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Looking at the excited and flushed faces of the important figures, Ruan Mumu smiled and announced softly, "Grandpas, if you all have no objections to the matter of forming a village patrol team that I just mentioned, we will discuss it with you all at the village meeting tonight. However, we will rely on you all to take charge of tonight's meeting."

"I can't wait to share this good news with everyone right now," the village chief said with a smile.

"Oh dear, you beat me to it," Chief Yang said with a smile, sounding rather regretful.

Qiao Tinghao looked at Ruan Mumu, and at this moment she seemed to be shining, because her heart was full of these simple and honest villagers.

Ruan Mumu seemed to sense a gaze fixed on her. Following the gaze, she found it was her third brother staring at her. She smiled at him and said, "Brother, send out the agreement!"

Ruan Mumu's words immediately drew everyone's attention. "Does that mean we're signing the agreement now?" Everyone was somewhat surprised.

Ignoring the scrutinizing gazes of everyone, Ruan Mumu gestured for Qiao Tinghao to distribute the agreement in her hand. She had secretly retrieved it from her spatial storage on the way here, having spent over an hour working on it last night!

After everyone received the agreement, Qiao Tinghao read its contents aloud to everyone again.

"Now that you've signed the agreement, you'll all feel much more at ease, won't you?" Ruan Mumu said with a smile.

"Indeed, there are such concerns, haha..." the village chief readily admitted with a hearty laugh.

He worried for half the night, after all, it was hard for him to believe that such a young child would make such a big decision.

At this moment, he could see that everyone else was somewhat worried, so he wanted to use this to ease the awkward situation.

After Qiao Tinghao distributed the agreement to everyone, they were all dumbfounded. They looked at each other because the agreement in their hands was a printed version, and the font was one they had never seen before. They were even more curious about who could have written such small characters, but it did look very neat.

"Huh... what is this written? The words are so small, I can't see them clearly at all!" Everyone exclaimed in surprise, after all, they were all elderly people, and many of them had presbyopia.

At this moment, the village chief's reading glasses finally came in handy again.

The village chief smugly pulled a dark, murky box from his pocket, then took out a strange object from it. He broke it into two thin strips and placed them on the bridge of his nose, where two transparent pieces blocked his eyes.

"Hey... I can finally see it clearly now. The characters are written so neatly! This is a style of writing we've never seen before. Who is so talented that they can write so beautifully?" The village chief said proudly, his face beaming with a smile, as if showing off his discovery and knowledge.

"Hey Lao Tian, ​​what's that thing on your nose?" Chief Ruan couldn't contain his curiosity and couldn't help but ask.

The village chief didn't answer immediately; he stared intently at the agreement in his hands, seemingly absorbed in it. As he read carefully, he secretly admired the handwriting: "This handwriting is so comfortable to read!"

The agreement, printed on two pages, clearly outlined the specific plan for establishing the patrol team, including the three households she promised to support individually. Every detail was described in detail, making it easy to understand.

The village chief finally finished reading all the content and smiled, nodding to indicate that everything was correct.

Then, with a smile, she took off her glasses and carefully handed them to Chief Ruan beside her, then patiently taught him how to put them on correctly.

Chief Nguyen awkwardly took the glasses and put them on his nose.

"Hey... what kind of treasure is this? It's amazing how clear it is to see things through! Old Tian, ​​when did you get such a rare item? You used to always show off your good stuff, why are you hiding it so well this time? Are you afraid we'll come and steal it?" After putting on his reading glasses, Chief Ruan felt that the world had become brighter, and he started asking more questions.

The village chief, feeling a little embarrassed by what the clan chief said, scratched his head sheepishly and looked at the old men around him, saying, "This thing is called reading glasses. It's said that many older people experience some vision problems, and this thing is specially designed for us old folks. And let me tell you, it's really useful. Brother Ruan, you just said I like to show off like this. Did I really do that before?"

Everyone laughed when they saw the village chief about to get cocky again, and then nodded in unison.

"Old Ruan, have you finished watching? Is it my turn?" Sitting next to Chief Ruan, Chief Yang couldn't wait to see this new thing and urged him impatiently.

After carefully reading the agreement, Chief Ruan reluctantly took off his reading glasses and solemnly handed them to Chief Yang as if passing on some important treasure.

Like Chief Ruan, Chief Yang carefully put on his glasses and then carefully read the agreement to make sure that the contents of the agreement were exactly the same as what Qiao Tinghao had just read.

The eight people in the circle took turns putting on their reading glasses and reading the agreement, and all said there were no problems.

Then, Ruan Mumu took a water-based pen and solemnly signed her name in the "Party A" position on the agreement in her hand.

After signing, Ruan Mumu smiled and said to everyone, "Since there are no problems, please sign your names in the 'Party B' section of the agreement!" After saying that, she passed the agreement in her hand to the village chief next to her, and handed him a pen as well.

Everyone was drawn to the water-based pen that Ruan Mumu handed out. Apart from the village chief who had already seen it last night, everyone wanted to touch it.

Seeing everyone's curious expressions, Ruan Mumu generously took out eight water-based pens from her sleeve and gave one to each of them, asking them to sign their respective agreements in the "Party B" position. They took turns signing all nine agreements in this way.

"This pen is quite convenient! It's just that I'm not used to it yet, and it feels very different from using a calligraphy brush!" Chief Yang carefully examined the water-based pen in his hand and exclaimed.

Others echoed this sentiment.

"Let's keep these water-based pens as souvenirs for all of you grandfathers! They'll be very convenient if you need a pen when you're out running errands," Ruan Mumu said with a smile.

Her words made these old men, whose combined age was several hundred years, as happy as children receiving candy.