Early the next morning.

When providing disaster relief to the refugees, I sent old Chen Shiyan's second son to the county government by the way.

Magistrate Zhu is not a good official. He is greedy for pleasure all day long and does not come out at all.

After the master heard about it, he immediately collected the pleadings and the prisoner.

"Okay, my lord will report this matter to you, and I will ask you to kill him later in the year." Wang Youcai was dismissed in a few words.

If it hadn't been for the fact that their village had won the award from His Majesty, the gate might not have been opened to them.

I was deeply afraid that the refugees would rush into the government office.

"Sir...this is extremely bad, please..." Wang Youcai was kicked out before he could finish his words.

"Oh, right...wait a minute." The master walked out of the door with a bulging belly and glanced at Wang Youcai from above.

"There have been a lot of homeless people recently. We, County Magistrate Zhu, care about the people and are so worried that we can't eat or sleep. To show our love for the people... So, we, Magistrate Zhu, convened a meeting of village chiefs in the county."

"The meeting is scheduled for three days later. Every village will try to donate some food."

"Your village has received an award from His Majesty. You must perform well and remember to bring your little village chief, hahahaha..." The master didn't care about Wang Youcai's livid face, turned around and left with a smile.

Humph, he’s just a small village chief, why is he so high-pitched?

Last time, he and Yan Chunhua were actually stopped outside the village, bah!

A bunch of bastards!

Wang Youcai's face turned pale, "Donate food? Where can I donate food? In the past three years of drought, no one has any leftover food!"

If the county magistrate wants merit, why should he take their life-saving food?

Across the wall, Wang Youcai could hear the singing and dancing coming from inside the wall.

The county magistrate is immoral, what should we do?

Wang Youcai hurried back to Wangjia Village. Fortunately, the relationship between the county and Wangjia Village was now clear and smooth.

Within half an hour, he slipped back.

And this thing became popular very quickly.

As he went out, he found that everyone was traveling on snowboards and the roads were clean.

The influence of the small village chief is indeed amazing.

"Help us bring a message to the village chief of Suisui and say hello to the village chief."

"I wish the little village chief good luck, and I wish the little village chief a happy New Year." Everyone had seen Wang Youcai and shouted to him.

Wang Youcai was both happy and worried.

When he returned to the village, he didn't even take a bite of the hot meal and hurried towards Yan's house.

When this was explained, everyone in the Yan family put down their bowls and chopsticks.

Yan Hansheng was even more furious: "This County Magistrate Zhu feeds the common people, sings and dances, and does not care about the lives of the common people at all! If you donate food in a disaster year, all you donate are lives!"

"What kind of monster is he doing?"

"We just got a congratulatory gift from him. It won't be too much if we think about it. Let's take a look." Yan Chuan said calmly.

The Yan family members calmed down temporarily after hearing Yan Chuan's words.

Three days passed by in a blink of an eye.

Fu Xiaoxiao has often left the village since he learned to skate, and he is nowhere to be found today.

I stared at the ice board happily all day long, smiling very happily.

"The snow on the ground is thick, making it difficult for cars to pass. Suisui, we found six strong old dogs for you and let them pull you along."

Suisui held the Cerebellum Ax in her arms. As soon as the little tiger came out, they all lay on the ground with their heads cowered and did not dare to move.

After raising it for half a year, the white tiger has shown its true colors.

But the villagers of Wangjiacun have seen it too much, and although they are frightened, they are used to it.

"Dog... pull me?" Suisui looked shocked.

After being carried into a bamboo basket, Yan Lang made a cover for her to protect her from the wind.

The white tiger understands human nature, and the dogs pulled the sled conscientiously, not daring to run around at all, as if it was effortless at all.

Every time he deviates from the road or acts recklessly, the white tiger roars twice.

It stopped immediately.

"I'm a little embarrassed... I, the village chief, can't let go of my face." Xiao Suisui is addicted to official duties, her face is red, and she is extremely embarrassed.

When I left the village, I happened to see everyone in the old house being driven out of Wangjia Village.

Old Man Yan's face was filled with sadness: "Hansheng, why are we, father and son, like this?"

Yan Hansheng showed no expression on his face and left without looking back.

From the moment you let them break into your home and try to kill your wife and children, Yan Hansheng's heart died.

For the rest of his life, he just wants to make up for Guan Niang and his children.

A few days ago, when Old Chen and Yan Laoer were sent to the county government, they also cried and fussed in front of him. Yan Hansheng was calm and emotionless this time.

It can be seen that he is dead-set.

Mrs. Lin secretly wiped her tears with joy. She knew that Yan Han was born foolish and filial, but she didn't want a foolish and filial person to be sober one day.

Suisui raised her eyebrows, her luck was recovering day by day, and the people around her would also be affected and return to their original trajectory!

The little goddess sat in the bamboo basket, smiling contentedly.

Everyone skied all the way into the city.

The ground was covered with snow, swish, swish, and it was actually quite refreshing.

The skiing skills of everyone in Wangjiacun have been brightened up for a long time, and now they are extremely wanton.

When arriving outside the city.

Sudden...

All the refugees who were queuing up to receive porridge stood up.

"The little benefactor is here."

"It's people from Wangjia Village... They came out with the head of Suisui Village."

"She's coming, she's getting closer. She... is being pulled closer and closer by the dog." Everyone exclaimed.

Face-loving Xiao Suisui???!!

No, there is no need to be so loud!!!

"Little village chief, little benefactor, thank you so much for your kindness..."

"Little village chief, this kindness will never be forgotten. Our lives are all given by this little benefactor!"

Xiao Suisui sat in the bamboo basket, secretly showing her little head.

The refugees knelt down and kowtowed: "Little benefactor, we are willing to light the eternal lamp for you and worship you forever!"

Waves of invisible thought power slowly gathered.

Suisui was startled.

Suisui felt a warm breath enter her body, making her feel comfortable and squinting her eyes.

Yan Jiaojiao was currently far away in Huguo Temple, treating burns on her face.

He was sitting cross-legged in the meditation room, listening to the Imperial Master's sermon.

puff……

A trace of bright red blood spurted out.

The scars on the face that were about to fade away finally cracked again...

It became deeper and more painful. The pain made Yan Jiaojiao roll in the meditation room.

Drops of scarlet blood slid down her cheeks, and Yan Jiaojiao felt a wave of luck withdrawing from her body again.

At this time, Suisui didn't know anything about it.

Xiao Suisui just smiled and waved to everyone. She thought, I will definitely save everyone in this massacre of the city!

Change everyone's destiny!

And if Magistrate Zhu abandons the city and flees again, she...

Suisui pursed her lips.

Arrive at the Yamen now.

There were already many village chiefs standing in front of the Yamen who looked a little old and tired.
To be continued...