The servants guarding the gate of Jiang Hexuan's yard drove them away like wild dogs, and several of them were very angry.
Although Dongming Ziyu was angry, his expression was as usual, and no one could see his emotions clearly.
Shuan Zhu behind him couldn't help it anymore, "You're just relying on your own strength, aren't you?!"
The servant chuckled and sneered: "I am a watchdog, and I am also the watchdog of Master Juren. I am a hundred times stronger than you stinky beggars!"
Dong Chunlei's face turned red with anger, and he said angrily: "Why are you so unreasonable? We have something to see the chief!"
The servant waved his hand and said: "If you have anything to do, go to the village chief! Our master only deals with big things, what national affairs do you have?! Don't disturb our master with trivial matters! Go away!"
Shuan Zhu wanted to go up and hit someone, but Dongming Ziyu held him back, "Forget it."
Dong Chunlei did not dare to cause trouble in front of Master Juren's door, so he advised Shuan Zhu: "Let's go. Since he asked us to go to the village chief, then we will go to the village chief."
Shuan Zhu glared at the man fiercely, hating that he would have to teach this watchdog a lesson sooner or later!
Several people felt depressed, but they still went to the home of Jiang Hongda, the head of Beixi Village.
Originally, they were prepared to be ignored or chased away, but unexpectedly, Jiang Hongda was quite enthusiastic and let them into the main hall where guests were entertained, and even offered tea to his grandson.
On the contrary, Dong Chunlei became restrained and sat on only half of the chair. He didn't even dare to touch the white jade-like porcelain tea bowl when he saw it, so he calmly stated his intention.
Jiang Hongda is in his fifties, wearing a long gown, a little chubby, with a short beard, his eyes are crooked when he smiles, and he looks very kind.
He smiled and said, "What does the chief say about this?"
Well, Dong Chunlei was a little blushing and angry.
Dongming Ziyu answered: "The servant at his door said that you can just ask the two village chiefs for this kind of matter."
Jiang Hongda looked Dongming Ziyu up and down and said, "In that case, I will send someone over soon to measure the homestead and wasteland."
The two of them didn't expect that things would go so smoothly with him, and they both looked slightly relaxed.
Jiang Hongda asked: "I heard that you fled all the way here without losing a single person. The elderly and children all arrived here in full shadow."
When Dong Chunlei heard this, he straightened his back proudly, "Yes!"
Jiang Hongda asked some questions about what happened on the escape route, and looked at the two of them with more admiration and appreciation.
Finally, he said: "Looking at you, you seem to be short of clothes. It's already winter, and the weather is very cold. I asked my old lady to pack out the clothes and shoes that my family doesn't wear. I wonder if you don't mind?"
When Dong Chunlei heard this, he was very moved, "I don't dislike it, I don't dislike it. Thank you, village chief, you are a good person."
Jiang Hongda said modestly: "It's nothing, they are just old clothes that I don't wear anymore. I'd like to help you."
As he said that, he shouted to the door: "Old woman!"
"Hey, here we come!" After a loud female voice, a slightly fat old lady came out of the wing with several daughters-in-law, each holding a big bundle in their hands.
There are so many, and you can tell at a glance that they have been prepared a long time ago.
Jiang Hongda's wife smiled and said: "I have packed it up a long time ago, and I was just about to send it to you, when you came."
In fact, I wanted to find an opportunity to give it to them. After all, they had just arrived and the villagers were still watching, and there was no interaction between the two parties. This time they came with gifts, which was just the right gift in return.
Dongming Ziyu called Zhuan Zhu and others waiting outside the door to come in and move things.
They were afraid that others would be kind to them. When they saw this situation, they all expressed their gratitude and put down the gift that was supposed to be given to the village chief.
Jiang Hongda declined, "How can this be done?"
Dongming Ziyu said: "Those mountain products are not new, but this tiger bone wine is rare. We killed the tiger with our own hands, and my wife knows medicine, so she made tiger bone wine from the tiger bone cannon."
Jiang Hongda's eyes lit up after hearing this, and he said with a smile: "Hey, I'm not polite, thank you. We have a lot of rainy days in our area, and the winter is wet and cold, so there are a lot of people who get rheumatism. My old legs...
My bones will hurt in the winter."
After hearing this, his wife asked her to bring out a small bag of grain in the kitchen, "This is white rice. Go back and cook porridge for the children."
Everyone did not refuse and came out of Jiang Hongda's house carrying large and small bags.
When passing by Jiang Haoguang's house, I went in and said, "The land in Beixi Village will be measured soon."
Let him figure it out on his own. Anyway, Beixi Village has measured the land. If Nanxi Village delays it, will you deliberately make things difficult? Do you still want to lose face?
When Jiang Haoguang heard this, he cursed: "Jiang Hongda is so short-sighted that he doesn't know what his last name is when he sees something! He really thinks of himself as the village chief! What's wrong with you?"
He asked his little grandson to follow them secretly to see them, knowing that they didn't even enter the door of the mayor's house, so he meant to make things difficult.
But Jiang Hongda didn't understand what the mayor meant, or he was in conflict with the mayor. He not only agreed to them happily, but also offered some shabby people to win over them.
Don't even look at it, these fleeing people are no better than beggars, and they have no roots here, so wooing them is useless!
No matter how much he scolded him at home, for the sake of face, he still had to send someone to measure the land.
When Mrs. Qian and the others saw that Dongming Ziyu and the others had brought so many things back, smiles appeared on their worried faces.
Mrs. He's eyes lit up again. She went up to them, looked around at the baggage, and said with a smile, "Hey, there's a return gift, what is this?"
He touched it and said, "Hey, it's clothes! My dog Shengzi is short of a cotton jacket, cotton trousers, and a pair of cotton shoes."
Mrs. Qian pulled her away and said, "Don't open your mouth like a lion, wait for the points!"
Mr. Dong and others gathered around a few people, asking all kinds of questions how things went.
Dongming Ziyu said: "The people in Beixi Village will go to measure the land soon."
Dong Chunlei said: "You are the only one who can read, do arithmetic, and draw pictures. You will have to come over in a while."
"Okay," Dongming Ziyu brought more than twenty people to help. They had to spread lime and drive wooden stakes. They couldn't just let the people from Beixi Village do it.
After a while, someone from the other side of the river called me to measure the land.
The people who went up to the mountain to cut wood hadn't returned yet, and the bridge hadn't been repaired yet, so they had no choice but to take the stone bridge in the west of the village.
Many people in the two villages knew that the village chief had given those people old clothes. Those whose families were well off and kind-hearted also gave them clothes they no longer wore.
The people headed by Mrs. Qian are responsible for receiving it, and they should remember these people well. When conditions permit, they will definitely repay this favor well in the future.
It's a courtesy for others to give, and it's a duty not to give, so they can't be unaware of it.
The people here are wealthy. Although the clothes are made of cotton and linen, there are almost no patches on them. In the eyes of these people, it is already a fixed thing.
When Jiang Haoguang heard about it, he also asked Jiang Yi's wife to send some old clothes, old bedding and other things. But the pain and disgust in Jiang Yi's wife's eyes fully demonstrated his family's attitude.