"Xiaofeng, what brings you here?" The village chief came out, smiled at Chen Feng, and asked knowingly.
"Oh dear, it's all thanks to Uncle's help this morning, otherwise would the Wang family have let me go so easily?"
"I knew you liked to drink, so I bought you a case of beer," Chen Feng said, holding the items.
"You're here, why bring anything? Don't be so formal, come and sit down," the village chief said, glancing at the things he brought.
Chen Feng put his things at the door and sat down in the kitchen chairs with the village chief.
"Here, have a cigarette." The village chief took out a cigarette and handed one to Chen Feng, who took it and lit it for the village chief.
"Well, I'm not trying to be mean, but you were a bit impulsive this time. You said you got beaten up, and I went to help. If I hadn't gone, you would have been in jail for a few days."
"Old Wang's wife is just a chatterbox, it's not worth arguing with her," the village chief said, taking a puff of his cigarette.
"Indeed, looking back now, it was a bit impulsive," Chen Feng said with a laugh.
"Has the money been delivered to them?" the village chief asked.
"I sent it. I asked Lao Lu to send it. It would be too awkward for me to go myself," Chen Feng said.
"Okay, just find someone to deliver it. Once the money is delivered, everything will be fine," the village chief said, taking a deep drag on his cigarette.
The two chatted casually for a while, and the village chief casually asked, "Does your family farm the land, or does your mother do it all by herself? Don't you ask anyone for help or anything?"
Chen Feng paused for a moment upon hearing this. He felt that there was something else behind the village chief's words. After thinking for a moment, he said, "Yes, it's still her. Sometimes when she's busy, she can call me 'Uncle'."
"But my uncle is also busy, so he can't help much anyway."
The villager nodded upon hearing this: "Indeed, there's not much land anyway, we can just take our time planting it. You can help out and manage."
"Yes, it's no big deal," Chen Feng said with a smile.
"How is your father? Does he usually keep in touch?" the village chief asked.
"No, who knows where they've been all these years?" Chen Feng said indifferently.
"Yeah, he's probably working away from home. Don't worry about him too much. He might come back in a few years."
"He hasn't come back even once in all these years?" the village chief asked.
"No, I've never seen him. He's probably a big boss now," Chen Feng said with a smile.
"That's possible," the village chief laughed.
The two chatted casually for a while, and Chen Feng realized that the village chief was just talking nonsense and didn't seem to be asking him anything or wanting him to do anything.
"Alright, Uncle, you go ahead with your work. I have some things to take care of at home, so I'll be going now," Chen Feng said, standing up.
"Okay, come over if you need anything. We're all from the same village, not outsiders," the village chief said, standing up to see Chen Feng off.
"Okay, I'm leaving, Uncle." Chen Feng waved and left.
After Chen Feng left, the village chief's wife whispered, "His father hasn't come back even once in all these years?"
"Are you not planning to come back?"
The village chief paused for a moment and then said, "Who knows if he's telling the truth or not? He probably doesn't dare to come back."
As Chen Feng walked back, he was still pondering. He had thought that the village chief was helping him so that he could also help one of his relatives to make money.
After all, besides this skill, there was nothing else about her that he would be interested in.
But it seems the village chief didn't mean it that way at all, which is really strange.
When they got home, Chen Feng repeated everything they had talked about to Liu Ping.
"He talks a good game, but when you actually ask him for help, he can't do it."
"If you're so good at talking, why don't you move our land somewhere else?" Liu Ping said disdainfully.
"Aren't all officials like this?" Chen Feng smiled, not taking it to heart.
"It's better if he doesn't ask me for help. I'd rather have some peace and quiet. But if he really asked me to help his relatives make money, after he just helped me, do you think I should agree or not?" Chen Feng stretched and said.
"Brother Feng, I heard you got into a fight with Old Wang's wife, what's going on?" Lin Nian burst in.
He went to the fields with his grandfather to weed in the morning, and only found out what happened when he came back.
"It's nothing, a minor issue. I doubt she'll dare to talk nonsense about me again this time," Chen Feng said with a smile.
"Wow, I heard you beat up Old Wang's wife, even smashed the windows, and the police came?"
"Why didn't you call me?" Lin Nian said, sitting down beside him.
"What, you want me to beat her up with you?" Chen Feng chuckled.
"Even if I don't fight, I still have to lend a hand. What if you get the short end of the stick?" Lin Nian said naively.
"It's not that bad. I was hoping to ask you to help me earn some extra money, but that plan fell through today," Chen Feng said regretfully.
“Not only did you not make any money, you also lost four hundred. Don’t be so impulsive in the future,” Liu Ping added from the side.
"But I can't just listen to her nagging me all the time. It was worth the four hundred yuan," Chen Feng said with a smile.
"That's four hundred yuan, it's worth nothing." Liu Ping felt a pang of heartache just thinking about the four hundred yuan.
"There's not much extra money to be made at this time, but someone in the next village is hiring. I think they're doing weeding in the fields tomorrow, sixty yuan a day. Do you want to go, brother?" Lin Nian asked.
"No way. A true hero doesn't earn a fixed amount of money. I'd rather go to an abandoned mine than work weeding grass for a day for only sixty yuan." Chen Feng shook his head.
He wanted to make money by chance, the more he did, the more he earned, and at least that would give him motivation.
He doesn't like doing jobs like this, where you can earn sixty yuan a day even if you have to pull your arms out of the way.
After chatting with Lin Nian for a while and seeing that Chen Feng was alright, Lin Nian went home.
That evening, Chen Feng went to Zheng Ping's house.
"Brother Zheng, are you planting the seedlings?"
As soon as Chen Feng entered the house, he saw the floor covered with earthenware pots, where Zheng Ping and his wife were watering the seeds.
Some crops cannot be grown now because the temperature is not suitable, so they will plant them indoors first.
Then wait until the temperature is suitable before transplanting the seedlings. This way they will grow faster.
"Fengzi, come in and have a seat." Zheng Ping waved him in, brushed the dirt off his hands, and offered him a cigarette.
"Fengzi, what happened this morning? Did you get into a fight with Old Wang's wife?" Mao Min asked curiously.
"She's just foul-mouthed," Chen Feng said without adding anything more.
"She's easy to talk to, but this time she's met her match." Mao Min nodded with deep understanding.
"Brother Zheng, are we going gold panning tomorrow?" Chen Feng asked.
"tomorrow…"
Zheng Ping took out his phone, glanced at it, and pondered for a moment.
"It probably won't work. It'll still be cloudy tomorrow, and the weather forecast says it will rain. Do you still want to go?" Zheng Ping said with a smile.
"Of course, staying at home is so boring," Chen Feng said.
"Let's see what happens the day after tomorrow. I reckon the weather will be better then," Zheng Ping said after thinking for a moment.
"Okay, let's talk about it the day after tomorrow. You two go ahead and get busy," Chen Feng said as he walked away.
"Okay, take care." Zheng Ping saw him to the door.
After he left, Mao Min couldn't help but say, "Fengzi has become addicted to being mischievous."
"Of course! If I could make several thousand a day like him, I'd be addicted too!" Zheng Ping exclaimed as he planted seedlings.
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