Dressed as the head of the lazy village

Wang Wei was persuaded by a group of people, and he almost agreed to it due to the unfavorable hospitality.After all, it belongs to the original owner Wang Dawei's memory, and I don't know when it will be received and whether it will be received again.

And he originally planned to use modern knowledge to lead the whole village to get rid of poverty and become prosperous together.Since the masses want him to be the village head, what's wrong with him?This is what he should do as a party member!

But just when he was about to agree, some fragments of the memory belonging to the original owner Wang Dawei that he was still chanting just now were poured into his brain.Wang Wei opened his mouth, and when the words reached his mouth, he turned a corner and swallowed them back.

Although the information he got is still incomplete, Wang Wei has already understood that this matter is not that simple, and these seemingly simple fellow villagers in front of him are not as kind as he imagined.

It is true that Wang Wei is a red and professional socialist successor, but he is also a person who has struggled out of an orphanage.

Because of the lack of material conditions, those ignorant children in the orphanage gave birth to Chengfu and Xinyaner prematurely in order to compete for food and resources.Children are the most naive and cruel. Wang Wei was able to fight his way out of such a place, and he was not really a "fool" who would simply believe it if he was flattered.

The little memory he glimpsed was enough to make him wary of the people in front of him.

"Let's talk about it when I'm better." Wang Wei glanced around the people in the room, and his tone became cold: "Not to mention that my mind is not clear at the moment, even my body is hard to get up now. I don't know if it's okay or not. Woolen cloth."

"If you can't wait, choose someone else to take on the big job." After saying this, Wang Wei didn't care about the expressions of the others, and just closed his eyes and pretended to be dead. .

The people in the room persuaded him for a while, but seeing that he was not opening his eyes, there was nothing he could do.After all, what Wang Wei said was right, it's hard to say if his mind is clear, but his body can't hold it, which is visible to the naked eye.

The food officer will come in a few days, so I can't force people to death at this time, at least I have to survive the tax!

Otherwise, there is no village head in their village, and the people from the yamen above will come to the village and force them to elect a village head. Maybe I will be elected as the new village head... There are only forty households in the village, and the chances are still very high, it's terrible !

A group of people couldn't help him, and those who were standing left first.The few people sitting on the bench you squeezed me, I bumped you, and it took a long time before they left in a huff.

And Wang Wei was lying on the bed, sorting out the newly emerging memories about the cause of his uncle's death.

The Wang family has indeed served as the village head for generations, starting with his great-grandfather being elected by the villagers, then his grandfather, and then Wang Dawei's father.

When his father died, Wang Dawei was only ten years old, and the position was passed on to Wang Dawei's younger uncle, Wang Chengliang.

Wang Chengliang is 32 years old this year and has not yet married.The family is poor, and no one wants to marry their daughter to this old bachelor.

Last year, Wang Chengliang became ruthless and planted a lot of land. He planned to sell the money to buy a wife to carry on the family line.The process of farming went smoothly, the weather was good, the crops were harvested without disease or disaster, and after paying the taxes, the rest could be taken to the city to sell, and bought women for money.

As a result, three days ago, the official sent to the countryside to collect taxes and grains. Wang Chengliang got into a quarrel with others, and was so angry that he spurted blood all the way. He was so angry that he died on the spot.The scene was so tragic that even the food officials were scared away, and the village's food tax was also collected, and they said they would come back in a few days.

No, just three days after Wang Chengliang's death, the villagers crowded into Wang Dawei's house to make him succeed the village chief.

"Dawei, they're all gone. Get up, drink the medicine, and eat something." Gu looked at his weak son sadly, and wanted to cry again: "You don't have to worry about being the village chief." I can't agree, the people in this village are all heartbroken, and we must have our old Wang's family cut off their children and grandchildren."

"You are the only one left in our old Wang's family. If you become the village head, I don't know how to explain to your father when I go underground!" Gu Shi wiped away her tears. She was actually more afraid that her son would become the village head. , went to see his father earlier than himself...

"Mother, don't worry, I know this matter well." Wang Wei propped himself up and sat up, already sweating from exhaustion.He frowned and forced himself to drink the strange medicine. It tasted so weird that he had to use all his strength to endure it so as not to spit it out.

He wasn't afraid of being chased away to become the head of the village.He made a living in the orphanage when he was young, and made his way in the entertainment circle as an adult, he is not a soft persimmon that can be manipulated by others.

Now Wang Wei has roughly understood the ins and outs of the cause of Wang Chengliang's death, and as a bystander and outsider, he has some other guesses.

——He was just disappointed that the village he traveled to was not as simple as he had imagined.

But no matter what, life must go on.He occupied the original owner's body, so the original owner's family members also became his responsibility, whether it was the living Gu family or the dead Wang Chengliang.

The villagers' wish for him to succeed the village chief will not be changed because of his disappointment with the village - after all, in a few days, the grain officer will still come back to collect taxes, that's why the villagers are so anxious.

Wang Wei said, if he takes over the position of village chief, these people should not regret it.

Seeing that he had finished drinking the medicine, Gu Shi took out another rough porcelain bowl with a gap in it from behind, which contained more than half of the bowl of porridge.

