Old Mrs. Zhou didn't know what Village Chief Li was up to, but she kept swearing.

"Dear fellow villagers, I am truly sorry for all these years. I do not believe I am a good village chief. From today onwards, I will no longer be the village chief of Daobei Village."

Suddenly, everything around fell silent; even Old Zhou's wife stopped talking.

She stared at Village Chief Li in disbelief, the curse words she was about to utter stuck in her throat.

Li Qingzhu was taken aback by the village chief's antics and then burst into laughter.

"Third Uncle, you are indeed getting on in years. Since you're not going to do it anymore, why don't you recommend me for the position? I'm quite satisfied with the title of village chief."

Old Mrs. Zhou had always felt that with Village Chief Li no longer in office, her family would have no one to rely on, and who would she ask for those bargains from in the future?

Just as she was about to step forward and tear at Village Chief Li, she heard her son's words, and she thought they were absolutely right.

He quickly stood up from the ground, without even brushing off the dirt, and grabbed Village Chief Li's arm.

“Yes, third brother, look at our little third son, he’s sensible, capable, and smart. You should go to the commune and talk to the director and the others. You can step down as village chief and let our little third son take over.”

Village Chief Li's face looked like he'd just eaten feces. He didn't know how the mother and son could say such things; he really didn't want to open his mouth at all.

The villagers were speechless. How could there be such shameless people? Didn't they know their own limitations?

Then someone in the crowd shouted, "We disagree!"

"Yes, we disagree. If anyone lets Li Qingzhu become the village chief, we'll take it all the way to the county."

“Yes, let’s go to the county and report him. We’ll expose all the bad things he’s done over the years.”

"Yes, we disagree."

The shouts grew louder and louder. Old Mrs. Zhou initially wanted to retort, but more and more people joined in, and in the end, almost everyone wore an angry expression. Li Qingzhu's face was as black as the bottom of a pot.

Old Mrs. Zhou seemed to lose her hearing amidst the repeated disagreements, and could only see mouths turning into gaping maws that were biting at her.

Whether it was because she was provoked or not, she suddenly closed her eyes and fell backward.

Li Qingzhu was not far from his mother. When he saw her fall, he thought it was just an act as usual, but he still cooperated and quickly went forward to support her.

He wanted to say a few more threatening words, but the villagers remained unmoved this time, and their shouts did not subside at all.

Li Qingzhu's face darkened further. He quietly pinched his mother's arm, signaling her to wake up and argue with these people, but after pinching it several times without any reaction, he finally looked down to check on her.

This glance had a significant impact.

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