Old Yuan was the first to step forward, grinning, "Changyuan, you're a brave fellow. I saw how you dealt with Wang Fugui yesterday. I trust you. I'll leave the medicinal herbs business to you. I have no objection!"

As soon as he said this, several old men nearby nodded and muttered, "That's right, that bastard Wang Fugui should have been kicked out long ago. Chen Changyuan is reliable."

But not everyone buys it.

From the back of the crowd, Zhou Changhe spoke in a sarcastic tone, "Hey, Chen Changyuan, are you planning to become the local tyrant of Qingshui Village? As soon as Wang Fugui fell, you couldn't wait to jump out. Who knows if you're planning to follow his example and make a quick buck and run away?"

He folded his arms and sneered, and several villagers close to him echoed him: "That's right, why should you be in charge?"

Chen Changyuan raised his eyelids, glanced at Zhou Changhe, and a hint of sarcasm appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Zhou Changhe, what you said is really interesting. How much Wang Fugui has embezzled? The account book in my hand clearly shows it. How about I take it out and read it to you? By the way, I want to ask how much benefits you have given him over the years?"

He paused deliberately, his voice suddenly rising, "Or are you afraid that if I take over this business, your son Zhou Dazhu will never have the chance to steal my herbs again?"

As soon as these words came out, the audience burst into laughter. Zhou Changhe's face flushed red, and he pointed at Chen Changyuan and cursed, "You little bastard, watch your mouth!"

But his momentum was obviously weakened, obviously he had been hit in a sore spot.

Chen Changyuan was too lazy to waste time talking to him. He turned to look at the others and said sincerely, "Fellow villagers, I, Chen Changyuan, am not a big shot, but I keep my word. I will take over the medicinal herbs business, and the profits will be divided equally among you all. No one should think of taking a penny less. If you are willing, please deliver the herbs to my yard tomorrow. We will weigh them and settle the bill on the spot!"

After these words were spoken, the villagers hesitated for a while, and finally nodded one after another.

Someone shouted, "Okay, let's try it!"

Some people even murmured quietly, "This kid Changyuan doesn't look like Wang Fugui, the smiling tiger. Maybe he can really succeed."

Seeing that the momentum was almost there, Chen Changyuan jumped off the tree stump and secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

But before he could breathe a sigh of relief, he suddenly heard hurried footsteps in the distance.

Chen Changyuan looked back and saw Zhang Mazi running towards him, panting, with an anxious look on his face and a crumpled letter in his hand.

He grabbed Chen Changyuan and whispered, "Changyuan, something big has happened! News just came from the county that that old dog Wang Fugui ran away on the road. I heard that he colluded with people outside and is now leading people to the village. He said he wants to settle the score with you!"

When Chen Changyuan heard this, his brows suddenly frowned and his eyes turned cold instantly.

He clenched his fists and cursed in a low voice: "This old thing is really haunting me."

Zhang Mazi stamped his feet anxiously: "What should we do? If he really brings people back, we can't stop him with so few people!"

At this moment, the sound of horse hooves came from the entrance of the village again, and in the dust flying, several fast horses had rushed to the front.

The leading man had a face full of flesh and held a large machete in his hand. He shouted at Chen Changyuan from a distance: "Chen boy, you made my brother go to jail. Today I must chop you into pieces!"

The crowd suddenly became chaotic, some people screamed and ran back, while others picked up weapons and prepared to fight.

Chen Changyuan stood still, watching the man rushing towards him with a knife, but a sneer suddenly appeared at the corner of his mouth.

He suddenly dodged to the side and hit the man's horse's face with the branch in his hand. The horse neighed in pain and threw the man to the ground.

He stepped on the man's wrist, and the knife fell to the ground with a clang. His voice was so low that it seemed to come from underground: "You want to touch me? You are not qualified."

But before he could catch his breath, he heard a burst of dense footsteps behind him. Turning around, he saw more than a dozen dark shadows rushing in from the village entrance, each holding a weapon in their hands, and running straight towards him.

Chen Changyuan's eyes tightened and he quickly scanned the surroundings.

These guys are so aggressive, it's obvious that someone is behind them.

A thought flashed through his mind: it was most likely Wang Fugui who was manipulating this drama behind the scenes and was planning to eat him up in one bite!

"Quick, come on! Beat this guy to death!"

The man on the ground was holding his wrist and howling.

Zhang Mazi jumped up in panic.

"Hey Changyuan, run away! There are so many people here, we can't win!"

Chen Changyuan stood there motionless.

Instead, a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Escape? If I run away, won't these people tear our village apart?"

He casually picked up the machete that had fallen on the ground and stared at the approaching group of black shadows.

At the critical moment, there was a sudden rumbling sound at the entrance of the village!

Three military green jeeps came roaring over, kicking up a cloud of dust.

Before the car stopped, more than a dozen fully armed policemen jumped out.

"Don't move!"

The leading police officer yelled, "This place is completely surrounded!"

The gang immediately panicked and some of them turned around and tried to run, but were immediately stopped by the police.

Chen Changyuan finally breathed a sigh of relief and turned to look at Zhang Mazi: "You're quite a man of honor, even going so far as to invite the armed police?"

Zhang Mazi was completely bewildered: "What? It wasn't me who called you..."

"I called."

A familiar voice came.

Zhang Qinghai got out of a jeep and said solemnly, "I had guessed that Wang Fugui, this old fox, would not give up, so I called the police in advance."

Chen Changyuan felt warm in his heart. He didn't expect Zhang Qinghai to consider him so much.

Suddenly!

A gangster broke free from the police's control, picked up an iron rod on the ground and smashed it towards Chen Changyuan's back of the head!

"Be careful!"

Fang Suxia rushed to the scene at some point and screamed in terror.

Chen Changyuan turned around suddenly, but it was too late to dodge.

Critical moment!

A stone flew from the side and hit the bastard's wrist!

The iron rod fell to the ground with a clang, and the gangster screamed in pain.

Chen Changyuan looked in the direction of the stone and saw Lao Yuantou standing not far away with the stone in his hand.

The old man grinned at him and said, "My son, this is all I can do to help you with my old bones!"

Fang Suxia ran over and grabbed Chen Changyuan's hand, her voice trembling as she asked, "Son, are you okay?"

Chen Changyuan patted the back of his mother's hand and said, "Mom, don't worry, I'm fine."

He looked around and found that the villagers were gathered not far away, their faces full of worry.

At this moment, he suddenly understood: in this small mountain village, he had never fought alone.

The armed police quickly took all the troublemakers into the car.

Zhang Qinghai came over and patted Chen Changyuan on the shoulder: "Wang Fugui has been arrested. Don't worry, he won't be able to escape this time."

Chen Changyuan nodded and watched the police car leave.

The afterglow of the setting sun shines on the village road, giving everything a golden glow.

He understood that after tonight, Qingshui Village would usher in a new beginning.

"Mom, let's go home."

Chen Changyuan supported Fang Suxia.

Fang Suxia stood still, her eyes suddenly reddened. "Son, do you think we've finally made it through this?"