The daily life of a space tycoon raising children, doting on his husband, and farming.

Chapter 90 Don't Crowd

Dan Dajun was speechless. How did this suddenly involve him?
The other officials looked at Shan Dajun.

The money was split among the brothers, and they couldn't possibly return the money they had taken. According to the rules, they should stand on Qin Lizheng's side.

However, they all knew about Lord An's private conversation with Shang Wan's family. If they offended the two of them, they might go to Lord An and badmouth them, which would be a loss.

Shan Dajun said, "Is there any need to hesitate?"

If you have a long-term vision, you'll be more likely to receive more favors if you keep your job.

Facing the gazes of the crowd, he said in a deep voice, "The lord is indeed aware of this matter."

With that final decision, Qin Lizheng staggered in disbelief, staring at Shan Dajun in astonishment.

Those eyes clearly said: You accepted bribes!

Dan Dajun touched his nose. When he took the money, the old man didn't say that he was going to deal with Lu Xiucai's family.

Someone like Old Man Qin could be easily defeated by a thousand of them by one of the Shang family's wives. Why bother with such a scourge?

Isn't this like the God of Longevity hanging himself—courting death?

Qin Lizheng pursed his lips and racked his brains for a solution, but Lu Chengjing didn't give him that time and presented Qin Lizheng with a choice as well.

"What method does the village head think should be used to distribute this disaster relief grain?"

Upon hearing this question, Qin Lizheng's face turned pale and then red. Under everyone's gaze, he hesitated for a long time before finally uttering, "Since there was an agreement beforehand, it will naturally be distributed according to the method of 'paying points according to labor'."

The villagers cheered, but the Lin family members looked ashen-faced. Village Chief Lin stared at Qin, the village head, "Qin..."

Before he could even finish speaking, he was met with an angry glare from Qin Lizheng.

If Village Chief Lin hadn't failed to find out the truth, how could he have lost all his authority today, allowing a mere child to show off his power?

He shouldn't have gotten involved in this matter!
Seeing Village Chief Lin get the short end of the stick, Old Man Wu's face broke into a smile. He called out to the villagers, "Don't worry, everyone. Go back and get the grain storage containers. The officers are watching over us; the grain won't get away."

The villagers agreed, and each family sent someone back to retrieve their grain containers. Soon, the crowd had thinned to less than half.

Seeing that none of her family members had touched the grain, Chen Guifang said anxiously, "Mother, according to the rules, we should also get some. Let's go back and get some things to pack the grain."

She doesn't know when her husband will wake up, so having more food would be good.

This clause was discussed and proposed by Lu Chengjing, Old Man Wu, and others specifically to take care of the widowed, or those with little or no labor force in the village.

It's like setting a basic safety net. There are people who help the village with their work, and those who put in the labor get an additional amount based on how much they contribute.

"What's the rush?" Liu glared at her second son's wife, then reluctantly reached out and poked Lin Jianshan hard in the lower back, while constantly giving Qin the village head a meaningful look.

They sent those gifts, but nothing came of it, so they just let it go?
Lin Jianshan was also furious. He thought that with Qin, the village head, invited and the officials bribed, distributing the grain would be a sure thing. Who knew that Lu Xiucai had such a trick up his sleeve, using the prefect as a backer.

Judging from Qin Lizheng's current attitude, it seems he really intends to distribute the money according to the "work points" method.

He immediately said to Chen Guifang, "Sister-in-law, go to your house and bring back those two rice sacks."

Chen Guifang agreed and hurriedly ran home, afraid that the grain would be distributed if she was late.

Li Dashan moved a long wooden table out of the shed, the height of which was just right for Lu Chengjing to do the accounting while sitting in his wheelchair.

Xiao Huan ran home and brought Lu Chengjing's usual pen and ink. Lu Chengjing then calculated how much grain each family needed from the ledger according to the amount of disaster relief grain.

