Speaking of the clan leader, Ah Xiu's eyes were full of admiration. "People in the city always say that if you have any problems, go to the police. But in our village, everyone knows that if you have any problems, go to Ah Mu."

"Amu is the most educated and capable person in our village. My father told me that when he was three or four years old, he could recite 300 Tang poems. Later, he passed the entrance exam and received the admission letter. But..."

Ah Xiu sighed with some regret, "But that year, the old patriarch was dying."

For the villagers, the clan leader and Uncle Muhei are people who are admired by everyone.

On the day when the patriarch went to meet the gods, everyone in the village, from the elderly over 80 years old to the children who were not even a month old and sleeping soundly in their mother's cradle, would mourn and see him off.

The old patriarch was on his last breath, which meant that Amu, as the new patriarch, would have to shoulder the heavy responsibility of taking care of all the young and old in the village from now on.

Whether it was a pity or a regret, Amu resolutely gave up the idea of ​​going out to study.

After taking care of the old patriarch by his bedside for more than half a month, when the old patriarch was conscious, Amu listened to him explaining the affairs of the tribe in his slurred speech.

Those elderly people in the clan who are 60 years old or above must complete the formalities and hand them in, and then receive the pension money allocated from above on a monthly basis and delivered to each elderly person.

How to register and send children who are 7 years old and want to go to school?

Spring ploughing, autumn harvest, weddings and funerals...

Rather than being a clan leader, it would be more accurate to say that every clan leader is the village’s steward.

The villagers have survived from generation to generation relying on that persistent belief.

He Sichen finally understood why every household did not lock their doors the two times he came here, and he would be warmly welcomed just by knocking on any door.

If they hadn't swapped lives, and he had been the patriarch, would he have been able to do it? He Sichen didn't know.

He Sichen asked softly while chewing the corn tortilla which tasted a bit rough but became more fragrant the more he chewed it.

Not noticing the indifference in Ah Xiong's tone, Ah Xiu answered every question without hesitation: "Not long after the old patriarch passed away, Mu Hei also passed away. Amu Ge said that Mu Hei would no longer be needed in the future."

The existence of successive Muheis was to help the patriarch share some of the affairs of the tribe so as to prevent the patriarch from being biased.

Another thing is to give enlightenment to children under the age of 7 in the village, and to prescribe folk remedies for any child with a headache or fever.

It combines the functions of teacher and doctor.

"Amu said that every household is better off now, and children can be sent to nurseries. If a family member has a headache or fever, there is a clinic in town. He is also unable to move. Even if the situation is the most serious, he can call 120."

Speaking of the young and capable Amu, Ah Xiu's words were full of praise. "The tribe has set up a committee, which includes elders who are highly respected and can convince the people, young people who are knowledgeable and far-sighted like Amu, and aunties who are popular and good at talking. Whenever there is an important event, Amu will call everyone to a meeting and vote."

"Brother Amu said that as long as everyone puts the tribe members first in everything, then everyone in the tribe is a Muhei."

Ah Xiu looked at He Sichen with burning eyes, "Brother, last night my father went to see Brother Amu and told him about your return. Brother Amu gathered everyone overnight and said that today we will have a great time to welcome you home. I want you to know that not only our family is thinking about you, but everyone is thinking about you and looking forward to your return home."

The aroma of the tortilla spread from his mouth to his throat and stomach as he swallowed. Then, the soft and sweet taste flowed along the slowly flowing blood to every part of his body.

He Sichen breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

What’s past is past.

Just like what Sister Wan said, everything should be looked forward.