As the village head, he knew that the only family in the village with no heirs had any of the wasteland, farmland, or houses; all of them belonged to the village's public property.
By serving as the village head, Zheng Juzhong amassed a considerable fortune.
Over the years, it has become a habit; he has been held in high esteem in the village and has become accustomed to being fawned over.
They subconsciously believed that the village's public accounts were their private property.
In doing so, Chen Gui was essentially forcing him to cut his own flesh.
That's all my money.
Zheng Juzhong said fiercely, "Fine, our village will give too, I'll give two coins a day."
However, this is only the second article; I'll give it to you later.
An exclamation arose from the crowd: "Really! Thank you Qingxia Village, no, thank you Uncle Village Head!"
He accidentally blurted out his true feelings, which made the situation quite awkward.
For more than ten days in a row.
The people of Qingxia Village successfully diverted the mountain spring water to the foot of the mountain.
May 21st, 3:45 AM.
The sky was a deep blue, without a single cloud.
Wearing a straw hat, Chen Gui watched the mountain spring water diverted from Jiufeng Mountain flow slowly, his expression filled with excitement.
Someone exclaimed in surprise.
"They're here!"
The water flowed gently, and what was clearly a small stream like a white silk ribbon appeared to everyone as a waterfall-like pool.
Chen Gui watched the stream slowly flow by and said in a deep, serious voice, "Release the water!"
The villagers secured the bamboo poles to the edge of the field, and immediately clear, sweet mountain spring water flowed into the already clump-forming wheat field.
I don't know if it's just my imagination, but when dry wheat comes into contact with water, it's like boiling oil being poured into a hot pan—sizzle!
It suddenly became lively.
Stand tall and sway in the wind.
It seemed to be a confession that I had finally come back to life.
The villagers shouted excitedly, "Haha!"
Suddenly, ghostly wails and howls filled the air under the banyan tree.
Old Li gave Chen Xian, who stood silently in the crowd, a deep look.
He shouted, "Silence! I have something to say!"
Following this incident involving the diversion of mountain spring water, Chen Gui's prestige reached its peak in a short period of time.
When he spoke, no one whispered.
Even people like Zhang Daguang shut their mouths and stopped talking.
Do you know who told me how to get water from the mountain?
Some people wondered, "Wasn't it your idea, Lao Lizheng? Did Aoyama say it?"
Chen Qingshan laughed and said, "Forget it, I don't have the brains for that."
"That's right, couldn't you come up with such a great idea?"
Chen Qingshan: "?"
Chen Gui chuckled and said, "He's the one who came up with the idea."
He pointed at the man resting under the big banyan tree.
Immediately, everyone's eyes turned to this.
We looked at each other, both of us puzzled.
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