Reborn in 1965, I can obtain resources just by sweeping the floor.

"You...you bunch of disloyal bastards, come back here! There are no ghosts in this world! We are staunch proletarian revolutionaries, staunch atheists, we are...ghosts..."

Seeing the guys take off running, Wang Fu shouted loudly.

He was standing there righteously lecturing the guys who had run away when suddenly Wang Fuji saw a deathly pale face appear before him, and then the face disappeared.

This time, Wang Fu stopped claiming to be a staunch atheist, cried out in surprise, rolled his eyes, and fainted on the ground.

Inside the space, Su Chen held a sphere wrapped in white cloth in his hand. A face was roughly drawn on the sphere with a pencil. After unwrapping the sphere, Su Chen casually put a large eggplant into his backpack.

"I hope this guy isn't scared to death."

Emerging from the spatial dimension, Su Chen strolled leisurely out of the courtyard. He glanced at Wang Fu lying on the ground, then at the few people peering around in the distance, and couldn't help but chuckle.

"What's wrong with him? Is he sick? If he is, we need to take him to the hospital right away."

Releasing his mental energy, Su Chen discovered that Wang Fu was merely unconscious and not in any life-threatening danger. He then warmly approached Wang Fu.

A few guys in the distance saw Su Chen approaching and their hearts were in their throats. After waiting for a while and finding that there was no danger, they cautiously walked over, emboldened by their courage.

Seeing the group of people looking around furtively, Su Chen was secretly delighted. "Let them run wild in the village, this is how I'll deal with them from now on."

"Comrade Xiao Su, look what's wrong with Director Wang. Has he lost his soul? I heard from the elders that there are mountain demons on the mountain behind our village that specialize in sucking people's souls."

"There are no ghosts in this world. They're just made up to fool children. How can you adults believe in that? Besides, aren't you fearless proletarian revolutionary fighters? Aren't you afraid of being reported? Director Zhang is just waiting to arrest bad elements like you who promote feudal superstition."

"Ah! Comrade Xiao Su, just pretend I didn't say anything, just pretend I farted. Then tell me, why hasn't Director Wang woken up yet?"

Recalling how Zhang Cuihua and Wang Fu had instructed them to keep an eye on the villagers' words and actions some time ago, he was so frightened that he immediately put on a fawning smile and bowed repeatedly to Su Chen.

“His condition is a seizure, which is commonly known as being scared to death. I have a way to wake him up, but I'm worried that Director Wang might cause me trouble when he wakes up.”

"No, no, Comrade Xiao Su, we can testify that you did this to save him, and we will absolutely not let Director Wang cause you any trouble."

At this moment, the villagers who heard the commotion in the street came out of their homes one after another. When they heard that Wang Fu had been frightened to death, they craned their necks and began to discuss it with schadenfreude.

"That's exactly what I wanted to hear," Su Chen said, grabbing Wang Fu by the collar and slapping him across the face several times with his other hand.

"Crack...crack...crack..."

The loud and clear sound echoed in people's ears. These days, the villagers had suffered a lot from Wang Fu's mischief, especially his chickens and ducks, which were all taken away by him under the pretense of cutting off the capitalist tail. Now, this sound made them feel extremely pleasant.

After being slapped more than a dozen times, Wang Fucai slowly opened his eyes.

"Ouch! What happened to me? Did you guys see that? I saw a head bobbing around in front of me, and my face hurts so much."

"Director Wang, you fainted just now. It was Comrade Xiao Su who revived you. We didn't see anything."

"That's right, Director Wang. There are no ghosts in this world. We are all staunch proletarian revolutionary fighters and staunch atheists. Any monsters or demons are just paper tigers in front of us."

"Why does my face hurt so much? It feels numb!"

"Uh, it was Comrade Xiao Su who treated you with a folk remedy just now, otherwise you would have been in danger. Director Wang, let's hurry to the village committee. We haven't asked Director Zhang for any new instructions from above yet."

