of the commune. According to the old farmer's approach, no matter whether the ninth aunt can solve the problem on the mountain in the end, the ninth aunt will not be able to make any mistakes and may even die.

Faced with the questioning of the ninth aunt, the old farmer didn't know how to answer. A wave of shame and guilt immediately hit him, making him want to stand up and turn away immediately. However, when he thought that the things on the mountain were getting worse and worse, more and more people were being harmed, which made him unable to move his legs.

"Have you thought about doing this, will you have any results?" Aunt Ninth asked again at this time.

As he said, if the matter was finally revealed, even if the old farmer was the village chief, he could not escape the crime of promoting superstition. In the end, it would not be as simple as sending him to the waste mountain to be transformed. He would probably be escorted directly to the county. As a typical example, he would not be much better than Aunt Ninth.

The old farmer still could not respond to Aunt Ninth's inquiry, so he could only continue to remain silent.

"Oh!" Aunt Ninth sighed when she saw this, and her tone no longer seemed so cold. She said, "You are a good village chief! Just for you, the old woman is willing to help you. She can even take care of everything alone when you haven't come. Anyway, the old woman doesn't have much time to live, and she will die if she dies. I just hope you can continue to take care of these poor people."

When the old farmer heard that things seemed to turn around, he showed a little surprise, but when he thought of the ending of Aunt Ninth's work, the joy on his face quickly retreated.

However, before the old farmer's joy completely retreated, the ninth aunt changed the subject and said, "It's a pity that the old woman can do nothing about this."
Chapter completed!