After being reborn, I have seven older sisters.

Crying, laughter, cursing, chatting and all sorts of noise suddenly filled the courtyard, turning what should have been a quiet and serious village committee office into chaos in an instant.

"Members, please quiet down..."

Village Party Secretary Song Chang'an immediately stood up from his chair, placed his hands on the table, and scanned the crowd in the square with his piercing eyes, as if he were a hunter searching for prey.

Anyone who met his gaze would immediately shut their mouth and lower their head, not daring to cause any further trouble.

Song Chang'an has served as the village's Party Secretary for over twenty years. He is known for his decisive and efficient work style, and his strict system of rewards and punishments.

On the surface, everyone was afraid of him, but behind his back, no one spoke ill of him; their words were full of praise and gratitude.

After the noise subsided and the square returned to calm, Song Chang'an sighed softly and spoke slowly.

"Is it that funny? Look at you all grinning like that, what's the difference between you and those donkeys running wild in the animal enclosure!"

"Open your eyes wide, everyone! Look at these people standing before you, the ones you're laughing at. If you trace their lineage back two generations, weren't they all eating from the same pot as you before?!"

"If it were your parents, wife, and children standing here making a fool of themselves today, I don't believe you'd still be laughing. You'd be crying for sure!"

As Song Chang'an spoke, he saw that almost all of the nearly one thousand people in the square had their heads drooping, looking dejected, either reflecting or lost in thought.

In short, regardless of what they were thinking at that moment, and whether they were truly aware of their inappropriate behavior, one thing he was certain of was that they were not.

Among these villagers, not one has yet become a scoundrel who is malicious and selfish.

They were all the most honest and simple farmers, just uneducated.

Therefore, when dealing with this group of people, one must not only give them real benefits, but also discipline them when they become complacent.

Only in this way can he truly unite the hearts of the one or two thousand people in the village into one.

Seeing that the desired effect had been achieved, Song Chang'an immediately turned his attention to the twenty or thirty people who had scrambled to raise the animals.

"You lot standing here are truly a rare sight in our village, you've really disgraced our ancestors! I don't know what you were thinking, actually doing something as shameful as running around and looting the animal shed!"

"Regardless of who gave you that terrible idea, if you have any conscience, you shouldn't have done such a ridiculous and absurd thing."

"Why is our village called Songjiazhuang? It's because our ancestor's surname was Song. Anyone in this village with the surname Song shares the same ancestry and the same ancestor!"

"But look at what you've all done. Mantun's child is only 17 years old. Such a heartbreaking thing happened in his family. As his elders, you didn't even visit him after he came back to life. Instead, you believed those ridiculous rumors and went to the animal shed to loot the team's things..."

This was the first time Chunsheng had ever seen the village secretary so angry and cursing in public, and the things he was cursing about were quite elaborate.

Although the insults were somewhat harsh, they conveyed the intended meaning clearly and without missing a single point.

Chunsheng thought that if he invited the homeroom teacher, Li Yufeng, to the scene and had her repeat the village secretary's words in her own words, it would probably have a completely different flavor.

He felt that Li Yufeng's speaking skills and expression ability were probably on par with the village party secretary!

However, if she applied her way of speaking to the villagers in front of her, it would probably be difficult to achieve the same significant effect as Song Yonghong's father.

Later, Song Chang'an finally stopped cursing when three or four men among those who were scrambling for the animal shed tears after being scolded by him.

"Alright! That's all for today. Now, our brigade commander, Comrade Song Qinghe, will continue to preside over this meeting."

After Song Chang'an took his seat, Song Qinghe immediately said, "Our Party Secretary's words come from the bottom of his heart; he's doing it all for everyone's sake!"

"Leaving aside your rampant feudal superstitions in the village, just this one incident of looting the animal sheds—if the commune finds out, it'll be a disaster! At best, you'll be sent to the Qinling Mountains to quarry stones; as for the worst, I won't go into details, but everyone should understand!"

"Initially, the brigade headquarters wanted to report the looting of the animal shed to the commune so that the commune leaders could decide how to handle it. However, after discussing it with our old Party Secretary, he considered that everyone had elderly parents and young children to support, and that some members were in poor health. So he suppressed the matter and let the village handle it internally."

"As for how to resolve this, a consensus has been reached after discussions among the leaders!"

At this point, Song Qinghe immediately took out a page of manuscript folded into the size of a tofu block from his pocket, opened it, and began to read it aloud.

"After consultation among the leaders of the Songjiazhuang Village Production Brigade, it was unanimously agreed that, based on the principles of learning from past mistakes to avoid future ones and curing the disease to save the patient, no administrative punishment would be imposed on all the members who participated in the disturbance at the animal shed on April 16, 1977, since they were all first-time offenders. Instead, a fine of 5 mao (4 yuan) would be imposed on each person as medical expenses for Song Chuanling, the animal shed manager..."

After Song Qinghe finished reading the manuscript, he showed everyone the red seal on it before letting the group of people who had to pay fines line up one by one to sign and pay the fines.

No one present objected to this outcome.

Seeing that the outcome had been announced, some people picked up their stools and began to leave.

Chunsheng and Song Guangliang had been standing at the main entrance since they came in, so they could be seen whenever someone went out.

Whenever someone passes by Chunsheng, they can't help but glance at him a couple of times, not because they know him, but because of his height and appearance.

Everyone was wondering when such a stylish young boy had appeared in the village.

But when those people learned that the stylish young man they had just seen was Chunsheng from Song Mantun's family, they suddenly turned back, looked at Chunsheng from a distance, and scrutinized him carefully.

"Good heavens! So that child was Nezha in disguise!"

"It wasn't Nezha in disguise, it was Nezha reincarnated..."

Soon, the rumors about Chunsheng being the reincarnation of Nezha, the Third Prince, started circulating again!

Chunsheng originally wanted to wait for his parents to come out so they could go home together.

But when he saw those people, they stared at him intently, just like they were watching a giant panda at a zoo, and some were even whispering among themselves.

Although he knew that those people might not have meant any harm, being pointed at and stared at like that was still uncomfortable.

So he immediately grabbed Song Guangliang and they ran through the crowd, heading back home as fast as they could!