Jing Feng had also approached his brother. The three men behind him had stopped the mother and daughter, and they had followed him. The seven of them gathered together and decided to chase after the mysterious savage. It seemed that the more people there were, the bolder they became.
They ran in front and chased after them. They had gone through high and low, winding mountain roads along the river bank. After chasing for countless miles, the people in front suddenly disappeared. Moreover, they did not go into the water.
Jing Feng and the other ten people did not dare to split up. They searched together for a while, but found nothing. They did not even find a single useful clue. They could only give up and return to the village. After the incident of chasing savages on this moonlit night, nothing else happened. Because the strange stories in the mountains were not something people talked about after a meal. The people in the mountain village did not believe or spread these things. If they wanted to talk about it, they just wanted to imagine how wonderful the life of the people in the city would be. The only memorable thing was that Jing Feng's brother had gotten to know the mother and daughter, and they had gradually become close.
"Brother! You're dating the Flower Snake Girl?"
"What? Can't I?"
"Hehe! Too good! However, it's fast enough."
Several days later, Jing Feng was dragged into the courtyard by his grandfather and brother to practice martial arts. Suddenly, there was a flurry of footsteps outside the main gate, followed by a knock on the Jing Family's door.
Grandpa Jing opened the door, and the old man was so frightened that he stepped back with a yelp. He looked panicked, and Jing Song quickly rushed over to support his grandfather. He looked out the door vigilantly, and his two black beady eyes lit up.
Six burly men filed in from outside the door. Hua Qianshan, Mu Zhuang, and Shui Yanyi, the three tycoons of Flower Creek Fort, were all here. Behind them were their lackeys carrying gift boxes.
"Are you…the new village chief going door-to-door to visit the villagers?”Old Master Jing pointed at the person with the help of his adopted grandson.
A tall and slender young man, who looked like a jujube stick, with a pointed head, a narrow face, a long nose, and thin eyes, said respectfully,"No! Third Granduncle…listen to me, this is a gift from your nephew. It's a French-Italian wine called 'Remy Noodles'!”
Jing Feng stuck out his tongue and asked his brother,"Brother! Is Italy a province or a county of France?”
"A…ah! What the hell! Not just a country!"
"Third Grandpa! Listen to me, we didn't choose a new village chief. I specially asked a friend to buy some wax apples, pineapples, and other fruits from the United States to show my respect to you and Third Aunt.”
"The lotus mist and pineapples are both produced in Taiwan, and they're even from China! Hahaha…you bought it from America and got fooled!”
Hearing Jing Feng's words, the black fatty and the short stone pillar rolled their eyes and ignored him.
The last person to present the gift was called the Internet Water Army. He gave a box of Hong Kong famous shortbread. Without much respect, he only said,"Third Uncle, our village can't do without a village chief!”
This troll army looked like a normal person. He was neither tall nor short, neither fat nor thin. He was dressed cleanly and looked neat and energetic. Old Master Jing seemed to have the best impression of him, so he asked him,"Didn't the election for the party members be decided yesterday?”
"No! The result was the same as the election of the entire village. The three of them had the same number of votes. It can be considered that they have encountered a rare opponent who is evenly matched in many years…"
"It's hard to choose between the three great clans…What do you want from me? When I was young, I couldn't be the village chief. When I'm old, I don't have that ability anymore…"
"We want you…no, we all agreed to invite Brother Jing Feng to be the village chief. He will definitely lead the entire village of Flower Creek Fort to…what,'build another floor of a thousand zhang tall skyscraper!'”
"I'm so tired!" A hundred feet higher, one step further. If they built a skyscraper in this mountain, wouldn't they be afraid that it would collapse due to an earthquake?”
Jing Feng had just finished speaking when his brother covered his mouth.
"No, no, no!" Old Master Jing quickly waved his hand. Feng 'er is a silly child. It's already a blessing that he knows how to eat, drink, sleep, and call me grandpa. I don't want to be an official!”
"What are you thinking, old man? How could a village chief be an official? Let Brother Jing Feng take the lead, that…be the leader, and the villagers behind you can run around and eat grass as you please, unlike being the leader goose, where there are strict flying rules on both sides and behind you…"
"Oh! That is to say, Feng 'er is the official and you are in charge. My silly grandson is the village chief but not the director. He is an official with no real power and no power…Isn't that a puppet?”
"Look at how ugly your words are! What puppet! If there's anything, we'll help discuss it and do it. It's all for the sake of the entire village!”
"I'm afraid it's to serve someone else, right? I don't agree, and my son won't agree to Feng 'er being the village chief. You guys should find someone else! My grandson is a silly child!"
"Brother Jing Feng, you're really smart! I don't think he's stupid at all! Elder, don't be in a hurry to reject it yet. Think about it for a few days. I'll ask you to discuss it with Brother Jing Feng and ask for his opinion. If he's willing to be the chief of the village? You know that there are many benefits to being the village chief! Many people were fighting to be the best!”
"Go! Whoever wanted to be the one to be the one to be the one We are determined not to! Only a ghost would care!" Grandpa Jing was angry. He threw the gifts to them and chased them away like a pig.
