No Letting My Daughter Sit at the Table? Fine, Then No One Will Eat!

As Shuiqing opened her eyes, she saw the dilapidated room, half a piece of darkened bread, and five children with malnutrition, their faces full of concern. Eldest sister-in-law sneered, “It’s ...

Chapter 242 I'm in, Pick Me! (1/2)

Fan Erzhu said this after much deliberation.

He realized that the wall wasn't just for his family, but for the whole village. Even if his family really didn't want it, what could the old village chief do?

We can't just drive them out of the village; they haven't done anything wrong.

Building a wall is different from building a dam. If you don't build a dam, your own house will be the first to suffer when the floodwaters rise. It's an urgent matter that you can see with your own eyes, and the effect will be immediately visible.

But if the wall is built and no bandits come, wouldn't all the effort be wasted?

Besides, few other villages build walls either. If they don't, what can the old village chief say?

Fan Sanzhu muttered in a low voice, "Grandma said that if we keep making a fuss, the old village chief will eventually have no choice but to let another family or their family take over our work."

Grandma said that making a scene without any regard for the consequences is the most effective method, and she has never suffered a loss using this trick.

Fan Qian looked at the wall, which was progressing the slowest, and nodded hard.

There's an old saying that goes, "Those who don't listen to their elders will suffer the consequences," and he always knows that listening to his mother is the right thing to do.

He didn't want to do this hard and tiring work at all. Let whoever wants to build it do it. Anyway, he would be just as safe inside the wall once it was built.

The villagers were furious when they saw that Fan Da's family was unyielding and acted as if they couldn't do anything about it.

"The wall is for the whole village as a whole; it's definitely not acceptable if each family doesn't build one and there's a gap."

"Isn't that bigger than the main gate? Who can it stop?"

"It will definitely have to be covered up."

"Is the Fan family just taking advantage of the fact that we have no choice but to build it, that's why they dare to do this! We have a lot of family members, including the elderly and the baby we're holding, and the road section is much longer than theirs. They're all capable people, but they're unwilling to do it!"

"This is outrageous!"

The old village chief's chest heaved violently as he looked at Fan Da's family, his brows furrowed.

Now it's Fan Da's family making a scene. If they succeed, Zhang Tuzi's family will definitely follow suit. The Ding family won't, but the more they do that, the more honest people will suffer.

The vacant plots of land belonging to the two families still need to be filled. In that case, whoever builds faster and better will get the land. That means the one who builds well will not get a reward but will live more, while the one who builds poorly will have an easy life. What is the logic behind this?

Li Wu figured it out, squeezed forward to his father, and whispered in his ear about how Shui Qing had given him fifty large swords.

"My sister-in-law said that you, Dad, have full authority to decide on the distribution; she trusts you!"

The old village chief's aged eyes slowly brightened, and his tightly furrowed brows gradually relaxed.

He asked Fan Qian, "Are you sure you don't want to build the entire section of road allocated to your family?"

Sun Jinhua, who was on the ground, nodded repeatedly with delight.

“Okay, then you draw a line, and don’t cover the rest.” The old village chief readily agreed.

The onlookers immediately protested!

He advised with concern, "Old village chief, you can't be too lenient with them, or they'll take advantage of you!"

"Others will follow suit, and then it will be difficult to manage them."

Amidst the noise, fearing that her family might be missed, Zhang Chunhua jumped up and shouted, "My family too! We need to reduce our numbers as well!"

As soon as she finished speaking, the others immediately said, "See, see, here comes someone who's copying us!"

"Okay," the old village chief readily agreed.

Zhang Chunhua was still a little unsure; had she really agreed so easily?

Why is the old village chief being so easy to talk to today?