Marry a rough man!I became the stepmother of the soft and cute dumpling

Chapter 89 Village Chief Election Meeting
"The matter of Lai Hunzi and the little daughter-in-law must be resolved as soon as possible." An Xiaoxiao looked away for a moment, then sighed in a low voice: "It will be the day of the village chief election soon, and I hope nothing will happen by then."

Because of the village chief's meeting, Village Chief An uncharacteristically did not act as a demon, but organized the villagers to start decorating the ancestral hall.When An Xiaoxiao opened the door of the inn every morning, he could see him leading a group of villagers to the ancestral hall in a hurry. The red silk cloth and red lanterns, plus a string of red firecrackers, seemed to be more festive than New Year's Eve.

"With this posture, it seems that he is sure that he will be the next village head." Da Wu leaned against the door panel, looked at it strangely, and couldn't help but smack his lips and said, "Who is not busy with farming now, and this is the only thing that needs to make time for these things , I really don't dislike being tired and flustered."

Among the villagers, An Xiaoxiao sharply saw Wang Er who was following behind. At this moment, he was hugging the big red rooster, his brows drooping and his eyes drooping, like a wrinkled bitter melon.She couldn't help laughing, shook her head and said, "It's a little pitiful."

"Poor?" Da Wu looked at her in surprise, frowned and said, "If you don't have the spirit of resistance, you can only rely on others. Isn't all this self-inflicted? There is no such thing as pitiful."

It is rare for Dawu not to have a hippie smile, but to stare at the people walking towards the ancestral hall with serious eyes, and his tone is so calm that it is almost cruel.

Recalling how they picked up the hoes and were about to dig the field in the backyard of the inn, Da Wu really couldn't say the word pitiful.

An Xiaoxin jumped up, and shifted his gaze to Dawu's side face.

The clear line of the chin lost the decoration of the smile, and instead of being stupid, it became more sharp. Combined with Dawu's expression of neither sadness nor joy, An Xiaoxiao felt a sense of murder for no reason.

"Da Wu, some things can't be done without the spirit of resistance, and not everyone has the spirit of resistance." An Xiaoxiao frowned, stared at Da Wu's side face for a long time, put away her usual smile, she He patted Da Wu's shoulder, looked into his eyes and said, "We are just luckier than them, we must not lose our compassion."

Da Wu didn't answer, but raised his eyebrows, calmly looked away, glanced around, and said, "It's strange, why didn't I see Jiang Chao today, where else can he go?"

The not-so-small inn was empty and desolate, but Dawu later realized that there were only him and An Xiaoxiao in the inn.Feeling novelty, he looked left and right and said: "I went shopping, or did I go to see the dragon's veins again?"

For a serious person who goes to see the dragon's veins every day, he can change the subject without being so loud.

An Xiaoxiao rolled her eyes, didn't answer, turned around and went back to the backyard, and ordered Dawu to close the door of the inn, "Close the door, we will not be open for business these days."

In the blink of an eye in three days, the triennial village chief election meeting will be held on time.

An Xiaoxiao and Dawu got up late, and when they finished washing and arrived at the ancestral hall, the inside was already full of people, the middle row was the county magistrate, and next to them were four squires with different looks. At a glance, they are all familiar faces that I met in the town before participating in the competition.Village head An stood in front, and Cui Cui rarely gave up bright red and green, and wore a relatively plain dress, and the gold hairpin on her head was replaced by a wooden hairpin, she stood obediently by the side, not saying a word.

An Xiaoxiao looked around the crowd and saw Uncle An and Aunt An. She smiled and nodded to them, and turned her gaze to meet the county magistrate sitting in the middle.

The county magistrate happened to be listening to Village Chief An's speech. His expression froze and his eyes changed subtly.

Sorry, it's me again.

An Xiaoxiao understood his micro-expression, put her fingers on her forehead with a playful smile, and greeted the county magistrate, who looked away with a little disgust.

"Xiao Xiao, where did Jiang Chao go? Why didn't he come at this time?" An Xiaoxiao looked around the crowd, and Da Wu was not idle. He looked around, looking for familiar faces, and found that even Xiao The doctor didn't even come, and his head flashed, he grabbed An Xiaoxiao's arm and lowered his voice with some dissatisfaction: "Are you discussing something with Jiang Chao behind your back again?"

"Don't make trouble, watch with peace of mind." An Xiaoxiao grabbed Dawu's palm, shoved him on the shoulder, and made a booing motion at him.The next second, Village Chief An's voice sounded at the right time.

"Fathers and folks, the election meeting will begin soon. Villagers who are still interested in running for the election should submit their posts to the hall as soon as possible. It will be officially closed after a stick of incense."

Village head An and the county magistrate whispered a few words, and after getting his consent, they cleared their throats and stood in the center of the field.The villagers who were still discussing at the bottom stopped their voices at once, everyone looked at me and I looked at you, but no one spoke.

The audience waited in silence for a long time, and the stick of incense was about to burn out. Village head An turned his back to the county magistrate, and looked around arrogantly. The time is up, the village chief election meeting"

"Wait, I want to run for election." A thick male voice interrupted Village Chief An's speech. Everyone was still looking for the source of the sound. Uncle An held up his name post and strode out of the crowd. He bowed his waist and handed the post to the In the hand of the master book next to the county magistrate.

Everyone was in an uproar, and An Xiaoxiao looked at Second Aunt An beside her, only to see that she had a calm expression, a smile on her lips, and her eyes were rightly looking at the people in front of the hall.

"This." Village Chief An couldn't help but smile, and turned his eyes to the cigarettes that had been stained with ashes on the wooden table in front of the hall. He had a plan, and he walked to the county magistrate, pretending to be embarrassed: "My lord, The cigarette has been burned out, this"

The county magistrate nodded, and said calmly to Uncle An: "If you want to run for the village chief, you must know the law and abide by the rules. Now that the time for burning incense has passed, you can no longer be counted as your name."

Uncle An did not express any objection, and calmly nodded to accept the fact, but the anchor next to him suddenly stepped forward to make an opinion: "When the name post was handed over to the lower official, there was still smoke left on a stick of incense. According to the lower official's words, it should be Put him on the list."

The crowd was in an uproar again, the corners of Village Chief An's eyes twitched, he took a step forward with a smirk, and was about to argue with others, when the county magistrate waved his hand and unexpectedly let go, "Then according to your words, list his name on the list." Let the villagers vote in turn."

It was time for the county magistrate to speak, and no one dared to say anything. The yamen servant in front of the hall quickly removed the things and put the two cardboard boxes with a hole in the middle on the table in front of the hall.

On the left and the right of the box, the names of the two people were written on them respectively.

Except for the magistrate, all the villagers and squires present had a long strip of red paper cut into the size of a palm.The rules are very simple. All the people in Anjia Village wait outside the ancestral hall. The gentry votes first. After the gong sounds, the villagers enter the ancestral hall to vote and then withdraw. Only after everyone has voted can the two candidates enter the ancestral hall.

The yamen servants count the votes on the spot, and the one with the most votes will be the next village chief.

An Xiaoxiao huddled in the crowd and listened to the election rules of the general assembly, then smacked her mouth.

How to put it, just, the whole thing gives people a feeling of being both rigorous and not rigorous.

(End of this chapter)