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

Jiang Chen strode out of the courtyard.

Ding Xiu frantically pressed buttons on the walkie-talkie, his voice booming.

"Groups one and two, assemble! Bring all your gear! Destination: Qinghe Town market. We must be there within five minutes!"

The screeching sound of tires rubbing echoed in the large-scale apartment complex of Jiangjia Village.

Ten pure black bulletproof off-road vehicles shot out of the village like arrows.

……

The usually bustling streets of Qinghe Town were now in complete chaos.

The elderly people who came to the market all hid dozens of meters away to watch the excitement.

Dozens of out-of-town thugs with dyed yellow-green hair carried steel pipes and baseball bats.

They completely surrounded the open space in the center of the market.

The sound of sirens grew louder as they approached.

Ten bulletproof SUVs drove straight into the market without slowing down at all!

Crunch!

The Mercedes-Benz G-Class leading the way performed a drift and came to a stop right outside the thugs' perimeter, with its doors popping open at the same time.

Dozens of security personnel dressed in black special forces uniforms and armed with guns jumped out of the vehicle.

The dark muzzle of the gun was pointed directly at the gang of thugs!

Ding Xiu was the first to jump off the car.

Jiang Chen followed closely behind, his hands in his pockets, his face full of menacing intent.

"Get down, all of you!"

Ding Xiu suddenly shouted.

The dozens of thugs, who had been swaggering around, were so frightened by this scene that they immediately dropped all the steel pipes they were holding.

They crouched on the ground with their hands behind their heads, barely daring to breathe.

Jiang Chen peered through the crowd towards the center.

The next second, he was so angry that he laughed.

There was none of the horrific scene he had imagined, where Jiang Shitou was brutally beaten by a mob.

In the very center of the market, Jiang Shitou was shirtless.

His muscles were like cast iron, bulging high, and there wasn't a single patch of skin broken on his body.

At his feet lay a dozen or so thugs lying haphazardly.

These people were all bruised and swollen, and they were rolling on the ground, groaning in pain as they clutched their stomachs.

The worst off was the tattooed thug who led the group.

He was lying face down in the stinking ditch next to him, desperately spitting out black water.

Jiang Shitou stood like an iron tower, protecting a fallen three-wheeled flower cart.

Hiding behind the float was a quiet girl wearing a floral dress and with her hair in braids.

The girl's eyes were red, and she gripped Jiang Shitou's belt tightly with both hands.

"Stone, your punches and kicks are pretty good!"

Ding Xiu stepped forward and punched the stone's pectoral muscle hard.

"Instructor Ding did a great job! I didn't even use my full strength, just a slap, and the leader flew into the ditch!"

Jiang Shitou rubbed his bald head and grinned foolishly, pointing at the tattooed man who was still crawling out of the stinky ditch.

Jiang Chen strode over.

"Brother Chen! What brings you here!"

Jiang Shitou quickly stood up straight.

"If I don't come, are you even going to find a wife?"

Jiang Chen joked casually.

The girl hiding behind Jiang Shitou blushed instantly, her face turning bright red all the way to the roots of her neck.

"My name is Lin Xiaoya, and I sell flowers in the next village."

"Those people were trying to overturn my stall and drag me to drink with them. I'm so grateful to this guy for helping me."

She spoke softly, stealing a glance at Jiang Shitou's broad back.

Her eyes were filled with undisguised adoration and a sense of security.

Jiang Shitou, being the straightforward person he is, blushed for the first time ever.

He stammered and scratched his head.

"I'm not good with words, but I just can't stand seeing them bully women. Don't be afraid, I'll protect you!"

The tattooed man finally managed to climb out of the stinking ditch, his whole body reeking of stench.

"Who are you people? How dare you meddle in Qinghe Town's affairs!"

The tattooed man wiped the stinking mud off his face and roared in frustration.

Jiang Chen walked up to him and looked down at him.

