After he and his mother-in-law separated, he built a house and stocked a warehouse full of grain and

Fan Erzhu said this after repeated thinking.

He could see that the wall was not built by his family, but by the whole village. So what could he do if his family really didn't want the old village chief?

They couldn't be driven out of the village, and they didn't make any mistakes.

Building a wall is also different from building a dam. If you don't build a dam, your house will be the first to suffer when the flood comes. It is an urgent matter that can be seen with both eyes, and the effect can be seen immediately.

But once the wall is built, if no gangsters come, wouldn't it be a waste of energy?

Besides, few other villages built walls. If they didn't, what could the old village chief say?

Fan Sanzhu then muttered in a low voice: "Grandma said, let's just make a fuss. The old village chief will have no choice but to let other families or his family take over our work."

Grandma said that ignoring the trouble was the most effective, and she had never suffered any losses using this method.

Fan Qian looked at the wall with the slowest progress and nodded heartily.

As the old saying goes, if you don't listen to the old man, you will suffer the consequences. He is always right to listen to his mother.

He doesn't want to do this hard and tiring work at all. Whoever wants to build it will build it. Anyway, after it is built, he will be as safe as inside the wall.

When the people in the village saw that Fan Da and his family were living in poverty, they acted like they couldn't do anything to me, and they got angry.

"The wall is for the entire village. If one family doesn't build it, it will definitely be impossible to leave a gap."

"Isn't that bigger than the gate? Who can be stopped?"

"It definitely needs to be covered up."

"It's not like Mr. Fan's family just decided that we had to build it, so they dared to do this! We have many families, including the elderly and the children in our arms. The road section is much longer, and his family can all The people who were doing the work turned out to be unwilling to do it!”

"So irritating!"

The old village chief's chest rose and fell violently, and he frowned as he looked at Fan Da's family.

Fan Da's family is making trouble now. Once they succeed, Zhang Tuzi's family will definitely follow, but the Ding family will not. But the more this happens, the more honest they will suffer, won't they?

And the lots vacated by the two families still have to make up for it. In that case, whoever builds faster and better will get the upper hand. In other words, the one who builds well will live more without being rewarded, and the one who builds poorly will enjoy leisure and happiness. What's the point?

Li Wu saw the trick and squeezed forward to his father. He whispered in his ear that Shui Qing had given him fifty swords and told him in detail.

"My sister-in-law said that I will let you, dad, make all the decisions. She trusts you!"

The old villager's eyes slowly brightened, and his frown gradually relaxed.

He asked Fan Qian: "Are you sure you don't want to build all the sections of road allocated to your home?"

Sun Jinhua, who was on the ground, had a happy face and kept nodding.

"Okay, then you draw a line and don't cover the rest." The old village chief agreed readily.

The onlookers stopped immediately!

He worriedly advised: "Old village chief, you can't be too talkative, or they will take advantage of you!"

"Others will follow suit, and it will be difficult to control them later."

Zhang Chunhua was afraid of missing her home in the noise, so she jumped up and shouted loudly: "There is also my home! We also need to reduce the number."

As she spoke, others immediately said: "Look, look, look, the imitator is here!"

"Sure." The old village chief agreed.

Zhang Chunhua was still a little untrue, so she agreed?

Why is the old village chief so talkative today?

But it's none of her business, as long as she has less work to do!

And Hu Wenhua is also back. With less work, I can spend more time with him...

The old villager glanced around with his sultry eyes and asked in a deep voice: "Who else is there? Let's tell them together so we can sort them out again later."

Everyone was murmuring in their hearts, and many people were excited and eager to propose it.

Thinking of the big family, the newly built house with tiles, the food in the warehouse, and the rabbits that were being fed that were about to be slaughtered... I finally suppressed it.

After all, we still have to build a wall, and it took a lot of effort for the old village chief to successfully organize it. If we can't build it this time, we won't even think about it in the future!

They looked at the section of road that separated Fan Qian and Zhang Tuzi's house, and sighed.

The old village chief will definitely re-divide these later. Whichever of them builds it first will take over part of it. There seems to be no other way.

The old village chief asked again. Seeing that the crowd was silent and there was no response, he continued: "Okay, let's talk about the reward."

Hearing the reward, Sun Jinhua on the ground opened her mouth. Why is there a reward? What reward?

Fan Qian lowered his head and pouted indifferently. The old village chief was really trying to make a fool of himself. His family was a good one in the village. The whole family worked together and worked hard, but they didn't support Chang Lin in his studies. Even if he had that kind of money, There isn't much left.

What rewards can he come up with? Not to mention decent.

If it were just a few kilograms of black noodles, that would really make him laugh to death. Anyway, even if his family didn't have enough to eat, he wouldn't earn those few kilograms of black noodles - it wouldn't take enough effort to put it into his stomach.

Zhang Chunhua looked at the old village chief and wrung her hands nervously. She neither wanted to work nor wanted a reward.

The same is true for Fan's two pillars, three pillars and four pillars.

In the silence, the old village chief's voice was particularly clear: "Master Bai gave the young man's family dozens of large knives. The men in our village who go out have all used them, so they know whether they are good or not.

Now Hu Shuiqing has offered to return fifty swords to our village and let me distribute them. "

The onlookers had their mouths wide open and were stunned for a while, forgetting to speak.

Among them, Fan Erzhu opened his mouth especially wide. Of course he knew about those knives!

He also took it. The blade was sharp, more than a meter long but very light and not too heavy.

Walking on the road holding a knife, the victims and refugees who originally stared at them all timidly looked away, and many passers-by cast envious glances. They were extremely majestic.

Sun Jinhua didn't know much about knives, but she knew that knives were expensive. The previous kitchen knives at home were divided up and given to Hu Shuiqing. The new kitchen knives she bought cost two hundred yuan, which almost made her feel bad.

A kitchen knife costs more than 200 yuan. A large knife consumes more iron and requires many processes, so it must not be more expensive.

Hu Shuiqing is really stupid. It would be great to sell so many big knives in Fucheng! It was given to people in the village.

Fan Qian's teeth were almost broken.

My own brother got so many good knives. The first thing I thought about was not that his brother and four nephews were handed over to an outsider like the old village chief to distribute them!

I was really stupid in reading, and my brain was kicked by a donkey.

If you leave it to him, he will sell it for several hundred coins and still make a huge profit.

"The wall is a matter for the entire village. Once it is built, every family will benefit, so every family that has built it will not have to worry about the rest. Aren't Fan Qian and Zhang Tuzi's families unwilling?

If anyone is willing to build it, the other swords will be distributed to the person who built it. "

As soon as the old village chief finished speaking, a loud shout broke out from the crowd: "Me!"

"I can!"

"Choose me!"