The Villain’s Host is a Boss

Shut up...

Zhou Yu'an slammed the book in his hand on the table, making a big noise. He turned around and looked at Tang Xiaoyu with red eyes.

Tang Xiaoyu was frightened, her whole body trembled, she screamed, closed her mouth subconsciously, and looked at him timidly.

Stop talking.

Zhou Yuan closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and said in a low voice, Yun Xi and I have passed. If you still want to live with me, don't mention her to me again.

He regretted it, but what could he do?

She has long been married to a wife, and he has long since had no way back.

Now that it's over, why can't you let it go?

Tang Xiaoyu's throat moved, but she didn't dare to say anything. She wanted to say something dissatisfied, but she didn't dare.

She also knows a little bit about Zhou Yu'an. He has already said such words. If she continues to say it, then he will definitely divorce her.

...

Tang Xiaoyu asked Zhou Yu'an to make trouble, but it didn't work. Instead, the relationship between the two fell into unprecedented tension.

As for the money, I didn't get it.

Without money to renew the fee, Village Chief Tang was discharged from the hospital by his sons the next day and returned to the village from the county.

Then, the news of the hemiplegia of village chief Tang was completely spread out, and every villager knew about it.

A country cannot be without a ruler for a day, and a village cannot be without a village head for a long time. Therefore, the village party secretary sent an application to the town to elect a new village head.

After the news of the election of the village chief spread, the village chief Tang's family did not want to continue to be immersed in grief, but made up the idea of ​​an election.

Although the village chief is not a big official, he has a lot of oil and water. Moreover, it is convenient to cover the sky with one hand in the village. So, why is the village chief Tang willing to give up this piece of fat?

Although village chief Tang can no longer be the village chief, he still has four sons.

As long as any one of these four sons becomes the village head, then their old Tang family will be able to get on with it as well.

Elections in the village are relatively simple. The big guys get together and just raise their hands and say who to vote for, and the village party secretary is responsible for counting.

In this era, the villagers were illiterate, let alone writing, so they did not write a ticket.

Before that, anyone who wanted to be the village chief just had to go door-to-door and let the villagers sell their face and choose him.

This is a normal process, and the old Tang family doesn't need it.

As I said before, there are people in the village head Tang's family in the county. The brother-in-law of the village head Tang is the secretary of the county head. This is not a small official position, and countless people want to curry favor.

So, as long as the old Tang family told the village party secretary who they wanted to be the village head, it would be fine, and the village party secretary would help them do the rest.

The old Tang family deliberately held a family meeting about which son would be the next village head. After some deliberation, they finally decided that the second son with the most flexible mind would be the one.

So, early the next morning, Mr. Tang went to the village party secretary with two bottles of good wine, saying that he wanted to be the next village mayor in the village, which was also what his uncle meant. Uncle will be grateful to the village party secretary and so on.

Tang Lao Er's uncle is the secretary of the county magistrate.

Every time the old Tang family mentioned this secretary to the village party secretary, the village party secretary looked like he was flattering, but today, his expression was a little weird, but Tang Lao Er didn't notice it.

After accepting the drink, the village party secretary said vaguely to Tang Lao Er, and then sent him away.

The second brother Tang also left happily, humming a song, not at all feeling that there would be any accident when he became the village chief.

In his view, this is already a sure thing.

In this way, the time passed day by day, and it was half a month in the blink of an eye, ushering in an important day like the election of the village head.

On this day, everyone did not go to work, but came to the rice field in the village early.

The village party secretary had someone set up a table and spread the hemp paper. He sat in front of the table and picked up a pen to prepare statistics.

After some simple speeches, the election stage began. Basically, anyone who was of the right age, had no criminal history, and was literate could participate.

But Tangjia Village is relatively poor, so there are very few people who have read books. Therefore, there are not many people who are eligible to run for election, there must be only four.

Among these four, there are Tang Lao Er and Ding Ye.

When he learned that Ding Ye was also in the election, Tang Lao Er wrinkled every day, feeling a little strange in his heart. Ding Ye is illiterate, why should he participate?

Among the four candidates, the other two were well-known cultural figures from far and near, and they all went to the town to go to school several times.

And this Ding Ye, he hadn't been to the school all day. Besides, he was still an outsider. Why should an outsider run for the election of the village head of Tangjia Village?

Tang Lao Er asked this question at the time, and then the village party secretary who accepted his gift laughed and answered him with a good temper.

The village party secretary said that as long as the villagers have their household registration in Tangjia Village, they can participate in the election. In addition, although Ding Ye has never been to school, he is now literate.

Ding Ye is indeed literate now, and he knows a lot, all of which were taught by Yun Xi after he came back from the ground every day.

If he is interested, Yun Xi is also willing to teach.

He is very smart and can read quickly, so after a year, he has basically understood the common words.

The village party secretary said so, so Tang Lao Er was naturally not good at what to say, and silently shut his mouth and waited for the election.

Then, he found that the situation was a little out of his control.

Except for a few of the villagers who elected to go to school, most of the villagers elected Ding Ye. Except for their old Tang family, no one chose him at all.

How could this be?

This is completely different from what you imagined, right?

Tang Lao Er stared blankly at the village party secretary in front of the table, who had always been on a par with the old fox, and vaguely realized that things were going to get out of their control, and under the watchful eyes, he couldn't do anything.

Tang Lao Er watched Ding Ye's more and more votes, so he could only grit his teeth and worry.

There are a total of 1,200 villagers in Tangjia Village, and the election went on for five hours and ended in the afternoon.

It was no surprise that the new village chief was Ding Ye.

When the village party secretary announced Ding Ye as the new village head, Tang Lao Er couldn't hold back any longer, jumped up, and kicked the chair he brought.

In an instant, it attracted everyone's attention, and everyone looked at him with a good show.

The villagers all know that the second son of Tang is bound to win the position of the village chief, but now he has missed it. This second son of Tang must be mad?