In her previous life, Ruan Xianxian, who took her cousin's place to go down to the countryside, returned to the city and took over the fiancé her cousin didn't want. She thought she had fo...
The villagers all looked worried. At the edge of the field, someone threw down their hoe and said, "If this doesn't work, let's collectively complain to the higher-ups and ask them to change the village head."
The villagers' eyes lit up; though they didn't agree, no one raised any objections either.
The brigade leader's wife, who was eavesdropping behind a tree, knew something was terribly wrong when she heard this. She frantically ran home, almost losing one of her shoes in the process.
She entered the house and closed the door in one swift motion. Exhausted, she collapsed to the ground and, unable to hold back, slapped her thigh and began to wail.
"You son of a bitch, you have nothing better to do than go to the provincial capital and get involved with those few bastards."
You were tricked into buying a few lumps of iron, and now the villagers are collectively proposing to replace the brigade leader. They've collectively rebelled against you. Are you satisfied now?
Waaaaah, marrying you, you damned cripple, I must have been blind in my past life, I've had the worst luck in eight lifetimes.
"What's all this commotion?" The captain, wearing a jacket, came out of the house and remained silent for a long time after hearing the whole story.
I remember the day we brought the oil press back. When the villagers heard that an oil press factory was going to be built, they slaughtered chickens and ducks. They were as happy as if it were New Year's Day, thinking that they could earn wages like city workers.
But from some point onward, the winds in the village suddenly changed.
A rumor spread from who-knows-where that "Xiang Hongjun was cheated in the city and bought three useless iron lumps. In a year of famine, he's trying to starve the villagers to death."
He tried to explain that Mu, a educated youth at the educated youth settlement, could fix the oil press, but the villagers were adamant that he had been deceived, and that he had dragged them down with him...
Xiang Hongjun pulled his clothes up slightly, his face calm. "They really said they wanted to dismiss me?"