It's too far away and the villagers can't see the writing on it clearly. Even if they can see it clearly, most of the villagers don't know the word "two liters", which is useless.

"Folks, what is written here is that over the past few years, every time the superiors have allocated grain records, it is clear that there are not many grains!"

It was like pouring cold water into hot oil, and hundreds of villagers immediately exploded.

"Where did the food go?"

"Yeah, where's the food?"

Zhang Xuebing pointed at Zhang Yongzhong and his son who were hurriedly squeezing out the door, "The food was withheld by father and son. I embezzled the food, and my son used it to make loan sharks. In the end, it is us honest people who are unlucky!"

Zhang Yongzhong and his son were blocked by a wall of people, and they were so frightened that they retreated to the middle of the yard.

"Zhang Xuebing, you eat people's food and don't talk about people's words. I have worked hard to fight for relief for everyone, and I don't give you less relief food every year. You are such a bloody mouthful!"

Zhang Yongzhong's old face turned red. He no longer cared about the village chief's attitude, and yelled anxiously, "You white-eyed wolves, don't trust me, I will never ask for relief again, or I will starve to death."

Qiu!"

Zhang Erdou also shouted, "Folks, Zhang Xuebing is spreading rumors to cause trouble. Don't believe him. He is just a piece of waste paper!"

The villagers had little knowledge and the village chief had a lot of prestige, so many people believed it to be true. Some of them were afraid that they would not be able to eat relief food, so they began to turn to the village chief and his son.

"Can you show it to me?"

At this moment, an old man with a stooped figure and thick lenses on his face came under the grinding plate and looked at Zhang Xuebing with his cloudy eyes.

"Yes, everyone is illiterate, let the old scholar read it!"

The old scholar was an educated youth back then. He had been a rural teacher in the village for more than thirty years. From a young boy, he became an old man. Many people in the village were his students, so his prestige was second only to the village chief, and the villagers also

Convince him.

Zhang Xuebing was also taught by him. He respectfully called the old principal and handed the letter to him.

Taking the letter, the old scholar pushed up his glasses on the bridge of his nose and looked down carefully. The more he looked at him, the uglier his face became.

The clamoring villagers became silent and looked at him quietly.

It took the old scholar a long time to finish reading, and the hands holding the letter were shaking, "Xiao Bing, tell the truth, is this thing real?"

Zhang Xuebing glanced at Zhao Xianming, who had been silent.

Zhao Xianming knew that he had appeared, so he immediately coughed and stood up, shouting loudly.

"Folks, I am Zhao Xianming from the County Planning Office. The information recorded on this letter was extracted from the file by me personally. I can guarantee that there is absolutely no problem!"

The villagers all knew that Zhao Xianming followed the security captain's car into the village, which inadvertently brought him a lot of prestige, and everyone immediately believed him!

The old scholar shook his hand, and the letter fell in the wind. At the same time, a line of tears fell from his old eyes. The old man almost cried, pointing at Zhang Yongzhong and his son and yelled.

"You have committed evil, you two, father and son, are worse than animals, you are worse than that!"

As he cried, he rushed forward and grabbed Zhang Yongzhong's neck, raised his hand and slapped him across the face.

"Xiaolan starved to death, Xiaofang went into the mountains and fell off a cliff to stutter, and there are also people who have starved to death over the years. These lives are all caused by you, bastard, and three generations of your ancestors and grandchildren cannot pay for these sins!

"

The anger that had been suppressed for many years erupted among the villagers like lava. In the blink of an eye, the village chief and his son were surrounded by water. Arms like forests and fists like raindrops fell on them crazily.

The villagers who couldn't reach out their hands also stood outside and cursed angrily.

"Zhang Yongzhong, your whole family will die badly!"

"You shameless thing, why didn't your father ejaculate you into the urinal?"

The two famous talkative ladies spouted all kinds of embarrassing language as if they were free of charge.

A scream like a slaughtered pig pierced through the crowd and went straight into the sky. Judging from this posture, Zhang Yongzhong and his son were about to be beaten to death.

Although they deserve to die, they cannot be beaten to death like this. They must receive a fair trial according to the law.

Zhang Xuebing winked at Captain Yang.

Team Yang and his men immediately stepped forward to persuade the villagers to leave.

In this era, people are still quite convinced by the prestige of the security team. The crowd immediately dispersed, revealing Zhang Yongzhong, who was naked and covered in scars and blood.

His son Zhang Erdou was even worse. His whole body was stuck to the ground like a noodle dish, his limbs were weirdly twisted, and it was obvious that he had multiple fractures. His face was so swollen that even his mother could not recognize it.

Embezzling relief money is a serious crime, at least much more serious than speculation.

Many female villagers, seeing the downfall of Zhang Erdou and his son, exposed the fact that he had been a hooligan. Zhang Erdou added another hooligan charge, which made it impossible for him to get out of the prison door in his life.

Two township security guards and Captain Yang handled the case on the spot, called the village accountant and cashier, and uncovered all the evidence that Zhang Yongzhong had embezzled relief grain and Zhang Erdou had engaged in loan sharking in recent years.

The irrefutable evidence is that they, father and son, are completely ruined.

Before nightfall, Zhang Yongzhong and his son were escorted into a jeep, and what awaited them was the most severe trial.

The villagers were very happy. Not only had they defeated the village tyrants and his son today, but perhaps after the trial was over, the embezzled grain money would also be returned to them.

Moreover, Zhang Xuebing can continue to purchase local products, giving them another way to make money.

Today is a good day for them, and this day may be regarded as a holiday in the future.

After the village chief incident came to an end, the villagers dispersed silently as the jeep disappeared on the mountain road.

However, Zhao Xianming did not leave, saying that he wanted to experience life in Zhangjiacun for a day on the weekend tomorrow.

Originally, when a cadre like him came down, the village chief would personally entertain him, but now Zhang Xuebing had to be the host.

There was a gas lamp placed on the stone table, its bright light illuminating every detail. Zhang Xuebing bought it specially for Xin'er to review her homework.

This kind of gas lamp is also called a gas lamp. It does not require electricity or oil. Just put a little calcium carbide and add some water to light it up all night.

It is extremely economical, affordable and durable, making it very suitable for poor mountain villages like Zhangjiacun. Zhang Xuebing plans to provide one for all children who need to go to school in the future.

"We are poor in the mountains, so it's easy. Uncle Zhao, please feel free to do whatever you want!" On the stone table in the small courtyard, Zhang Xuebing was holding a wine glass and chopsticks, eating happily.

"Haha, the stewed fish, pork ribs, scrambled eggs with wild onions, and wild vegetables are quite rich. I'll spend a lot of money!"

Lao Zhao sipped his wine and ate his food, feeling the cool summer night breeze, and was sweating profusely while eating.

The villagers knew that Zhang Xuebing's family had a distinguished guest, so they all brought more or less staple food, including pancakes, pancakes, flower rolls, steamed buns and various pickles.

Zhangjia Village is already poor, and the villagers are usually reluctant to eat white flour, so they really try their best to get these.

The two famous aunts who were the most scolding aunts also teamed up to bring hot poached egg noodles and apologized to Sister Su Waner vigorously.

Of course, the Zhang family would not hit anyone with a smiling face, just smile and forget all grudges.
Chapter completed!