Chapter 159： Move a village

Jiang Sanlang finally understood why the clan leader and village elders chose him to be the village leader.

But is he someone who gives up easily? Certainly not.

Since he decided to take over Dongchen Village, he couldn't give in.

However, the matter of repairing the house must be carefully considered.

Go to Sun Lizheng with the clan leader and village elder to report. Jiang Sanlang can be regarded as officially taking over as the village chief of Dongchen Village.

After Jiang Sanlang came back from the town, Old Man Jiang immediately asked: "How is the town?"

“Some houses were destroyed, but not seriously. However, Sun Lizheng’s house was burned down, and his family escaped by hiding in the mountains.”

“Where is Doctor Zhang’s wife’s family?” Eldest Nicole was talking to Doctor Zhang’s wife’s grandson. It would be a pity if anything happened.

Jiang Sanlang: "Doctor Zhang's wife's house is fine. I went to check on her once. Everything is fine at home, and the bandits did not enter her house."

"That's great." Old Man Jiang felt relieved, "No wonder Dacheng said that the town is better than our village. Many houses are in good condition and have not been burned."

Jiang Sanlang was speechless, thinking in his mind.

The bandits seem to be gone, but regardless of whether they win or lose, they will definitely come back again. How should the villagers resist them then?

Are we, the people like us, still hiding everywhere like lost dogs?

Jiang Sanlang remembered a village he encountered while escaping from bandits the day before yesterday.

This village was built like a small castle, surrounded by walls. When bandits came, the villagers would stand on the wall and shoot arrows. Some would hit them with stones, and they would repel more than a hundred bandits.

“Sanlang, what are you thinking about?” Seeing that his third son didn’t respond, Old Man Jiang asked, “Do you think it’s difficult to be a Muramasa?”

Jiang Sanlang shook his head.

Old man Jiang especially wanted to chat with his third son today, "Then why are you ignoring me?"

Jiang Sanlang: "I was thinking that the village has been almost destroyed anyway, so why not let everyone come to the south **** to build houses."

He wants to build the village into the style of that castle village, so that he will not be afraid of how many bandits come to him in the future.

Moreover, the little girl said that the village will be flooded in the future, and even the house of the patriarch Muramasa will be washed away.

In this case, what is the use of spending money to build a house in the village?

So this matter must be made clear to the villagers. If you want your home to be protected from flooding and invaded by rogue bandits, build a house on the south slope.

But this cannot be done by one person alone. It must be supported by the whole village.

As long as the whole village comes and organizes everyone to build a wall by yourself, it won’t be too difficult.

“You all come to Nanpo to build a house?” Old Man Jiang shook his head, “I’m afraid not.”

Jiang Sanlang: "You have to do it even if it doesn't work."

Since he is allowed to be the village leader, he must listen to him on this matter.

After thinking about it, Jiang Sanlang immediately ran to Patriarch Chen’s house and explained what he meant.

"What are you talking about? Let the whole village build houses on the south slope?" Chief Chen frowned: "What should we do here?"

Jiang Sanlang: "In the future, I will repair and repair it when I have time. If I don't have time, I can only give up."

Chief Chen clicked his tongue and said, "Let me think about it."

"Well, I'll go meet the others again, and I'll come back and talk to you if anything happens." After that, Jiang Sanlang stood up and left.

Seeing Jiang Sanlang leave, the patriarch's eldest son snorted coldly, "Dad, look at him, he just became the village chief and he suddenly disappeared, and he asked us to build houses on the south slope. I think he is crazy."

Seeing that his father was speechless, Chen Jiaxing continued: "What do you and the elders think? If a person with a foreign surname is the village leader, what good will happen to our village in the future?"

Patriarch Chen glared at his eldest son: "What do you want to say? What's wrong with the surname? No one is more suitable to be the village leader than Jiang Sanlang, whose surname is Jiang Sanlang!"

