I Was Called a Poor Widow, But I Relied on My Supernatural Powers To Fight Back In Ancient Times

Chapter 411 The village was stolen

Thinking of this, Bai Yunsong's face darkened.

"Don't worry about this. Since I have accepted this responsibility, I will definitely resolve the theft properly and won't let you suffer in vain."

 Hearing Bai Yunsong’s promise, everyone finally showed a smile on his face.

“Master Li Zheng still cares about us, thank you very much.”

“Yes, yes, yes, I’ll leave this matter to you. If you have any news, tell us immediately.”

Looking at the relieved smiles of the villagers, Bai Yunsong pursed his lips. Just as he was about to say something, he heard several clanging sounds.

Bai Yunsong looked at his father and held back his words.

The old patriarch held the dry tobacco bag, bent down and tapped it **** the leg of the chair. The oil on the tobacco rod that had finally come out was left with white marks.

Everyone's conversation was interrupted, and then they all looked at the old patriarch, watching him sit in the chair again, squinting his eyes, sullen face, and unconsciously swallowed his saliva.

 In the past, this old man really had a certain prestige in the village, but whenever he spoke, others generally did not dare to refute him.

 But now that I am old after all, I am unable to do many things.

 So, after everyone came in, they didn't take the old man too seriously. Now looking at his gloomy face, everyone was worried but not too worried. After all, he was no longer the clan leader and Li Zheng.

Since the old man has handed over the position of Li Zheng and the clan leadership to his son, it is natural for them to ask his son to deal with any problems. This is human nature.

 You can’t blame people for taking things easy. Naturally, they should take care of important things first.

 But now, everyone looked at the old man’s unsulliable face and laughed.

“I wonder what my uncle thinks about this matter? You always eat more salt than we eat rice. If you have any suggestions, you will get twice the result with half the effort.”

"Yes, if the old man steps in, one can stand up to two."

Listening to everyone's flattery, the old patriarch showed no unnecessary expression. He filled up the pot with squinting eyes, lit it slowly, and took a few deep puffs.

Hunting softly along with the smoke he exhaled.

“Haha~, it’s rare that you still have an old man like me in your eyes. I am too old and useless. I have made you not even say hello from the moment you walked in.”

Having lived in the village all his life, he knows better than anyone else what these people think.

　　Listening to the old man’s faint tone, everyone murmured.

"Ahem...look at what the old man said, aren't we in a hurry? We inevitably lost our sense of proportion. In the final analysis, it is all the trouble caused by those nasty thieves."

“Who says it’s not the case? If they hadn’t come into the village to steal, we wouldn’t have lost our minds in anger. Please don’t let me know the same thing as the juniors. We won’t be able to open the pot immediately.”

　　As he spoke, everyone looked sad and looked pitifully tight.

Looking at their pitiful appearance, the old patriarch took a few more puffs from his pipe and pot, squinted his eyes and coughed. Just as he was about to speak, someone rushed in from the door.

 “It’s upright, but it’s not good, and we’re going to fight.”

Everyone looked at the white man who rushed in and couldn't help but frown.

"What's the fight? We're talking about a big deal. Why are you causing trouble here?"

Bai Lezi wiped the sweat from his forehead, looked at the people in the yard, and spoke anxiously.

“How dare I cause trouble at this time? People in our village are fighting with the beggars.”

 Everyone: “…”

Bai Yunsong and his father looked at each other, then turned to look at Bai Lezi.

 “What’s going on? Speak slowly?”

 (End of this chapter)