Seeing Su Chen retreat to the outside of the crowd, everyone's hearts tightened. A voice rang in their minds at the same time: This kid is too ruthless. We must never offend him in the future. If he saves someone in this way one day, we will have nowhere to complain.

"Comrade Xiao Su, if you ask me, you shouldn't have saved that guy. But your method really works. If Director Wang has another episode, let me try it out."

Old Zhang's hatred for Wang Fu, which had just been stolen from him by four chicks, was beyond words. He wished Wang Fu had died on the spot. However, when he thought of the dozen or so slaps Su Chen had given him, he felt a great sense of satisfaction. He limped over to Su Chen and said with a grin.

"Uncle Zhang, if you like, next time, when Director Wang has an attack, you can take care of him."

"Alright, I'll practice hard when I get back, and I guarantee it'll cure the disease—no, I mean, it'll cure the disease with a slap."

Old Zhang happily went home to practice slapping, and the onlookers thought it was just a joke. But who knew that two days later Old Zhang would actually use it.

Seeing that there was no more excitement to be had, the crowd dispersed and went home.

"Xiao Chen, you've really offended Wang Fu this time. Be careful he doesn't retaliate against you later."

“Master, I offended him a long time ago. He’s held a grudge ever since we divided the meat last time. That guy deserves to be taught a lesson. He won’t behave unless he gets a good beating.”

Just as Su Chen returned to the courtyard, Hu Xingming also came back from outside and said something to him with a serious expression.

"Yes, you know that's all that matters. He's just living in this era. If it were wartime, he would have been buried long ago. Xiao Chen, remember this: being merciful to the enemy is being cruel to yourself. Sometimes bad people won't change because of your kindness; on the contrary, it will make them even more unscrupulous."

After saying this, Hu Xingming turned and went back to his room. He believed that Su Chen would understand his meaning without him having to say anything more.

……

"Village Chief Yang, Village Chief Yang, you'd better hurry and go check on things. The village committee is almost here in a taxi."

Yang Dazhuang, who had been busy all night, was fast asleep on the warm kang (a heated brick bed) when he was awakened by a series of urgent noises.

"Accountant Yang, what's going on? Who's fighting with whom?"

I groggily opened my eyes and saw that it was the village accountant.

“Zhang Cuihua and her group almost got into a fight with the villagers. Last night, Comrade Xiao Su shot and killed a few wild boars. People were thinking of cleaning the wild boars and eating them, but Zhang Cuihua came out to stop them, saying that now is the time for people to carry forward the spirit of hard work, frugality, unity and mutual assistance. She told us to hand over the wild boars to them, and they wanted to take them to the township.”

"Isn't this ridiculous? What right does Zhang Cuihua have to make such a decision? A few days ago, when we went hunting in the woods, she said the woods belong to the public, and everything in the woods belongs to the public. She said our hunting was undermining socialism, and all the game we hunted was confiscated. This time, the wild boar came into the village on its own..."

Upon hearing that Zhang Cuihua was going to take all the wild boars away, Yang Dazhuang was instantly wide awake. He jumped up from the kang (a heated brick bed), quickly dressed, and ran towards the village committee.

"Go and inform Comrade Xiao Su, after all, he was the one who shot and killed these wild boars."

As they approached the village committee, Yang Dazhuang seemed to remember something, turned to say something to Accountant Yang, and then stepped into the village committee compound.

At this moment, in the village committee, the two groups were staring at each other. Zhang Cuihua stood with her hands on her hips, looking defiant. When she saw Yang Dazhuang walk in from outside, Zhang Cuihua immediately started to criticize.

“Village Chief Yang, look at them now. They have no awareness at all. Now is the great era of grasping revolution and promoting production. They dare to disagree when we ask them to hand over this little bit of meat, saying that they also want to eat meat. What difference does it make when we eat meat? We must have the spirit of putting others before ourselves and enduring hardship before enjoying the sweetness.”