Bai Guili's heart paled and he hurriedly comforted him: "Qingshan, why are you so anxious? Just wait for me to explain things clearly."
He was smiling here, but when he faced Baishan's grandma, Bai Guili's face sank.
"Second wife, do you want shame? This house was originally used when you kicked Baishan's parents out. They had no place to live, so I let them live here! Do you still want to use it in exchange for money? I will take it back now!
"
Grandma Baishan was stunned for a moment: "But you gave me your son! How can you take it back?"
The village chief sneered: "I still have the deed to this house. Even if you go to the government to file a lawsuit, it still belongs to me!"
"But this..." Grandma Baishan suddenly got stuck and looked at Uncle Baishan at a loss.
Baishan's uncle was also stunned. He looked at the village chief Bai Guili with a look of disbelief: "Why are you still facing outsiders?"
Juhua, the village chief's wife, was unhappy: "What are you talking about? You don't want to not support your own nieces and nephews. We have found two who are willing to help support them. Do you have any objections?"
"that is!"
"Then you take it back!"
"That's right! You keep it!"
Juhua curled her lips and smiled, her disdain undisguised: "They raised them? The child in front thought they had a conscience and wanted to go to their home. I don't know who broke the child's head!"
Everyone immediately started talking again.
"If the Qingshan family didn't still have some spiritual power and cured the child, he would be dead right now!"
"Haha! Fortunately, Baishan's father goes up to the mountain to quarry rocks every day, so he can support such a big family!"
"Hey! With Baishan's father gone, what will happen to this family in the future... tsk tsk tsk!"
I don't know who said this, and everyone's expressions suddenly became meaningful.
Yes, Baishan's father is gone, and no one will provide them with silver beans anymore. Their family's life will not be so easy in the future!
Grandma Baishan had obviously thought of this too. She looked at this and that, and indeed that one was not that easy to pull off...
So Grandma Baishan rolled to the ground: "Oh! I can't survive this day! My grandchildren have all gone with others..."
Everyone was suddenly speechless.
But Qiao Chu lost her patience. She walked over and pointed her finger near Grandma Baishan's throat.
Grandma Baishan’s cry stopped abruptly.
She looked at Qiao Chu in horror and then at everyone, trying to ask for help, but she opened her mouth but no sound came out.
This weird look made everyone burst into laughter!
"Hahaha! Second wife, you should try your best to cry!"
"I see you are like this, so I owe you someone to treat you!"
"It's good for you to raise a child for you, but you want to come here to play tricks...have you encountered a iron plate?"
Qiao Chu glanced at everyone and squatted in front of Grandma Baishan. Her voice was not loud, but it was enough for everyone to hear clearly.
"I usually don't hit people, but if I get anxious, I'll hit them."
"If I don't hit you today, I will keep you quiet for three days. Next time I make trouble, you will keep quiet for a year."
As he spoke, Qiao Chu stood up: "I know that maybe you are waiting for the day when my spiritual power runs out, so just wait until I run out. Before that, don't mess with me."
Everyone's voice was gone.
This is not just for Grandma Baishan and uncle, but also for them.
There are also several women who are waiting for the day when Qiao Chu's spiritual power is exhausted, trying to squeeze something out of Qiao Chu.
But now I see, it’s not that easy?!
After Qiao Chu finished speaking, he turned around and walked back into the house.
The noodles cooked by Chen Qingshan have been cooked for a long time, and they are almost lumpy!
Chen Qingshan usually does not hit women, so his eyes fell on Uncle Baishan: "From today on, your whole family is not allowed to enter my yard. Otherwise, you will be beaten every time I see you. Get out!"
Uncle Bai Shan shivered with fright. After he regained his balance, he looked at Chen Qingshan with an embarrassed look: "Why are you so lonely? Your family can't use up this well!"
Chen Qingshan gave him a cold look: "That's my business, does it have anything to do with you?"
"..." Uncle Baishan was a little afraid of Chen Qingshan, so he could only look at the village chief again: "Village Chief, my home is too far away from the Bajiao Well, and the water in this well is very close..."
The village chief hated the iron: "Since you know, why did you offend others? Now they won't let you enter the yard, what are you doing to me?"
As he said that, the village chief waved his hand and came to Chen Qingshan. He changed his smile and said, "Qingshan, I will give this house to you. Later, I will also transfer the house deed to your family and give you the identity card."
Send it here..."
Chen Qingshan first stared at Uncle Baishan, who was so frightened that he ran away. His two sons helped grandma up and ran away as well.
Then Chen Qingshan said to the village chief: "What exactly do you want me to do? It's best to make it clear. I won't do it when the time comes."
After borrowing his silver beans, he also wanted to give him a house and an identity card. Although he had two children in exchange, Chen Qingshan was not stupid: things were not that simple.
The village chief, Bai Guili, might as well be as sharp as Chen Qingshan, so he could only chuckle and explain: "In half a month, the annual mineral rights distribution meeting will be held at the quarry. It has always been the stronger ones.
Ore dressing deposit…”
"We in Feishi Village used to let Baishan's father play. Although he couldn't finish in the top three, he still finished fourth or fifth, which is no problem. But this... the man is gone..."
Bai Guili spread his hands and Chen Qingshan understood: "You want me to come?"
Bai Guili nodded and smiled cheekily: "We all saw your strength during the earthquake that day. It is much more powerful than Baishan. Even compared to the top three in the past years, it is not far behind..."
"If you can help us get into the top five, then the lives of our villagers will not be so hard this year..."
Through Bai Guili's words, Chen Qingshan understood.
This quarry is in the shape of a spindle. The mine is very large and supplies basalt to several counties. More than 20 surrounding villages make a living from quarrying.
During the mining rights meetings over the years, each village sent its strongest men to compete.
The village represented by the strongest man can pick the mine first and get the basalt with the most suitable degree of fragmentation. The rock is of medium size, and most of it can be moved away just by digging it out.
This kind of quarrying is naturally extremely fast.
Those at the bottom of the rankings may only be assigned to gravel mines or whole rock mines. Either the stones are useless and need to be sorted, or it requires a lot of effort to break...
The efficiency is naturally extremely low.
Qiao Chu understood from the sidelines: They just cut stones and sell them...
Stronger villages will be able to obtain the mines that are most likely to produce output, and it will be easier for villagers to make money.
This is also going to be involution. It seems that the life of the poor people in this Xuanwu world is not easy...