He didn't even need to use the abacus that Wu Mingli had specially brought. He glanced at the points recorded in the ledger, did the mental calculation in an instant, and wrote down the corresponding amount of grain he had received almost without pausing.

Several village elders, including Old Man Wu, gathered around to watch. Some were doing mental arithmetic, while others were counting on their fingers. Often, before they could even finish one calculation, Lu Chengjing had already finished the next page.

The group was secretly astonished. With such speed and accuracy, the scholar hadn't made a single mistake in their calculations. A scholar was indeed a scholar; with this skill, even if he couldn't become an official, he could easily make a living as an accountant.

Qin Lizheng glanced sideways, gave a disdainful snort, and winked at Village Chief Lin. The two of them walked away to talk.

While teaching Yuanyuan to speak, Shang Wan overheard the conversation between the two people in the distance.

Although the two tried to keep their voices down, it did not prevent Shang Wan from hearing them clearly.

How to control them?
Shang Wan's eyes darkened as she continued listening, but the two didn't reveal the specific method. They quickly ended their conversation and returned.

Both of them looked better than before. Qin Lizheng then excused himself, saying he had something to attend to at home, and took his leave from Shan Dajun and the others.

Dan Dajun nodded with a stern face, looking as if he didn't want to get too involved with Qin Lizheng.

Qin Li smiled outwardly, but inwardly he was cursing Shan Dajun's ancestors for eighteen generations.

The villagers returned one after another, and Zhang Da and the others helped maintain order.

"Line up properly, don't push!"

"Each person receives their own food rations; no one can collect them on their behalf."

"The scholar has already calculated everything, no one will be left out, don't rush, come one by one."

Under the arrangement of several village elders, Zhang Er and a few others with loud voices were responsible for chanting and reciting, while Aunt Zhou and Aunt Yao took the lead, along with two other aunties from the village, to help weigh the grain according to the amount chanted and recited.

Seeing that the villagers had completely forgotten about him as the village chief and had spontaneously organized themselves, Village Chief Lin's face turned as black as the bottom of a pot, as if a layer of ash could be scraped off.

He winked at Liu, who understood and clamored to squeeze over to help weigh the grain.

Aunt Zhou rolled her eyes at her, "Oh, we wouldn't dare trouble you. You'll only get tired and then blame us. You should just go cool off somewhere else."

"What are you talking about?" Liu forced her way forward to take the rice scoop. "Come on, make room for me."

"We have enough manpower." Aunt Yao stepped aside to block Liu from touching her.

Seeing this, the other two aunts exchanged glances and together invited Liu out.

Liu was so angry that her hair almost stood on end, and she put her hands on her hips, ready to curse.

Xiao Huan coughed and said quietly, "The police are all watching. Anyone who dares to cause trouble when distributing relief grain is caught red-handed. Those knives aren't just for show. I heard that killing troublemakers can earn you credit when you get back."

Now that the grain sacks have been opened, things are different from when we were arguing earlier. Now that things are in chaos, Shan Dajun and his group won't just stand by and watch.

Upon hearing this, Liu instinctively shut her mouth and turned to look at where Shan Dajun and the others were standing.

Upon seeing the official knives slung at the waists of the group, his impulse to throw a tantrum vanished instantly.

She walked back to Village Chief Lin with a sheepish look on her face and whispered, "Boss, we don't need any more manpower."

Village Chief Lin glanced at her and said, "The second son needs someone by his side. You take the second son's wife home first."

Liu hesitated: "The grain..."

Village Chief Lin said coldly, "Go home!"

Liu dared not ask any more questions and pulled Chen Guifang away.

Looking over from Shang Wanchao's side, he saw Village Chief Lin's sinister and calculating eyes.

A provocative smile curled at the corner of her lips; it's still uncertain who's scheming against whom!

Another chapter is stuck. I haven't written anything, so why is it stuck? Speechless... I wonder when it will be approved.
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