Who wants to take the civil service exam after being reborn?

Chapter 677 The County Town's "Swords, Guns, and Cannons"

On the way to the "place of the argument," Chen Zhe also listened to Mao Xintong talk about this neighbor.

In fact, most people in Qingxi Village, Dongyuan County, are surnamed Mao. This neighboring family, whose surname is "Shi", is said to have come here as refugees.

Of course, it's too long ago to know what kind of hardship she escaped.

Anyway, when they settled down, life was very difficult. They often didn't know where their next meal would come from. Their neighbors helped them a lot, and they finally got through the most difficult period.

But no one expected that after the Shi family's life improved a little, instead of being grateful, they started to take advantage of their neighbors because of their large family size.

I borrowed a piece of land from the landlord today to farm, but he hasn't returned it yet;

Tomorrow, they occupied a fishpond belonging to the neighbor to the west, and in the end, they simply claimed it as their own.

At first, the elderly people in the village could say a few words to them, but the family knew they were in the wrong and had no choice but to pay back the money.

But later, when their six sons... yes, six sons gradually grew up, no one in the village could keep them in check.

Especially his six sons, who probably suffered a lot when they were young, have all made something of themselves now.

One ran a digging and sand mining business, another went into the car rental business, one became a contractor, one passed the civil service exam for the county government, and the other became a policeman at the town's police station.

The youngest son didn't have a proper job; he either rode motorcycles with a bunch of thugs or helped his parents bully the neighbors.

Most of the land grabbing and pond seizure were done by this youngest son.

"No wonder no one can control it."

Chen thought to himself.

Earthwork, vehicle rental, and contractors are one thing, but there are also civil servants and police officers covering for them, and they're even brothers. This is a typical "county town gang" combination.

Not to mention that no one in the village can control them, in Dongyuan County, as long as they don't offend those "Brahmins," they can basically run rampant.

In another eight or ten years, once the civil servants and police officers have gained some seniority, this whole family will begin to transform into a complex of "swords, guns, cannons, and Brahmins."

When Mao Xintong finished speaking, Chen Zhe finally began to remember her.

When I was in graduate school, I think I heard that there was a big fight between my hometown neighbors, and Chen Peisong, the deputy director of the Luhu Subdistrict Office at the time, came back personally and used his connections to resolve the matter.

Old Chen is a deputy director, and in Dongyuan, he can still speak with the county leaders.

However, this "solution" should not be about resolving the family's problems, but rather about mediating the conflict.

From then on, they also knew that the Mao family had connections in the provincial capital. Although they dared not provoke them anymore, they would continue to take advantage of other neighbors.

Because the matter was resolved so quickly back then, it didn't leave a deep impression on Chen Zhe's mind. But since he happened to come across it today, Chen Zhe thought it wouldn't hurt to take a look.

At this point, Committee Member Chen did not intend to use his power to intimidate others.

Of the more than 2800 districts and counties across the country, the number of "county town Brahmins" and "county town swords and cannons" is countless.

Because county-level social circles are relatively closed, resources in various industries are easily monopolized across generations.

Secondly, the rule of law supervision in county-level areas is relatively weak, and the boundaries of market rules are easily blurred, which in turn creates a gray area.

However, Chen Zhe's main purpose in coming back this time was to take his maternal grandparents to celebrate the New Year. He didn't care about such trivial matters or these people.

"County-level weapons and cannons" are nothing!

Do you know what "Dragon, Tiger and Leopard of the Provincial Capital" means?

The difference between the two is that "swords, guns, and cannons" often break the rules, while "dragons, tigers, and leopards" make the rules.

In terms of the application of "power," they are not even on the same level.

……

After walking another hundred meters or so, the sounds of arguing became clearer. Turning a corner past a reed bed, a fishpond teeming with fishing nets suddenly appeared before us. Two elderly women were pointing fingers and shouting insults at each other. The older one was Chen's maternal grandmother, and the other must have been "Knife, Gun, and Cannon's" mother.

Behind each side stood their respective "generals".

My maternal grandmother's side is my eldest uncle. Empress Dowager Mao was not short, and my eldest uncle is about 1.78 meters tall. Moreover, due to years of hard work, he looks quite robust.

Across from him is that good-for-nothing youngest son, I heard his name is Shi Zuobiao.

Although he wasn't as robust as his uncle Chen, he was exceptionally quick-witted. His barrage of veiled and scathing arguments often left his uncle speechless, his face flushed and unable to utter a single word.

"Shameless! You've taken over someone else's fishpond, and you still have the nerve to say that..."

Mao Erjie, who only knew how to sneak snacks at the provincial capital company, suddenly unleashed the blood of the Mao family.

Chen felt a gust of wind blow past him, and Mao Xintong had already rushed to the front.

There were also two henchmen next to Shi Zuobiao. When they saw their boss being scolded, they immediately stepped in and responded with foul language.

When Grandma first saw Mao Xintong, she was happy that another new force for arguing had arrived.

But when she saw Chen Zhe, she immediately became unhappy again. Her grandmother scolded her with a stern face, "What are you doing here? Go back!"

Seeing that Chen hadn't moved, the grandmother hesitated for a moment, but surprisingly let the other woman go.

She walked over to Chen Zhe, grabbed her grandson and tried to leave, scolding her grandfather as she did so: "Chen Zhe is still in school, what are you doing bringing him here? Are you senile?!"

My grandmother's hands were very rough, like sandpaper.

But in her eyes, Chen Zhe will always be that fair-skinned, high-achieving grandson who grew up in a big city and whose daughter Mao Xiaoqin can't help but be proud of whenever she talks about him.

So, these sticky arguments, like the silt at the bottom of a pond, shouldn't get on this grandson.

For the first time, Chen felt a deeper appreciation for the love he had for this little old lady.

Of course, a maternal grandmother loves her biological grandson more, but can you say she doesn't like her maternal grandson?
"Grandma, let's go!"

Chen grasped the old lady's rough hand and prepared to lead her home.

However, in the countryside, if someone leaves halfway through an argument, it's like "abandoning a pawn and admitting defeat," and Shi Zuobiao was about to chase after him, feeling quite smug.

Suddenly everything went dark, and a man with a buzz cut stepped in front of him to block his path.

He stood upright like a pine tree, his silent presence like a solid wall, his gaze coldly fixed on Shi Zuobiao, as if he were about to strike at any moment.

This is not the bluffing ruthlessness of street thugs at all.

Rather, it is the composure that comes from being truly tempered in the military.

Shi Zuobiao didn't dare to stand up to him directly.

He looked up and saw that the young man wearing a casual Nike hoodie had also turned his head.

The wind rustled the withered reeds, and the Wanlv Lake rippled, its once clear surface turning into an unfathomable dark green.

The young man suddenly smiled at him.

Shi Zuobiao was stunned for a moment.

This smile, seemingly gentle, is devoid of emotion, as if stripped of all human warmth, leaving only a carefully crafted mask.

He had never seen a smile like that in his entire life.

Of course he had never seen it.

The weapons and cannons of a small county town are not even worth seeing.

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(That's all for tonight, goodnight everyone.)
(End of this chapter)