Entering the bully's den, she changed her life by farming!

As she beat a few beats on her hands, an elegant singing voice emerged from her lips.

The villagers have never heard the tune of pop music, but this does not prevent them from being intoxicated by the beautiful melody of the confession balloon.

When it got late at night, everyone drank some wine, and someone said something: "The village chief is gone. Our village cannot be left alone. I propose that Zhao Zhizhi be our next village chief. What do you think?" "

When Zhao Zhizhi heard this sentence, she almost thought there was something wrong with her ears. She stared at the old man who said this sentence in disbelief: "Are you kidding me? I am a daughter. How can I have a daughter who is the village head?" of."

Mainly because it was too troublesome, and Zhao Zhizhi didn't want to take on this job at all.

"How can I not deserve it? You are kind-hearted and capable. You can definitely lead Xiaohe Village to a better day. Today, I, Xu Peng, am not afraid of being said to be relying on my old age and neglecting my old age. Anyway, I will recognize you."

As soon as these words came out, the remaining villagers looked at each other and shouted: "We also think that Miss Zhao can serve as the village chief."

Zhao Zhizhi's mouth twitched slightly, wondering why they would say such stupid things.

But she couldn't be the village chief. On the one hand, she was a doctor and her daily consultation time was not enough. She would be exhausted from taking care of the village's miscellaneous affairs.

On the other hand, it was because she would have to go to the capital sooner or later and could not stay in Xiaohe Village.

Zhao Zhizhi narrowed his eyes and said quickly in order to prevent the topic from continuing: "By the way, I will ask the carpenters in the town to make furniture for you tomorrow. Have you decided on the style?"

As soon as the words fell, the villagers who had just gotten their new houses immediately started discussing.

Zhao Zhizhi also took the opportunity to slip away.

Wei Shao didn't like the crowd, so he left midway and waited for Zhao Zhizhi to come back at home.

Hearing the footsteps, he raised his head and saw that Zhao Zhizhi's face looked a little ugly. He immediately frowned, walked over and asked with concern: "What's wrong? What happened? Is someone making things difficult for you?"

Zhao Zhizhi shook his head, sighed in distress, looked up at him, and said feebly: "They want to elect me to be the village chief. I am a daughter, how can I do that kind of work?"

Wei Shao was stunned for a moment, as if he had thought of something. He touched her hair with his big hand and said with a warm smile: "If it were you, nothing would be impossible."

Zhao Zhizhi was flattered by such a high evaluation and waved his hand, "Don't say that. There are people outside the world, and there is a day outside the world. I'm still early."

Wei Shao raised his lips and said calmly: "That being said, do you think those villagers will give up easily?"

Zhao Zhizhi covered his forehead with a headache again, "Otherwise, if you block it for me these days, I will hide in the house and not come out."

Wei Shao spread his hands and reminded: "You can hide for a while, but you can't hide for a lifetime. It's not a bad thing that they want you to be the village chief. It's not a bad thing for you to hide all the time."

Zhao Zhizhi glared at him with her hands on her hips, "You really can stand and talk without pain in your back. If I become the village chief, I won't be able to go to the capital."

Wei Shao said calmly: "You can't leave now anyway, why not come down first and then find someone who can take your place."

"What you said makes sense. I'll think about it again. Being a village chief means you have to do practical things all day long, so you have to be tired all day long." Thinking of this, Zhao Zhizhi's eyebrows became a little irritated.

She never expected that the villagers would be so persistent on the matter of the village chief.

After the furniture was built, all the villagers came to visit the Zhao family every once in a while, just as they had agreed upon, either giving some water or other snacks.

The key is that Zhao Zhizhi's family does not lack these things at all, and they don't say what they want Zhao Zhizhi to do.

Once they heard Zhao Zhizhi refuse, they would use the matter of building a house as an excuse to go back.

Helpless, Zhao Zhizhi could only agree to be the next village chief for the time being, and wait until she finds a more suitable person before resigning.

The villagers cheered and were finally satisfied.

On the first day he took office, Zhao Zhizhi asked the villagers to gather together.

"Now I want to announce something important. I have thought about this matter carefully. The drought has not passed yet, and many homes have been burned to the ground. There must be no food left at home. Although my house is given to them It has been rebuilt, but my strength alone cannot give them more hope."

Zhao Zhizhi glanced around the villagers who couldn't help but whisper, and said seriously: "I hope everyone can take out all the food at home, and I will redistribute it for everyone. Of course, my own family will also Give one share, and I will distribute it reasonably based on everyone’s food reserves, and give one share to the villagers who have suffered the tragic news, what do you think?”

After the words fell, there was silence all around, no one spoke.

Zhao Zhizhi looked at the villagers who were acting as quails again, narrowed his eyes, and urged: "Since everyone can't make up their minds, let's vote by a show of hands. Now, raise your hands if you agree."

Zhao Zhizhi was the first to raise her hand. Just as she thought, no one among the two hundred people agreed to help the villagers in distress.

Zhao Zhizhi laughed angrily. She put down her hand and her voice rose unconsciously, "Do you have to be so indifferent? Even if the villagers who suffered are not related to you. They are still fellow villagers who live in the same village. You can Think about it from another angle, if this matter happened to you, would you want someone to help you at this time?"

As soon as these words came out, some villagers finally reacted, but their words were not very kind.

"The words are so nice. You can help them build a new house. Why can't you share your family's food? We are not willing and are forced to share it. How can you be a village leader like this?"

Zhao Zhizhi glanced coldly at the talking woman, not intending to pay any attention to her.

At this moment, the old man standing next to the broken-mouthed woman firmly raised his hand and shouted: "I agree."

The gossipy woman immediately grabbed his arm and cursed: "Old man, you are crazy. We don't even have enough to eat, and you are giving away the food."

The old man threw her hand away and said coldly: "I earned the food by hard work. If you don't have a share, I can share it if you want. If you keep talking, I will divorce you."

"You!" The broken-mouthed woman was so angry that her voice was trembling, "Look around, is there anyone else willing to take out the food besides you, a fool like you?"

As soon as he finished speaking, others spoke one after another: "I agree, I agree too..."