Old Master Jing didn't ask Jing Feng if he was willing to be the village chief. In the old man's eyes, his grandson only knew how to play.
At night, Jing Feng, his elder brother, and his grandfather were all deep in thought as they gazed at the stars in the sky.
Jing Feng was really a fool! Ever since his parents hired the most authoritative experts in the Northern Mountain Province to measure his IQ value to 69 using the " deviation method," he was the only one who refused to admit the fact that he was " stupid."
Jing Feng once chased after Jing Song and asked,"Brother Stone!" Why do you all think I'm stupid?"
"Aren't you stupid? Why is your IQ so low?"
"I hate that 'brick slack'. I can't even answer his question!”
"Then why is your study always at the bottom of the lake?”
"My heart isn't focused on my studies!"
"Where?"
"On the rock! Picture, text introduction, real object…"
"And fantasies…that's why I'm stupid!”
"You're not allowed to say that I'm stupid! Otherwise, I, I, I will also fall out with you! Li Yijun called me silly fatty since I was young. I didn't allow her to call me that, but she still did. She kept calling me that, but I ignored her and refused to love her. I would never love her if I fell in love with any woman in the world…"
Doesn't she belong to this world?"
"I-I-I don't think she belongs! She's a demon…"
"Silly! No, no, no, you're not stupid. I'm stupid!"
"Humph! I know what you're thinking…Do you know that the President of the United States, William Henry Harrison, was ridiculed as a fool when he was young?”
"He's just a fool! He knew that if he took the ten points that others had tested him with and did not take the five points, no one would choose coins for him anymore.”
"I…I'm a fool…Hehehe…"
" Fools are blessed." This was repeatedly proven by many examples from ancient times to the present.
Jing Feng was just like that. He was chubby, fair, and clean. His body was like a 1.8-meter-tall oil barrel, and his face was like a silver plate filled with a few small fruits. He had a small nose, a small mouth, eyes, and eyebrows that looked like four black dots from afar. His ears were quite big, and his yellow hair was very thin and sparse. If he dyed his hair white, he would look like a mature winter melon.
He spoke in a muffled voice, stuttered, and walked unsteadily and slowly. Wasn't it a blessing for such a lazy 'Living Buddha'?
After settling down, Jing Song's diligence became a habit. He immediately followed his grandfather to repair the orchard in the valley of Ten Thousand Flower Creek. Jing Feng, on the other hand, was still idling around. There were not as many hotels and karaoke bars in the city. Jing Feng's entertainment programs included climbing mountains and going down ravines, catching birds and hunting snakes. Jing Song would only follow Jing Feng when he went somewhere far away. This was also the arrangement of his grandfather. There were no big animals in the mountains, and the danger was neither high nor low. Jing Feng was able to deal with some things. Besides, it was time to train his basic life skills.
Although there were thousands of people in Flower Creek Fort, there were only four and a half surnames: Hua, Mu, Shui, Shi, and Jing. Because Jing and Shi had the same surname, there used to be five brothers and dozens of people. Now, there were only three old people, Jing Huai and his wife, and two grandchildren, one stupid and the other not biological. This family of four. Of course, there weren't many people with the surname Shi left. There were still sixteen households and thirty-five people in the village.
There were six groups in Huaxi Fort Village, with nearly 1,500 people. There were 13 villages, and Huaxi Fort alone had four groups, with more than 800 people.
It was another fresh and beautiful morning. Old Master Jing happily watched his two grandsons practice boxing. Jing Song was lucky enough to obtain a very precious Black Rattan Staff from the depths of the mountain forest. Moreover, it was made of three well-proportioned black rattan naturally rolled together. It was about 1.8 meters long, flexible and sturdy, and handy. Jing Song was so happy that he could not close his mouth. He practiced his Coiling Dragon Staff more than ten times a day.
When the old lady came to call her grandchildren for breakfast, she suddenly heard footsteps outside the door.
This time, the footsteps were very light, but the knocking on the door was very heavy. Grandma wanted to open the door, but Grandpa wouldn't let her. Jing Feng said to his grandfather as he walked towards the door,"He still asked me to be the village chief! Grandpa, no matter what they do, we can't stop them from entering the house!”Grandma smiled and looked at Grandpa, wanting to say,""Our silly grandson is right!" Dong Dong didn't say anything, but the door opened and a dozen crooked people rushed in, some of them carrying sticks.
Old Master Jing was furious and shouted,"What are you doing? You bandits, barging into someone's house?”
Jing Song also held his staff and blocked in front of those people. He frowned and shouted sternly,"Stop! If you take another step forward, don't blame me for being merciless!”
"Hehehe…What's going on? What was wrong with him today? We are here to welcome the new village chief…"
Mu Zhuang, Hua Qianshan, and Internet Water Army Yi, the three tycoons, popped out from behind the crowd and winked at each other.
"This is a welcome? Is this a kidnapping?" Jing Feng hugged his arms in front of his grandparents and said leisurely.
"The village committee can't be without a leader for a day. Brother Jing Feng, it's been a few days. Hurry up and take office! Otherwise, we really have no other choice but to let the militia carry you to the village committee with sticks. Hehehe…"
Anyone could hear the threat in the wooden stake's words.
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