It seems that there is no one in the family... Wang Wei took it depressed.What was more surprising was that the porridge was quite thick. Looking at the dilapidation of the house before, he thought that poor people could only drink thin soup.

But it is thick and thick, but it is very rough, and the shell has not been taken off. Wang Wei took two sips and pierced his throat, and then pushed it to Gu Shi: "Mother, where is my uncle?"

Thinking of my uncle, Gu's tears came down again.Her husband died early, and she is unable to pull Wang Dawei on her own. Thanks to her uncle, the Gu family has treated Wang Chengliang as her own brother all these years.

Such a good brother, he never got a daughter-in-law in his life, and he didn't even have a queen, so he was gone.

"It's parked in the back mountain...it's too hot to put it at home, it has a taste." Gu wiped away tears: "People in the village say that if you don't agree to be the village chief, you won't help dig a pit for burial... ..."

But if you want your son to be the village head, isn't that the same as sending him to death?Her husband and her brother-in-law both died while serving as the village head.Good people are gone at a young age!

The palms and backs of the hands were full of flesh, Gu Shi only felt that his heart was about to be smashed into pieces.Either the son is going to die, or the uncle's body is rotting. The more Gu Shi thinks about it, the sadder he becomes, and the louder he cries.

Wang Wei was stunned for a moment, and asked doubtfully, "Can't we bury my uncle by ourselves?" What kind of threatening condition is this? Does it have to be done with the help of the villagers?

Gu Shi glanced at him: "You are sick and can't get up in bed. I am a woman, how can I do anything?"

? ? ?Is burial a big project?Their TV dramas are just digging a hole...

Wang Wei was a little hesitant, but he didn't want to talk to Gu Shi in detail at this time, so he said: "I didn't lie to them just now, my mind is really messed up, and I can't remember many things."

Gushi panicked all of a sudden, and the tears flowed even more joyfully.Wang Wei found out helplessly that he might be a cheap girl: "It might be better to rest for two days—it won't delay anything if it doesn't work, it's just that my memory is a bit weak."

Gu Shi had no idea, wanted to cry to his son, but was afraid of delaying his son's rest and affecting his recovery, so he went back to his room, lay down and continued to cry, sobbing.

Hearing Gu Shi's footsteps walking away, Wang Wei hurriedly sat up and went to get the gapped empty bowl on the table - it was used to hold medicine before.Even if he stretched his arms, he couldn't reach it, so he had to get out of bed to get it.

He still doesn't know the original owner's cause of death or what disease he had.There is no special discomfort in the body, but weakness, sweating when walking two steps weakly, and black eyes when standing up.Holding a bowl is like going through untold hardships, as if going through ninety-nine and 81 difficulties.

After finally getting the bowl, Wang Wei sat on the edge of the bed and raised his right hand to hang over the bowl, concentrating on it. After a while, a trickle flowed from the tip of his ring finger!

The spring water was clear and exuded a faint fragrance. When it fell into the bowl, more than half of the bowl was collected in a short time.

Wang Wei heaved a sigh of relief. Fortunately, this baby is still there, and this body can be recuperated as soon as possible.After all, it’s very inconvenient to drag this body that is panting after two steps, so I can only think on the road and body on the bed..._(:з」∠)_

That's pretty passive.

Wang Wei's treasure is the spiritual spring in his body.Speaking of which, this spiritual spring was obtained by accident.At that time, he was not Shidi, struggling in second- and third-tier bad dramas, and finally got a chance to be a male lead, it was a fairy tale movie.

The great disciple of the immortal sect he played accidentally ate the fairy grass—in fact, as an actor, he really ate the strange-looking weed that he didn’t know where he pulled it out for the sake of filming effects, and he was praised for his professionalism.

As a result, the spiritual power of the characters in the play increased greatly, and when Wang Wei returned to the hotel that night, the spiritual spring spewed out from his fingertips.

At that time, he was startled, thinking that the little girls who served Huadao were joking with him, and some kind of mechanism had been installed on him: there were such small props in the film crew that would spurt blood when pressed.

In the end, he didn't find any small props, but found that the water could be controlled by his thoughts, and even found out later that it was not ordinary water, but a spiritual spring.

A spiritual spring that is beneficial to both plants and the human body.

Not to mention how the pots of flowers and plants he raised on the balcony are full of vitality and prosperity under the nourishment of the spiritual spring. In modern times, Wang Wei stayed up all night while filming, and other actors were sleepy. They smoked and drank tea to refresh themselves. Coffee, and he survived by relying on the spiritual spring.

A bowl of Lingquan every day can keep the skin and spirit in the best condition, and can quickly recover from any minor ailments and pains.

Serious illness - he hasn't had it yet, and he doesn't know the effect of the treatment.

But even so, this Lingquan can be said to be very good for strengthening the body, beautifying the skin, and curing all diseases.

Fortunately, Lingquan came to ancient times with him.During this period of starvation, this weak body can be provided with energy, otherwise, he can only rely on the strange-smelling black soup to nourish him slowly...

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