Rebirth in 1958: Getting rich starts from Nanluoguxiang

Following the sound, the villagers all turned around and saw Qin Qingrong running towards them with sweat all over his forehead.

The villagers made a passage for him to pass through. Qin Qingrong lost one of his shoes. He ran and shouted,

"I disagree..."

The old man looked at him coldly.

"You don't agree? No one asked for your opinion. As the only elder in our clan, since you, Qin Qingrong, are unfair, I will replace you with someone else as the clan leader!"

Qin Qingrong was panting heavily. He didn't dare to look into the old man's eyes. He whispered,

"Uncle Qi, we have something to discuss. What are you doing?"

The old man glanced at him and saw that he was sweating profusely from anxiety. He couldn't help but smile disdainfully.

"Since your father, your branch has always been the patriarch. I didn't say anything. As for the shit you and your father did, I won't go into details.

Today, let's talk about why you won't let my son enter the ancestral tomb? And why won't you let my son's spirit tablet be placed on the altar?"

Qin Qingrong looked back at the villagers. They were all talking in low voices, saying all sorts of things, but what he heard was that many people agreed with the old man's opinion.

Qin Qingrong never expected that the old man would disregard the Qin family's reputation and replace him as the patriarch, so he panicked.

Qin Qingrong knew that if he lost today and was no longer the clan leader, he and his family would never be able to raise their heads in Qinjiagou again.

Even if he wins, no one in the village will listen to him anymore. This is a losing business no matter how you look at it. Unfortunately, he has no control over the beginning and the end.

But he also knew that today's situation was purely his own fault. Qin Qingrong also regretted it. If he had agreed to the old man just now, nothing would have happened. It had nothing to do with him anyway. But now, he has angered the only elder in the clan with the highest seniority. He will be in big trouble.

"Uncle Qi, don't you just want Qingyou's spirit tablet to be placed on the altar? I agree with this, isn't it enough for me to agree?"

"No!" the old man said firmly.

"It's too late for you to say this now. What you've done makes you unfit to be a clan leader!"

Qin Qingrong was so angry that he suddenly looked up and stared at the old man.

"Uncle Qi, please don't go too far. I've already promised you. If you still want to do this..."

The old man pounded the stick in his hand.

"I'm going to do this, what can you do?"

Qin Qingrong sneered,

"I can't do anything about it, but changing the clan leader isn't something you can do as an elder. It requires the consent of all clan members."

"Good!" the old man shouted.

"Everyone, be quiet. I want to ask you, is it okay for me to propose a change of clan leader?"

Many people shouted,

"If Grandpa Qi says it's okay, then it's okay."

"Yes, Seventh Master is the most fair. We all belong to Seventh Master..."

Qin Qingrong's face turned pale and blue, and he turned around and shouted,

"Shut the fuck up! Changing the clan leader is no joke. I'm telling you, without me, you'll all starve!"

The villagers were silent for a moment. Should the team leader be replaced? Actually, it had little to do with them, but hunger was related to everyone's interests.

Qin Qingjun said,

"Qin Qingrong, if you become the team leader, will the people in Qinjiagou not go hungry? Fine, if you let us have a full meal now, we will ask Uncle Qi not to replace the clan leader!"

Qin Qingrong stopped talking for a moment. He couldn't provide a full meal for the whole village. They themselves couldn't even get enough to eat, so how could they afford it?

"Seventh Uncle, if I can't be the clan leader, then neither can anyone else. Who can give the villagers a full meal now? Are you kidding me?"

The old man pounded his stick.

"I can keep the villagers from going hungry..."

Qin Qingrong smiled.

"Uncle Qi, are you getting senile? No matter how capable your eldest grandson is, can he really feed the four hundred people in the village?"

The old man looked at him and tried hard not to tell him about growing crops in the mountains. After all, it was a secret. If the commune knew about it, it would be a disaster. It would be called digging into the corners of socialism.

He turned to the villagers and said,

"I, Qin Laoqi, have lived an upright life. I have never schemed against others, let alone harmed them. As an elder in the clan, I hope that everyone in the clan will be well and that everyone has enough to eat..."

The old man became more and more excited as he spoke.

"It's a drought now. Even the wells in the village have dried up, not to mention the crops in the fields. We shouldn't be talking about these things at this time, but Qin Qingrong is too selfish. He does things by any means necessary. He's not doing this for the good of the whole village. He's just doing it for himself..."

Qin Qingrong interrupted the old man.

"Uncle Qi, you need to have a basis for what you say. When did I ever do anything unscrupulous? When did I ever become selfish? Everything I do is for everyone!"

He no longer cared about respect or not, and directly criticized the old man.

"It is you, old man, who disregards the clan's rules and only thinks about yourself!"

Before the old man could speak, Qin Qingjun spoke.

"Qingrong, everyone here is a Qin family member, we are all brothers and sisters, who doesn't know each other? Who are you, Qin Qingrong? Everyone knows it very well.

"After all these years, tell me, what have you and Third Grandpa done for our clan? But Seventh Uncle is different. A few months ago, Dazhu and the others went into the mountains to hunt, and it was Dabao who contacted the factory in the city to exchange some food for us, which allowed us to hold on until now. What about you? What have you done?"

Qin Qingrong sneered,

"What did I do? What did I do? Do I need to report everything I did to you one by one? Qin Qingjun, I know your little thoughts. If I don't become the patriarch, it will be your turn. That's why you care so much! You are using Uncle Seven to plot and scheme!"

Qin Qingrong was a shrewd man after all. He didn't dare to say anything to the old man. Qin Qingjun's interruption gave him an opportunity to take advantage of.

He turned the gun and fired directly at Qin Qingjun. Qin Qingjun was an honest man. When it came to talking, how could he be Qin Xiurong's match?

Qin Qingrong was speechless after hearing these two words. Then one of the villagers shouted,

"Grandpa Qi, you always say we need to change the clan leader. Who should we change? Uncle Qingfu?" As soon as these words came out, the villagers started talking again. If the old man proposed that Qin Qingfu be the clan leader, then he had selfish motives. This question was quite vicious.

The old man saw that it was Qin Baoben. This Qin Baoben was the scoundrel who had forced his family to borrow grain some time ago. This really proved the old saying: a little bit of rice is a favor, a peck of rice is a grudge...

The old man looked at Qin Baoben and said,

"So you agree to change the clan leader?"

Qin Baoben chuckled,

"Seventh Grandpa, we don't care who becomes the clan leader. We will accept whoever can make our lives better!"

Qin Qingrong glanced at Qin Baoben. It was he who instigated Qin Baoben to borrow grain from the old man last time. As a result, Dabao came back and beat up all those people. Qin Baoben and Qin Laoqi and others went to the reservoir to do hard labor for two months. As a result, Qin Baoben hated Qin Qingrong. The two families had no contact since then. They didn't even say hello when they met. What happened today?

Qin Qingrong was still wondering, Qin Baoben was obviously speaking on his side, this was new.

He glanced at the crowd again and found that Qin Laoqi and his wife were standing behind Qin Baoben. They looked at the master with hatred in their eyes...