I couldn't take it anymore; when I went home for Chinese New Year, the family genealogy book ha

"What are we going to do?! What are we going to do?!"

Jiang Shitou was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan, pacing back and forth in his spacious and bright new tile-roofed house.

His nearly two-meter height made the lights in the room flicker.

He witnessed the "work competition" that had erupted in the village to get his name included in the family genealogy, and he was anxious about it.

Jiang Youfu got up in the middle of the night to stew chicken soup as a filial gesture to the elderly. He was not good with words and was afraid of frightening the old folks when he delivered it.

Hu Lahua sweeps the streets at three in the morning, making them shinier than a mirror. He wanted to do it too, but the brooms at home broke as soon as he tried to use them.

Seven or eight men fought tooth and nail to get a light bulb replaced at the village entrance.

Jiang Shitou is strong, but he's slow-witted and even less articulate.

Seeing everyone trying their best to show off, he was so anxious that he kept pulling at his shiny bald head.

"No way! I can't let Brother Chen down!"

Jiang Shitou slapped his thigh. He owed his life to Jiang Chen and received the most dividends. He couldn't fall behind others at a time like this.

But what can he do?

He scratched his head and wandered around the room for a while before finally fixing his gaze on a few large red and blue plastic buckets and a brand-new stiff-bristled brush in the corner.

He had just bought it a couple of days ago, intending to use it for a thorough cleaning of his newly built pigsty.

"Got it!"

Jiang Shitou's eyes lit up, as if he had suddenly understood something.

He can't compete with others who can do it.

Then he'll do the dirtiest and smelliest jobs that others don't want to do!

Just do it!

Late that night, when the entire Jiangjia Village was immersed in a peaceful slumber.

A tall, imposing figure, carrying buckets and a brush, like a nocturnal giant, silently crept into the old-fashioned public dry toilets at the westernmost end of the village.

That place is a "historical legacy" left over from the old village; it's dirty and smelly.

In the summer, you could smell that pungent odor from a hundred meters away, and the buzzing flies and mosquitoes could practically carry you away.

After the village built new toilets, no one came here anymore, and it became a sanitation dead zone.

When Jiang Shitou shone his flashlight, he was almost knocked over by the sight before him.

The grime accumulated over the years, forming a thick layer; cobwebs hung in the corners; and an indescribable stench permeated the air.

"Hey!"

Jiang Shitou didn't mind the dirt at all; on the contrary, he seemed to have found a treasure and excitedly rolled up his sleeves.

He connected the several large buckets he had brought to the nearby fire hydrant and filled them with clean water.

Then, carrying a bucket, he splashed water onto the filthy floor and walls with a "whoosh".

Then, he picked up the stiff-bristled brush, which was bigger than other people's mops, dipped it in the strong toilet cleaner he had bought from the city, and bent down to scrub it, stroke by stroke.

He doesn't have any special skills; he just uses brute force.

He used all his strength on this brush.

"Swish! Swish! Swish!"

The sound was exceptionally clear in the quiet night.

He forcefully brushed away a layer of the accumulated black mud on the cement floor.

He carefully removed the yellow stains embedded in the tile grout, bit by bit, with a small shovel.

They worked from midnight until 4 a.m.

As the first light of dawn appeared in the east, Jiang Shitou straightened up and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

He looked at the fruits of his labor and chuckled with satisfaction.

The dry toilet in front of us is completely different from what it used to be.

The floor was so clean it reflected light, and the white tiled walls shone brightly in the morning light. Even the stench in the air was replaced by the rich scent of disinfectant and lemon-scented toilet cleaner.

Jiang Shitou still felt it wasn't enough.

He then moved to the newly built pigsties on the back hill, where the smell was gradually becoming stronger due to the expansion of the breeding scale.

Same method, same incredible strength.

By the time he finished scrubbing the floor of the last pigpen until it was reflective enough to see one's image, it was already broad daylight.