"Qinghe Town? Let me tell you, all thirteen towns within this radius are now under the jurisdiction of my Jiangjia Village!"

Jiang Chen sneered and pointed at Jiang Shitou.

"This kid is the newly appointed deputy chief instructor of my Jiang's Security Group, with an annual salary of ten million!"

Jiang Chen had a very loud voice, which carried throughout the entire market.

The surrounding residents who were watching the commotion all gasped in surprise.

A ten million annual salary!

Lin Xiaoya's eyes widened in surprise. She had originally thought that Shi Tou was just a righteous farmer.

Jiang Chen raised his foot and stepped directly on the tattooed man's shoulder, forcefully stomping him back into the stinking ditch.

"Pay me the full price for the damaged floats, then get out of Qinghe territory!"

Jiang Chen's tone was extremely domineering.

Several tens of minutes later.

The tattooed man trembled as he pulled out a wad of cash, stuffed it into Lin Xiaoya's hand, and then ran away with his men, scrambling and stumbling.

Jiang Shitou looked at Lin Xiaoya, unable to utter a single word for a long time.

Jiang Chen went up and slapped Shi Tou on the back of the head.

"You idiot! Aren't you going to help them push the float back?"

"This girl is of good character, hardworking and honest! I've made the decision; the betrothal gifts will be provided by Jiangjia Village!"

Jiang Chen scolded him with exasperation.

Lin Xiaoya covered her mouth, tears streaming down her face.

Jiang Shitou suddenly turned around and grabbed Lin Xiaoya's hand.

"Xiaoya! I'm bad with words! But I'm rich, I'll leave everything to you to manage from now on!"

Jiang Shitou loudly confessed his feelings.

The crowd erupted in laughter.

……

Two weeks later, at Jiangjia Village Square.

The place was decorated with lanterns and colorful streamers, and a red banner stretched from the old locust tree all the way to the village entrance archway.

Today is the wedding day of Jiang Shitou and Lin Xiaoya.

In Jiangjia Village, where character is valued more than birth, Jiang Shitou experienced the most glorious day of his life.

A total of eighty-eight tables were set up in the square for a continuous banquet.

Jiang Youfu had a bald head, wore a red apron around his waist, and held a large iron ladle that was half a meter long in his hand.

A dozen or so kitchen helpers were working hard, sweating profusely.

"It's not hot enough, add two more handfuls of firewood!"

"This turtle soup has to be simmered until it turns a thick, white broth! Anyone who dares to tarnish the reputation of Jiang Da Shao, I'll smash their head in with a ladle!"

Jiang Youfu roared in his hoarse voice.

The rich aroma of meat mingled with the sweet scent of the Longevity Spring water, filling the air above the entire square.

The old academicians from Changsheng Town also came, each wearing a military overcoat, sitting at the main table happily eating peanuts.

Liu Cuifen was wearing a bright red Suzhou-embroidered Tang suit and holding a handful of melon seeds in her hand.

"Oh my God! This Lin family girl is truly blessed!"

"With the conditions in our village now, even rich heiresses from the provincial capital would be lining up to marry into our village, but they wouldn't have a chance!"

Liu Cuifen shouted loudly.

Jiang Mancang tapped his pipe.

"That's because Stone is a kind-hearted kid, and Brother Chen values ​​him. You know, sometimes fools have all the luck!"

Jiang Mancang chuckled and replied.

Jiang Shitou was wearing a custom-made oversized suit.

The clothes looked incredibly awkward on his bulky frame, and the tie made him roll his eyes.

Lin Xiaoya wore a pure white wedding dress, and her skin, nourished by the water of Changsheng Reservoir for half a month, was fair and rosy.

She's so beautiful, it's like she's a completely different person.

The two men, holding their wine glasses, began to toast each table.

When Jiang Shitou reached Jiang Chen's table, his hands were trembling, and most of the wine in his glass spilled out.

"Brother Chen! I salute you!"

"Without you, I'd still be toiling in the fields for a living! I'm entrusting my life to you!"

