783: C783 Why Is It so Realistic What

C783 Why Is It so Realistic What

When everyone heard this, they clapped excitedly. They saw a village woman loudly bootlick Huang Xiulan, "Aiya, Village Chief Huang, I really didn't expect that on your first day in office today... You have really helped us so much. I really can't believe it! Usually, your elder sister has a foul mouth, but there was something wrong with her in the past. Please forgive me!"

Another old man also shouted excitedly, "Old Third's, I, this old fellow, have a bad mouth too. In the past, you can't hold a grudge when you don't come to places you don't want to go. How about this, tonight I'll let the old hag kill a chicken, and you can come to my house to eat a chicken! "

With a loud bang, everyone in the hall burst into laughter. The old man had a puzzled look on his face," What's the matter? Huang Xiulan brought Pesticide to negotiate for us and almost lost her life. What's so funny about me treating her to chicken?"

Old Man Su roared with jealousy, "If you want to eat chicken, then eat chicken. Why did you bring one behind the chicken?"

The old man was stunned. Then, he slapped the back of his head." Aiya, aiya, it's a misunderstanding! That, Third Brother's family, don't be angry. I didn't mean to. "

Huang Xiulan's face turned cold, "I know you didn't do it on purpose, but please talk to me in the future. Don't call me Old Third's family's Old Fourth's family. I am now the village chief. Can you call me Village Chief Huang?"

"Yes, yes, Village Chief Huang!" The old man was scolded until he nodded his head. Then, he fawned and asked, "Then, Village Chief Huang, do you still want to eat this chicken?"

Huang Xiulan glared at him, "Of course I am going to eat it. For everyone's sake, I have not eaten lunch yet!"

When the old man heard that, he hurriedly said to the old woman beside him. "Old woman, what are you still doing here? Hurry up and go back to kill chickens and cook. Didn't you hear that Village Chief Huang hasn't eaten lunch yet?" When his wife heard this, she immediately ran back home.

"Hey, it's really cold when people go out. Earlier, they kept praising Little Xiaochen for being good. Now that he had caused some trouble, the entire village seemed to have forgotten about this person all of a sudden. It's really sad. Yesterday, he was doing it for everyone's benefit. He was beaten until his head was bleeding!" Yang Jiabing shook his head when he saw this.

"Hmph, who asked him to kill people? We are all honest farmers. How dare he have dealings with a murderer?" Old Man Su proudly said loudly.

"Mom, is Uncle Little Xiaochen really a murderer?" Outside the crowd, Liu Faang stood quietly with her son in her arms. Her five-year-old son looked up and asked innocently.

"Little Ling, remember this. You, Little Xiaochen, are definitely not a murderer. Also, no matter what kind of person he becomes, he will always be our family's benefactor. When you grow up, you must not forget Little Xiaochen's kindness. Do you remember?"

"Mom, I understand. I will definitely treat Little Xiaochen well." The little guy naively nodded.

Huang Xiulan happened to hear the conversation between the mother and son. She arrogantly pointed at Liu Faang. "Widow Liu, don't try to mislead the public. What is absolutely not a murderer? If he really did not kill anyone, then why did no one come back after such a long time? Hmph, what a slut. I'll do my best to help you fight for your benefits. Not only did you not say anything good, you're even spouting nonsense here."

"Hmph, being a widow isn't your bad thing, but you're not being a good chaperone It's your fault for messing around with people. Even if you're shameless, you should think about your son. Think about it, when he grows up, he will be pointed at his spine and cursed. Do you feel better?"

"Huang Xiulan, make it clear. Who did I mess with?" Liu Faang was so angry that tears almost came out of her eyes. She asked loudly with a sobbing tone.

"Tsk, you still don't want to admit it? What were you doing in that little bastard Yang Hsingchen's bed that night?"

Liu Faang had an aggrieved look. "It's not like you didn't know that that day. I was sick, so Hsingchen helped me treat it. Nothing happened between the two of us."

Huang Xiulan's left hand was on her right palm, and she slapped it hard. "Ouch, you even treated me? Damn it, you asked Yang Hsingchen, this little bastard, to treat your illness. Why did he give you two hundred thousand yuan when you left? Tell everyone, is there a doctor who treats people like this in this world?"

" I... That's because Hsingchen saw how pitiful I was when I was a widow and an orphan, so he asked me to pay my debts. " When Liu Faang said this, she had already started to cry.

"Aiyo, Aiyo, you still have the nerve to cry? Don't pretend to be pitiful here. Let me tell you, the little beast who likes you is already unable to protect himself. If you want to get the demolition price, then shut your f * cking mouth obediently. If you dare to say that man, that little bastard, is not a murderer, see how much I'll get him to pay you tomorrow!"

" Alright, alright. Liu Faang, take the child back. " The old secretary could not stand it anymore and quickly came out to smooth things over. At the same time, he was cursing in his heart. If you didn't help the villagers fight for such a huge benefit, the laborers would have tolerated a shrew like you being the king of the village committee!

Liu Faang felt wronged and tears kept dripping down her face. She held her son's hand and walked towards the house sadly. Her five-year-old youngest son said loudly, "Mother, don't cry. When I grow up, I will help you beat up those bad people who bullied you!"

"Little Ling! Wuwuwu..." Liu Faang could not hold it in anymore. She hugged her son and cried as she walked towards the house.

"Damn it, little bastard, stop right there. Watch me tear your stinky mouth apart!" Huang Xiulan put her hands on her waist and scolded loudly from behind.

Yang Jiabing opened his mouth and wanted to say a few words to Huang Xiulan, but he thought that if he went against her, it was very likely that he would not be able to get the demolition price tomorrow, so he could only bear with it.

Seeing that no one in the entire village dared to go against him, Huang Xiulan snorted complacently from her nostrils. Then she said to everyone, "Alright, everyone disperse. Don't forget. They will gather here at eight o'clock tomorrow and sign the contract on the spot. As long as the contract is signed, they will help us build houses in town. When the house is finished, we'll move over here. It won't affect everyone's lives at all. "

Everyone agreed loudly, flattered a few more times, and then dispersed. The old man who treated Huang Xiulan to chicken immediately went forward and made a gesture to treat her to chicken. He invited Huang Xiulan to eat chicken at home.

Seeing Huang Xiulan walking towards the old man's house arrogantly, the old man did not even call out to him. The old secretary felt very uncomfortable in his heart. Thinking about it in the past, that family had a happy and useless matter, and it wasn't always the first time they invited him over. But now, he actually didn't even look at him anymore. Where is he? Why is he so realistic!?

The old secretary sighed and shook his head.1

Yang Jiabing looked at Huang Xiulan's back, which was no longer visible, and spat fiercely, "Bah, what the hell is with your spirit? Isn't it just a blind cat running into a dead mouse? It just so happens that you have done one thing. See if you can do it. Do you still know what your surname is?! One word, lowlife! Two words, shrew! Three words, lowlife! Four words..."

" Enough, enough. He's already gone, why are you still cursing! " The old secretary impatiently interrupted him.

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