"Zhou Rong, are you still from Zhoujia Village?" Zhou Qian asked sternly, the pride in his eyes long gone.

If you look carefully, there is even a hint of fear in it.

If the Zhou family is really not from Zhoujiacun, then who should the quota assigned by him be?

Thinking of this, he felt bad all over.

Seeing that Zhao Zhelin had told the story, Zhou Rong did not deny it, but explained kindly: "Yes, our family has moved to Nanquan Village!"

"Why don't I know?" As the village chief, why don't he know?

"Why should I let you know?" Zhou Rong asked back: "Because my family has produced rice seedlings, the county magistrate specifically ordered our family to move to Nanquan Village, and then let all the villagers in Nanquan Village start from next year.

Try growing two-crop rice. If you think it’s not possible, go and tell the county magistrate yourself!”

Zhou Qian's whole body was trembling.

Two crops of rice!

That was the achievement he was interested in, the achievement he wanted the county magistrate to see, but it turned out to be that of another village.

"You promised before that you would give it to Zhoujiacun," he said harshly.

"Why should I give it to you?" Mrs. Chen suddenly exploded, looked at Zhou Qian and cursed: "You want our family to be destroyed, why should we help you? The people in the village are hostile to us because of you, so we left.

It’s okay if it’s not an eyesore, right!?”

Can't!

Zhou Qian wanted to say something, but when he saw the angry looks in his family's eyes last week, he was speechless and couldn't say a word.

How arrogant he was when he came in, how embarrassed he is now.

The labor quota and the two crops of rice that the villagers were looking forward to were all gone.

Thinking of this, he trembled all over.

The villagers need to know that this happened because of him. Can he still have a good life?

"No," he suddenly came back to his senses when he thought of something, "You can't give up everything here, your family has no money!"

How much money will be spent on moving and buying land?

That's why he felt that everything about the Zhou family was in his hands.

"They don't have any money, but I do!" Zhao Zhelin said in a very arrogant tone.

"Why did you give them money?" Zhou Qian stared at them, wishing he could fight them.

All his plans were ruined by others.

"They sold me the land and house, so of course I have to give them money!"

Isn't this natural?

Zhou Qian was so angry that he almost vomited blood at his understatement.

He is the village chief of Zhoujia Village. He doesn't know why so many things happened.

Seeing Zhou Qian's devastated and disbelieving look, Zhou's family felt particularly relieved.

"Just wait for me, this matter is not over yet!" Zhou Qian said harshly and left in embarrassment.

None of the Zhou family took his words to heart.

What can he do!

It's possible that the Zhong family can still intervene in labor matters.

If we really intervene, it will be okay and just give the county magistrate a chance.

"Just leaving like that?" Zhao Zhe said in a circle.

"Otherwise?" Zhou Rong asked speechlessly.

"I saw that he came in a very aggressive manner and was talking arrogantly. I thought he was so powerful, so I just wanted to help you. I didn't expect that with just two words, he would leave?" Until now, he still can't believe it.

Woolen cloth.

Xi Yao was speechless: "I am just the head of a village. I have never seen the world. I think I am so powerful just because I am the head of a village. How do I know that there are twists and turns outside? Don't scare me with your appearance today."
Chapter completed!