The boss is coming, the scumbag is going to be in trouble

The first thing the old village chief saw when he entered the house was Zhao Hongzhi's clothes. His heart tightened, and then he saw the scars on Zhao Hongzhi's body.

He was shocked, but he didn't say it out loud.

He suppressed his urge to bully Fei Le and said, "Since you rescued him, take good care of him. Once he's better, let him leave."

"Okay." Fila suppressed his reluctance and answered in a low voice.

"You are the only one in your family. It's not convenient for him, a man, to live in your house." The old village chief was also young once. He knew Feile's thoughts well, but he reminded him with concern.

Feile did not refute the old village chief's words. She agreed to everything he said.

After the old village chief left, Fila carefully wiped Zhao Hongzhi clean, then took out his treasure and carefully poured it on Zhao Hongzhi's wound.

"This is my most precious treasure. I usually don't let anyone else use it. You are lucky to have it."

A gleam of light flashed in Zhao Hongzhi's eyes when he heard this.

On the way back, the old village chief met Xihe. Xihe saw him and asked in a low voice: "Uncle village chief, have you seen that man?"

The old village chief sighed and said softly, "I see, there's something wrong with his identity."

"Is he a bandit?"

"No, he should be a noble young man from a wealthy family." The old village chief said as he walked.

"The enemies of people like them will never let him go. If they catch up to us and we know their purpose, they will definitely not let us go." Xihe said in a low voice.

The old village chief was shocked. Yes! Those people would definitely not spread what they did.

By then, I'm afraid no one in their village, young or old, will survive.

Go, go quickly, they can't stay here.

When his eyes fell on the crops in the fields, his steps stopped involuntarily.

That was the result of their hard work for a year, he couldn't just ignore it.

Xihe understood what he meant and said nothing. She just raised her finger towards the field.

When Xihe returned home, Fan Xiulan came up to him and said with a smile, "Mom, did Xiaole really find a handsome injured man?"

"Yeah." Xihe nodded with a smile.

"Xiao Le is so careless. She dared to save a stranger. Not only did she save him, but she also brought him home..."

Xihe listened to the little girl's chatter and a smile appeared on his face.

Right! This is how a normal little girl thinks.

There is a big problem with Fila. What she does is simply not what a woman of this era should do.

The next morning, someone ran into the village chief's house and shouted, "Village chief, village chief, something big has happened..."

The old village chief dropped the cake in his hand when he heard this. He had not slept well all night because of what happened yesterday, and now he could hardly bear the shouting outside.

"What's the matter?" The old village chief responded in a raised voice.

"Village chief, village chief, the crops in the fields...the crops in the fields are ripe..."

"What? What did you say?"

The old village chief even suspected that he was sleepy, how could he hear such an outrageous thing.

"Village chief, please go and take a look!" The people outside couldn't see the village chief for a long time, so he kept urging him loudly.

"Stop crying, I'll be there right away." The old village chief was supported by his son and walked out of the yard. Before he arrived, he saw ripe crops.

The golden wheat waves sway gently in the breeze, and the ripe crops indicate that it is another harvest season.

After he was surprised, a surprised smile appeared on his face.

"This is God's blessing on these poor people!" He whispered with emotion, and a warm feeling rose in his heart.

Then he knelt on the ground and kowtowed deeply to the sky several times.

After he was helped up by his son, he told the stone, "Go tell everyone to prepare for the harvest!"

"Yes, Dad." After Shitou sent the old village chief home, he hurried to inform others.

Soon, every family had harvested their crops, and the people sent by the village chief also returned.

"Uncle, we found a place suitable for living on the other side of the mountain."

"There's also a spring there, and the best part is there's only one exit."

"Shi Tou, go and notify the able-bodied laborers in every household in the village to have a meeting in the ancestral hall tonight." The old village chief took a puff of his cigarette and gave the order.

"Okay." Shitou also knew what happened in the village, and he knew the importance of the matter.

At night, inside the ancestral hall.

Men from every household appeared in the ancestral hall. They all looked at the old village chief at the top, waiting for him to speak.

The old village chief pretended to cough and then told everyone everything.

Everyone got anxious when they heard this. Someone with a quick temper shouted, "Village Chief, we trust you. We'll do whatever you say."

"Yes, we will all listen to you." Then, other villagers echoed, their voices full of trust.

The old village chief glanced at the expectant faces, his tone filled with promise and comfort: "Don't worry, everything I do is for everyone's good, and I will never let you come to any harm."

Then he told everyone his ideas one by one, and everyone's eyes lit up when they heard the village chief's words.

Because they have to climb mountains to get water here, now that there is such a large piece of land and springs, they are willing to go.

"When you go back, tell your family quietly." The old village chief instructed, with a hint of seriousness and caution in his voice.

"Yes, village chief." Everyone answered in unison.

"Remember, this matter is very important. Be careful when telling them and don't let the news leak out." The old village chief emphasized again, his eyes sweeping across everyone's face seriously.

"We understand, Village Chief. Don't worry, we will definitely get it done." The villagers assured in unison.

The old village chief nodded and waved his hand to signal them to hurry up and do it.

After everyone returned home, they asked the family members to carry the children and pack their things.

Next door to Fila's house, Aunt Li stood in front of her door, looking at Fila's house through the half-open door.

She frowned, her heart filled with pity, and asked softly to her husband Fan Dashu beside her: "Her father, are we really not going to tell Xiaole?" There was a hint of concern in her voice.

Fan Dashu's face showed obvious irritation. He shook his head and answered firmly: "No notice."

"And notify her? All these messes are caused by her." Fan Dashu's tone was full of complaints. If it weren't for her, the whole village wouldn't have to be like this.

Upon hearing this, Aunt Lin looked at the child beside her and swallowed the words in her mouth.

Then when they packed up their things, they were very careful not to disturb Fila next door.