Rebirth in 1958: Getting rich starts from Nanluoguxiang

"What?" The remaining few people shouted in surprise.

"Remove the clan leader?"

The old man said seriously,

"Yes, I want to remove him as the clan leader!"

No one spoke. Qin Qingnian covered his head and sat in the chair. This matter had become a big deal. The Qin family's ancestral hall had been established for more than three hundred years, and this kind of thing had never happened before. If this were to spread out, it would probably be a joke among the neighbors.

As for whether the clan leader can be removed, the old man does have this right, because of his seniority. As long as he proposes it and the whole clan agrees, the clan leader can be removed and replaced by someone else. But can the whole clan agree to this proposal?

No one knew for sure. After all, Qin Qingrong's position as the clan leader was already deeply rooted, and the villagers were used to it.

The old man stood up.

"If you don't ring the bell, I will!"

This is also a rule in Qinjiagou. Whenever the bell rings, all villagers, regardless of gender or age, must gather in the courtyard in front of the ancestral hall. This means something big is happening...

Qin Qingnian struggled to stand up, looking at the old man with a terrified face.

"Uncle Qi, please think about it again. This is no small matter. If it gets out, people from other villages will laugh at us to death."

The old man said seriously,

"If we don't let Qingyou be buried in the ancestral tomb, it will be a joke if the news gets out. People will say that our Qin family has no humanity at all."

Qin Qingnian saw that the old man had made up his mind, so he could only sigh and said to Qin Qingjun,

"Please try to persuade Uncle Seven again, I'll go ring the bell..."

Qin Qingjun nodded. He was very excited because if Qin Qingrong was dismissed as the clan leader, then he would be the most likely to become the clan leader.

Qin Qingrong had no idea about all this. He was drunk and staggered back home to sleep.

After more than half an hour, the bronze bell hanging on the tree in the ancestral hall was struck, and the melodious and clear sound of the bell spread throughout the village.

The villagers who heard the bell all walked towards the ancestral hall.

Qin Qingrong was sleeping soundly, snoring like thunder. His wife came in from outside and saw that Qin Qingrong was snoring. She hurried over to shake him.

"Boss, boss, wake up quickly, wake up quickly, something big has happened..."

Qin Qingrong was woken up in a daze. He opened his eyes and saw that it was his wife. He raised his hand and slapped her.

"Are you blind? Can't you see I'm sleeping? Is it because I haven't beaten you in a few days that you don't know the directions?"

His wife was slapped in the face for no apparent reason and then scolded. She turned around and walked out of the house in anger. She was too lazy to pay attention to this nonsensical person.

Qin Qingrong turned over, yawned, and wanted to continue sleeping, but suddenly he sat up.

He listened carefully and heard the melodious sound of bells. His brows furrowed. He quickly put on his clothes and shoes and ran towards the ancestral hall...

In just a short while, hundreds of people from Qinjiagou arrived at the yard in front of the ancestral hall. Most of them were working in the fields, so when they heard the bell, they put down their work and came over in groups of three or two.

Everyone stood in the yard and talked about it.

"Why is the bell ringing? What's going on?"

"Isn't it? It seems like it's been five or six years since I last knocked on the door. What's the big deal?"

"What could be the problem? Are you going to distribute relief food?"

"Oh? Don't tell me, it's really possible."

"That's great. Every day, I eat wild vegetable balls, which makes it difficult for me to poop. I have to use a stick to dig it out.

"So after you're done, do you still have to rub it?"

"Get the hell out of here! You're just pissing me off because I'm fingering my asshole."

None of the villagers knew the purpose of today's meeting, and they were all whispering to each other. The whole yard was filled with a buzzing sound.

At this time, six people walked out of the ancestral hall one after another. The one walking in front was Old Man Qin, followed by Qin Qingjun and others.

Qin Qingnian limped and walked at the back. When the old man came out, greetings rang out in the yard.

"Seventh Uncle." "Seventh Grandfather," "Great Grandfather,"

There was a sudden noise, and a few discerning young men ran into the ancestral hall and took out a few chairs. The old man sat upright in the middle.

At this time, the two old men who had just returned came over and asked in confusion,

"Uncle Qi, what kind of meeting is this? Why didn't you inform us in advance?"

The old man sneered,

"Do I need to greet you guys for what I'm doing?"

When the two old men heard this, they sighed secretly. They didn't dare to talk back, so they could only nod and beg for mercy.

The old man nodded at Qin Qingjun, and Qin Qingjun stood up.

"Stop arguing, let's start the meeting now. Uncle Seven will preside over this meeting."

His voice was so loud that the villagers standing in front heard it and stopped talking. The people behind did not dare to speak either when they saw that the people in front were silent. For a moment, the yard became quiet.

Qin Qingjun looked up and said,

"Everyone, be quiet, everyone, be quiet, let Uncle Qi speak next."

The old man stood up and took out his pipe. Qin Qingjun quickly lit it. He took two puffs and then said that today was the day for our clan to hold a meeting. There was only one thing to do, which was to change the clan leader!

"What?"

The villagers present were all surprised and shouted. The old man pressed his hand down, meaning to be quiet.

The villagers quickly shut up. This was a big deal, as they wanted to remove the chief.

Everyone listened carefully, afraid of missing a word.

The old man continued,

Our Qin family has lived here for more than three hundred years. Our ancestors have produced many high-ranking officials, and it is our ancestors who have blessed this land of our Qin family.

"I originally came here today to discuss something with Qin Qingrong, about my eldest son Qin Qingyou," the old man's voice became hoarse.

"My son died together with the saboteurs in the factory to protect the safety of state property. My son sacrificed his life. The factory and the government said he was a hero. I thought, since he is a hero, he is the pride of our Qin family.

I discussed with Qin Qingrong and asked him to place my son's spirit tablet on the altar in the ancestral hall. I believe that the ancestors would be very happy to see their descendants become heroes and role models for future generations..."

"But Qin Qingrong refused to allow my son to enter the ancestral tomb and offer sacrifices. I don't understand. Our Qin family has only been around for over 300 years, and my son, a hero, can't even enter the ancestral tomb.

Since Qin Qingrong is unfair in his work, I have decided, as the elder of our Qin family, to remove Qin Qingrong as the clan leader and replace him with someone who is fair and impartial to preside over all matters in the clan.

As soon as the old man finished speaking, the villagers started talking. At this time, a voice outside the crowd shouted,

"I disagree..."