The space boss's daily life of raising cubs, loving husbands and farming

Shan Dajun was speechless. Why did this suddenly involve him?

The other officers looked at Shan Dajun.

The money was shared by us brothers. We cannot give up the money we have collected. According to the rules, we should stand on the side of Qin Lizheng.

However, they all knew that Lord An had kept Shang Wan's family for a private conversation. If they offended the two of them, they would probably go to Lord An to flatter them, which would be a waste of time.

Shan Dajun said, is there any need to hesitate?

Only by taking a long-term view and keeping your job can you receive more tributes.

Facing the gazes of the crowd, he said in a deep voice: "Your Excellency does know about this matter."

The final word was given. Qin Lizheng staggered in disbelief and looked at Shan Dajun in astonishment.

That look clearly said: You accepted the filial piety money!

Shan Dajun touched his nose. When taking the money, the old man did not say that the people he was going to deal with were Lu Xiucai's family.

For a man like Old Man Qin, Madam Renshang can beat a thousand of them alone. Why bother with such an evil star?

Isn't this like a birthday man hanging himself - seeking death?

Qin Lizheng pursed his lips and thought quickly about countermeasures, but Lu Chengjing did not give him time and gave Qin Lizheng the same multiple-choice question.

"What do you think the village head should do to distribute the disaster relief grain?"

Hearing this question, Qin Lizheng's face turned pale and then gradually turned red. Under the gaze of everyone, he held it in for a long time before speaking, "Since we have an agreement in advance, it is natural to divide it according to the method of 'points calculated according to work'."

The villagers cheered immediately, but the Lin family members looked livid. Village Chief Lin stared at Qin Lizheng, "Qin..."

As soon as he started to speak, Qin Lizheng gave him an angry glare.

If Village Chief Lin had not found out clearly, how could he have lost his dignity today and let a young boy show off his power?

He shouldn't have been involved in this matter!

Seeing Village Chief Lin being humiliated, Old Man Wu's face was wrinkled with smile, and he called out to the villagers, "Don't worry, go back and get the things to pack the grain. There are officers watching over us, so the grain won't get away."

The villagers agreed, and each family sent someone back to get the food supplies, and soon more than half of the people who gathered around were gone.

Seeing that none of her family members moved, Chen Guifang said anxiously, "Mom, according to the rules, we can also get some, let's go back and get some things to pack the food."

She didn't know when her husband would wake up, so some more food would be helpful.

This item was discussed by Lu Chengjing, Old Man Wu and others to take care of the lonely or lonely people or those with little labor force in the village.

It is equivalent to setting a basic guarantee. Whether you help the village or not, you can get more money. Those who work can get an additional amount on top of the guarantee according to how much they work.

"What's the hurry?" Liu glared at the second son's wife, stretched out her hand unwillingly, poked Lin Jianshan's lower back hard, and kept winking in the direction of Qin Lizheng.

They gave those gifts, but the job didn't get done, so just let it go?

Lin Jianshan was also very angry. He thought that after inviting Qin Lizheng and taking care of the officials, the distribution of grain was a sure thing. Who knew that Lu Xiucai actually had such a trick up his sleeve and used the prefect as a backer?

Judging from Qin Lizheng's current attitude, I'm afraid he will really divide the wages according to the "points based on work" method.

He immediately said to Chen Guifang, "Sister-in-law, go home and bring back the two bags of rice."

Chen Guifang agreed and ran home in a hurry, fearing that the food would be distributed all if she was late.

Li Dashan moved a long wooden table out of the shed. The height was just right for Lu Chengjing to do the accounting while sitting in a wheelchair.

Xiaohuan ran home and got Lu Chengjing's usual pen and ink. Lu Chengjing calculated how much grain each family in the account book should receive according to the amount of disaster relief grain.

He didn't even need to use the abacus that Wu Mingli had brought. He just glanced at the numbers recorded in the account book, did the math in his head for a moment, and almost without stopping, wrote down the corresponding amount of grain he had been allocated.

Old Man Wu and several village elders gathered around to watch. Some were doing mental arithmetic, while others were counting on their fingers. Often, before they had figured out one thing, Lu Chengjing had already finished a page and turned the page.

Several people were secretly amazed at the fast speed. According to their calculations, Xiucai Gong did not make any mistakes at all.

A scholar is a scholar. With his ability, even if he cannot become an official in the future, being an accountant to support his family is more than enough.

Qin Lizheng looked at him with a sidelong glance, snorted with disdain, winked at Village Chief Lin, and the two of them walked away, one after the other, to talk.

While Shang Wan was teaching Yuanyuan how to speak, he was also listening to the conversation between the two people in the distance.

Although the two of them intentionally spoke in low voices, it did not prevent Shang Wan from hearing clearly.

How to control them?

Shang Wan's eyes darkened as he continued to listen. However, the two did not say what the specific method was. They soon ended the conversation and walked back.

The faces of both men looked better than before. Qin Lizheng said goodbye to Shan Dajun and others on the pretext of having something to do at home.

Shan Dajun nodded with a stern face, looking like he didn't want to be too involved with Qin Lizheng.

Qin Lizheng had a smile on his face, but in his heart he was already cursing Shan Dajun's ancestors for eighteen generations.

The villagers came back one after another, and Zhang Da and a few others helped maintain order.

"Line up, don't push!"

"You must collect your own food, you cannot collect it on behalf of others."

"The scholar has already calculated everything. No one will be left out. Don't worry, come one by one."

Under the arrangement of several village elders, Zhang Er and several people with loud voices were responsible for singing and reciting. Aunt Zhou and Aunt Yao took the lead and, together with two other aunts in the village, helped weigh the grain according to the number of songs and recitations.

Seeing that the villagers had completely forgotten about him, the village chief, and had spontaneously organized themselves, Village Chief Lin's face turned as black as the bottom of a pot, and it seemed as if a layer of dust could be scraped off.

He winked at Liu, who understood and clamored to squeeze over to help weigh the grain.

Aunt Zhou rolled her eyes at her and said, "Oh, I dare not trouble you to do it. You will have to blame us if you get tired. You should go and cool down."

"What are you talking about?" Liu pushed forward to take the rice spoon, "Come on, make room for me."

"We have enough manpower." Aunt Yao moved sideways to block Liu from touching her.

Seeing this, the other two aunts looked at each other and cooperated to invite Liu out.

Liu was so angry that her hair almost stood up, and she put her hands on her hips and wanted to curse.

Xiao Huan coughed and said quietly, "The officers are watching. If anyone dares to disrupt the distribution of relief grain, those knives are not for show. I heard that if you kill the troublemaker, you can go back and claim credit."

Now that the grain bags have been opened, it is different from the dispute just now. There is chaos now, and Dan Dajun and his party will not just sit there and watch.

Hearing this, Liu subconsciously closed her mouth and turned her head to look at where Shan Dajun and the others were standing.

When he saw the official swords slung around the waists of the people, the urge to throw a tantrum was instantly extinguished.

She walked back to Village Chief Lin with an embarrassed look on her face and whispered, "Boss, we are not short of manpower."

Village Chief Lin glanced at her and said, "The second son cannot be without someone by his side. You should take his wife home first."

Liu hesitated: "Then the food..."

Village Chief Lin said coldly: "Go home!"

Liu didn't dare to ask any more questions and pulled Chen Guifang away.

Shang Wanchao looked over here and saw the sinister and calculating eyes of Village Chief Lin.

A provocative smile appeared at the corner of her lips. It's still unclear who is plotting against whom!