The next morning.

Village Chief Wang, who is in charge of environmental sanitation at the village committee, was carrying a small notebook and making a routine inspection of the village.

When he wandered to the abandoned dry toilets at the west end of the village, he was completely stunned.

He rubbed his eyes and took a few more steps forward.

"My God!"

Village Chief Wang was so shocked that he dropped the notebook in his hand and slapped his thigh hard.

"This...which fairy godmother did this?!"

The news spread like wildfire.

The whole village rushed over to see what was going on, and everyone was so surprised they couldn't close their mouths.

At this moment, in the central square of Jiangjia Village.

A huge LED electronic screen, as tall as a three-story building, rose up overnight.

Jiang Chen specifically instructed the construction team to install it overnight.

It was exactly 9:00 AM.

Jiang Chen, holding a megaphone, stood on the temporary platform in the square and cleared his throat.

"Fellow villagers, please quiet down!"

The square fell silent instantly, and everyone looked up, staring expectantly at Jiang Chen.

"In order to fairly, justly, and transparently select the order of inclusion in our new family genealogy."

Jiang Chen's voice resounded throughout the venue through the loudspeakers.

"I've decided to implement this 'Clan Contribution Points Ranking' system!"

"Starting today, every good deed you do for the village, whether it's cleaning or showing respect to the elderly, will be recorded and converted into corresponding points!"

This list is updated in real time, 24 hours a day!

"On Qingming Festival, the final ranking of the family genealogy will be determined according to this points list, from highest to lowest, in one fell swoop!"

After saying that, Jiang Chen gestured to Wang Dagou next to him.

Wang Dagou immediately pressed a button on a remote control in his hand.

"Buzz—"

The huge LED screen lit up instantly.

A dazzling red background with gold lettering appeared before everyone.

[Jiang Clan Contribution Points Ranking]

Everyone's breath caught in their throats at that moment.

They stared intently at the huge screen, frantically searching for their names from top to bottom.

Hu La Hua scored 80 points by sweeping the streets in the early morning, temporarily ranking tenth.

Jiang Youfu scored 85 points with his heartwarming chicken soup, ranking eighth.

Even Jiang Gundao, who was standing guard at the school gate, got 30 points and ranked in the middle.

The villagers' hearts were filled with anxiety as the list scrolled by.

And when the list finally settled on the first page.

Everyone could see the name that was at the top of the list, far ahead of the competition.

First place: Jiang Shitou!

Points: 300!

This score is significantly higher than that of Hu La Hua, which ranked second!

On the screen, even small print highlighted Jiang Shitou's main contributions: "[Independently completed the deep cleaning of the abandoned dry toilets in the west of the village and the pig farm on the back mountain; project difficulty rating: five stars!]"

"Whoosh—!"

The crowd erupted in chaos.

No one expected that this usually quiet, slow-witted, big guy would rely on his brute strength to do a dirty and tiring job that everyone looked down on and couldn't do, and suddenly rise to the top of the list!

Amidst the shocked, envious, and jealous gazes of the crowd.

Jiang Shitou stood in the crowd, scratching his shiny bald head, grinning and chuckling.

"I...I don't have any other skills."

"I'll... I'll put in some effort."

His voice wasn't loud, and he even stuttered a little.

But those words struck like a heavy hammer, hitting the hearts of everyone present hard.

So that's why... that's why doing this kind of dirty and tiring work is the most rewarding!

This is much more direct than making chicken soup or sweeping the streets!

Among the crowd, several burly men who had just been sighing about their low ranking exchanged glances.

The next second, without saying a word, they rolled up their sleeves, turned around, and ran home.

"Quick! Go home and get a shovel! I remember that stinking ditch at the east end of the village hasn't been cleaned for years!"

"What are you trying to steal! I saw that spot first!"

"Bullshit! We'll follow the rules of the contribution leaderboard. Whoever digs the first shovelful gets it!"