"You can't say that." Chen Jiaxing couldn't help but quarreled with his old father: "In other villages, it's the father who refuses to take over and the son takes over. I think my cousin Chen Shu is pretty good. Why not let him replace his third uncle as the village leader? Let Jiang Sanlang be the one?”

The patriarch: "You know what the heck! Can anyone in the village do it if you want it to be done?"

“Isn’t it?” Chen Jiaxing whispered. The patriarch was so angry that he wanted to slap him: "The village can only do things through village elections. Do you think what ability does Chen Shu have to make our village elect him? Besides, your third uncle's life was saved by Jiang Sanlang's daughter. This time Banditry, if it weren’t for Jiang Sanlang, you would have been chopped up by the bandits.”

Chen Jiaxing curled his lips, feeling a lot of disapproval in his heart.

Chief Chen waved his hand: "Relocating the village depends on the wishes of the whole village. If everyone agrees, you and Erlang can also go to Nanpo. Your mother and I will guard this old house."

"I won't go! My second brother won't go either!" Chen Jiaxing turned around and left angrily.

snort! He would not move to Nanpo, and his second brother would not go either. He couldn't live in his nice big house, so he went crazy to suffer in a place like Nanpo where no one shits.

The next day, Yingbao took Youyou to the bamboo forest, followed by a bunch of little kids.

The little kid was followed by two puppies.

Yingbao glanced not far away and saw her father and many villagers measuring the land.

Yesterday, my father said that the whole village unanimously agreed to build houses on the south slope.

So Yingbao drew a sketch and gave it to her father for detailed reference.

That is a city map, imitating the layout of the inner city square, with rows of houses neatly arranged, which is both beautiful and space-saving.

Considering that this is a rural area, every household must have a large square yard, and a piece of land outside the yard is designated for them to use as a vegetable garden.

Dongchen Village only has thirty or forty households. According to eight households in a row, it is enough to build five rows of houses.

Two additional ponds were dug to facilitate villagers to do laundry and vegetables, and the excavated soil was used to build exterior walls.

This project is a bit big and it probably won’t be completed in one or two hours.

So the villagers first measured the land to build houses, and the outer walls could only be built slowly later.

When villagers build houses, whoever occupies another family’s land must allocate an equal amount of land from their own land and return it to the other family.

Everyone agrees on this.

So today the whole village, old and young, came to Nanpo to select a base for their own houses on the planned land.

Yingbao took his younger brother and Yuanbao Huzi Wei Zhan to the small melon field in the bamboo forest.

Oddly enough, these melon vines not only survived after being transplanted, but also continued to bear fruit.

It’s just that the growth rate is much slower than in the black soil of Dongfu.

Several children looked through the melon leaves, looking for any ripe fish that had slipped through the net.

Jiang Wu and Jiang Jie were counting the melons. When they counted the second melon vine, they suddenly shouted: "Sister! Two are missing!"

Yingbao walked over to check: "What's missing?"

I really don’t know how many small melons are left on these melon vines.

“There are just a few!” Jiang Jie pointed to the courgette vine and shouted, “Yesterday I counted four of them, but today there are only two left, and they are still the smallest.”

Jiang Wu echoed: "Yeah! I've counted them too."

He and his brother counted together and there was no mistake.

Wei Zhan stretched out his head and said, "It won't be stolen by someone, right?"

Jiang Wu and Jiang Jie were so angry that they wanted to cry.

A thief came to steal their melons, even the ones that were not grown up. I was so angry.

Yingbao didn't pay attention and said, "If you steal it, just steal it. Maybe they don't know that this is an owner's melon field."

Jiang Wuhu went to count other melons and vines with a face on his face. This time, he found that the slightly larger melons were gone.

Not only were the larger courgettes missing, but also the cantaloupe buttons, which were as big as goose eggs.

“Sister, the little thief has stolen all our melons.” Jiang Wu raised his neck and cried loudly.