Jiang Shitou stammered as he spoke.

Jiang Chen laughed loudly as he stood up, picked up the bottle of premium Moutai on the table, and filled Shi Tou's cup.

"Stop with the empty talk!"

Jiang Chen waved his hand and took a heavy mahogany tray from Li Qiang beside him.

The tray was covered with a red cloth.

Jiang Chen ripped open the red cloth, revealing twenty neat stacks of 100-yuan bills, their red color dazzling in the sunlight.

This is a full two million in cash!

"This is your inaugural bonus as deputy head coach, and also a wedding gift for your marriage!"

Jiang Chen pushed the tray into Lin Xiaoya's arms.

Lin Xiaoya was so frightened that she backed away repeatedly.

"Village chief, this is too much, we can't accept it."

Lin Xiaoya waved her hands anxiously.

"Take it! It's the rule in our Jiangjia Village that we don't mistreat our own family!"

Jiang Chen made a decisive statement and patted Shi Tou's shoulder heavily.

"Stone, now that you're married, you need to act like a man and give your fourth wife a big, healthy son as soon as possible!"

"So I can take over your job and continue serving as the security instructor for our Jiangjia Village!"

Jiang Chen teased loudly.

The surrounding villagers all joined in the commotion.

"Give birth to a little Eiffel Tower!"

"Twins are best!"

The entire square was filled with deafening laughter.

After several rounds of drinks, the atmosphere at the banquet reached its climax.

Jiang Chen drank a few glasses of wine and felt warm all over.

He took off his coat, unbuttoned his shirt collar, and leaned back in his chair, enjoying the breeze.

Just then, the old master Jiang Wanshan, leaning on his sandalwood cane, walked steadily over from the main table.

Today, the old man was dressed in a very formal dark red robe, and even his goatee was neatly combed.

His face lacked its usual amused smile; instead, it was unusually serious.

"Great-Grandpa, what's wrong? Don't you like this turtle soup?"

Jiang Chen quickly stood up and supported the old man's arm.

Jiang Wanshan did not respond.

He tapped the ground twice with his cane, his gaze sweeping over the bustling square.

He looked at the Jiang clan members, whose faces were glowing with health.

"Chen-ge'er, come with me."

The old man lowered his voice.

Jiang Chen followed the old man, puzzled, to a secluded spot behind the big locust tree.

There was no noisy banquet here, only the rustling of the wind through the leaves.

The old man turned around, his cloudy yet sharp eyes fixed on Jiang Chen.

"Shi Tou's wedding was conducted in a respectable manner, and our village is now settled in."

"But there is still one enormous matter weighing on the heart of this old man."

The old man took a deep breath, his tone becoming extremely solemn.

Jiang Chen raised an eyebrow.

"Grandpa, just tell me what you need. Whether it's repairing roads or building houses, I'll have someone take care of it right away."

"It's not about the money!"

The old man waved his hand, interrupting Jiang Chen.

He stretched out his calloused hands and gripped Jiang Chen's arm tightly with astonishing force.

"Tomorrow is an auspicious day. Tonight, send the entire village security team to guard the ancestral hall on the back hill. Don't let a single fly in!"

The old man stared intently into Jiang Chen's eyes.

"Tomorrow morning at eight o'clock, wear your finest Tang suit and come find me in the courtyard of the old house!"

"I want to reopen our Jiang family's old genealogy book, which hasn't been touched for hundreds of years, in front of all the core members of the clan in the village!"

The old man spoke slowly and deliberately.

Jiang Chen was stunned, staring at the old man's extremely solemn face.

"Revising the family genealogy?"

The old man nodded, took out a small, sealed pure gold bottle from his sleeve, and waved it in front of Jiang Chen.

A dull sloshing sound came from inside the bottle.

"I want to use this bottle of pure, finely extracted gold liquid myself!"

"Take your Jiang Chen name..."

The old man's voice carried an irresistible air of authority.