The arrogant little husband is desperately flirting with the hunter

The village chief had a look of impending storm. The threshing ground was bustling with people. Looking at the village chief's appearance, none of them were in the mood to gossip about other people. They all had serious expressions, waiting for people to arrive so that they could talk about business.

When everyone was gathered together this time, the village chief first talked about something that was relatively not serious.

The question is how to deal with Old Man Zhang.

The villagers discussed it among themselves, saying that if someone in the village really died, it would be nothing for the villagers to help collect the body.

The strange thing is that Ping An is not a normal corpse. It is just a pile of rotten meat. No one wants to touch it anyway.

After all, although the epidemic has passed and Anning Town has been unsealed, who knows if people who have touched those corpses will be infected again.

Everyone voted by raising their hands, except for some members of the Zhang family who felt that the body should be buried and that it was their duty to help collect it.

But other villagers, and even a small part of Zhang's family, thought that it would be better to just burn the house and be done with it after Old Man Zhang died.

At this time, some people started talking about Zhang Laosan and Zhang Dazhui, whose whereabouts are still unknown.

"I don't know whether he is dead or alive?"

"It doesn't matter whether he's dead or alive. Anyway, he's not in the village, which saves us a lot of trouble."

For a family like Old Man Zhang, even if they set a fire, they still had to get dry firewood. Besides, it was impossible for a person that big to be burned to ashes, so they still had to collect his body in the end.

To be honest, the villagers had to admit that Zhang Laosan and Zhang Dazhui ran very well.

After all, murder and arson are serious crimes in Daxia. Even if the circumstances are special, these honest and hardworking farmers are unwilling to do it.

If he burned down the whole family, he could still find a reason that he acted impulsively due to the circumstances.

If you burn several houses in a row, it would be easy for people to think you are a habitual offender.

Of course, there is another point: damn, how much firewood is needed to burn a yard?

And what if it’s windy when the fire is set? Will it affect the neighbors?

These naturally require attention, and you must choose a day with clear skies, no clouds, and no wind.

Of course, before we can burn down the house, we have to wait until the old couple of the Zhang family die.

You really can't think about this matter too much. The more you think about it, the more you feel that I am inhumane.

The minority obeys the majority, and the village chief also talked about the laws of Daxia.

Although Old Man Zhang's house was to be burned down, the question of who the land belonged to became a problem.

Anyway, Old Man Zhang’s eldest grandson is too young. Even if the property is left to him, someone has to raise the child first.

The village chief, who had memorized the entire text, was now able to follow the law in a very detailed and coherent manner.

"According to Daxia law, how the property should be distributed is mainly determined by the property owner."

This means that Mr. Zhang wants to give all his savings to this last lifeline of his family.

"If clan members or relatives feel that the distribution is unfair, they can also go to the government office and ask the county magistrate to make a judgment."

As for the current county magistrate, he is probably so busy that he doesn't have the time to make any judgments.

Now that this matter has been decided, we have to put it aside for now and talk about the important things next.

"I think a lot of people must have heard about it. During this epidemic, many refugees have fled here. Now they have caused trouble in several villages. Our Anning Town is not safe either. So we have to increase the number of patrols and expand the patrol area."

The autumn harvest is just around the corner, and almost every household has started to work in the fields. Recently, the patrolling men seem to be particularly perfunctory.

After several inspections in the village a while ago, only a few families were infected with the disease. As long as they don't come out to harm others, they are safe.

But the situation is completely different now. The bandits will not show mercy to anyone. They will come when they say so and will not even give you a heads up in advance.

Besides, the yamen runners also said that the number of these bandits was astonishing. If they really entered the village, the men in the village would not be able to cope with them at all.

It's really a headache no matter how you think about it.

Although the villagers had never experienced such a thing, both the storytelling and the word of mouth of the older generation showed that the bandits were extremely cruel and could kill everyone in the village.

However, some people were optimistic and said confidently, "It is not certain that bandits will come to our village. If we live well, it is because we have a lot of land, but we cannot take these things away. If I were a bandit, the first place I would rob would definitely be Liujiawan. There are many people doing business in their village, so they must have a lot of money."

"You are a local bandit, so how can you know which family has money and which one doesn't?"

"Even if the bandits don't know, won't they ask around?"

"What is he asking about? They are all sheep waiting to be slaughtered. What difference does it make if they go first or later?"

All of a sudden, the villagers started arguing at once, each voice louder than the other, as if whoever spoke the louder had the right words.

The village chief was having a headache because of the noise and subconsciously looked at Yan Zhenshen, the most eye-catching person in the crowd.

Those who were confused and did not participate in the discussion were waiting for the village chief to make a decision. Now they followed the village chief's gaze and looked in Yan Zhenshen's direction.

This is a matter that concerns the lives of hundreds of people in the entire village. Yan Zhenshen doesn't think he has the ability to make decisions for everyone.

After all, who can guarantee that such a big undertaking will be foolproof? No matter whether it succeeds or not, I'm afraid it will not end well and being scolded is inevitable.

If this had happened in the past, Yan Zhenshen would have certainly remained silent and would not have bothered to get involved.

But this time, although Yan Zhenshen still felt that he didn't have that ability, it was still feasible to give some advice.

"Our village should be considered safe." After all, there is such a large mansion standing there in Beishan.

Not to mention how many servants there are, there are already forty or fifty personal guards of Marquis Zunyuan, all of whom have been on the battlefield. Their strength is countless times stronger than those mob of bandits.

Although it is nice to sit under a big tree and enjoy the shade, the village chief still did not dare to put the lives of all the villagers on the Beishan Mansion. After all, his gong was so loud that it shook the sky, but no one came to the Beishan Mansion.

So the villagers still have to patrol as they should, but they cannot slack off at all.

At this time, Lei Twelve, who was hiding in the dark and listening to the argument of the Anning villagers out of boredom, yawned and muttered to Lei Jiu beside him in a bored manner.

"How can a bunch of little bandits and a ragtag group of people scare people like this?"

If we go by headcount, the number of people in this village must be greater than that of the bandits. Even if we can't defeat them one on one, we can probably beat one and a half of them.

Lei Jiu rolled his eyes at him and said, "What a ridiculous thing to say. I don't know who can't even hold a knife when he goes to the battlefield for the first time."

Lei Twelve choked, then said angrily: "The knife was taller than me at that time, it was normal that I couldn't hold it steadily."

At least at such a young age he was facing a huge army, and he felt very proud that he could hold it in without peeing his pants.