Night falls.

It was dark inside the house, and it was dark outside.

"Well," the social animal senior student's swallowing sound seemed very obvious at this time, "were the lights on when we went out?"

"Well", Li Jianghe's eyes narrowed slightly as he adapted to the darkness, "Don't scare yourself, ghosts can't turn off the lights."

Even if one changes from rich to poor, the village will not be illuminated with primitive candles; electric lights are still necessary.

"Maybe it's not a ghost," the social animal senior's voice trembled.

"The west wind is strong, and the geese in the sky are calling Shuang Chen Yue, Shuang Chen Yue," Li Jianghe read.

"W-what are you doing?", the social animal senior student began to move towards the light switch.

"Warning off evil spirits", Li Jianghe was really a little nervous because of the social animal senior.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhh", at this time, the social animal senior who moved to the door suddenly shouted.

The light comes on.

The sudden strong light caused Li Jianghe to lose sight in an instant.

“Ghost, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah,” the social animal senior’s cry pierced the long night.

It’s really the sound of horses’ hooves clattering and trumpets blaring.

"Isn't it?" Li Jianghe was no longer calm.

"What is the ghost howling for?", the old dean's doubtful voice sounded, "I just went to the toilet, what's going on?"

"Ah, ah? Ah~", the social animal student took a deep breath and blushed.

"It's just that the lights went out and I was scared," Li Jianghe explained, holding his forehead.

"If no one is in the room, leaving the lights on wastes electricity." The old dean sat back at his desk.

Xu, the community animal senior student who had regained his composure, felt a little embarrassed and took the initiative to describe the strange gong-beating scene outside.

"Teacher, do you know what is going on?" At the end, the senior student asked.

The old dean raised his wrist and looked at his watch: "It's getting late. You can go back to your dancing posture and rest. You have to get up early tomorrow."

"Huh?", just as the social animal senior student spoke up, he was dragged away by Li Jianghe.

The next morning, the rooster crowed very early.

Lin Qiang was the one leading the way. In addition to leading the way, he was also responsible for "monitoring" the old dean and his party to prevent them from actually doing anything to the cemetery.

Waking up in the morning and seeing gray-white tombstones everywhere is not a wonderful experience even for a materialist.

The senior student asked Lin Qiang what happened last night.

Lin Qiang's face suddenly fell, and he frowned and thought for a while.

"Let's have a cigarette and take a rest." The social animal senior took out the Xuan Hemen Xuancai Bao from his pocket and handed it to Lin Qiang.

Although there are quite a few scientific researchers who are addicted to cigarettes, the senior social worker is really not addicted. This pack of Xuan Hemen Colorful is just ready to be kept in his pocket, and he will smoke one when the mood is reached. He may not be able to finish a pack in a month.

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Lin Qiang looked at the Xuanhemen Xuancai in his hand.

This cigarette is not expensive compared to those famous cigarettes, only about 20 yuan, but it is still much better than Lin Qiang's own Jinqiao, which costs only a few yuan.

Lin Qiang put away his cigarette and said, "Don't tell the village chief and others about this."

"I know, I know." The social animal senior showed his expected intelligence at this time: "We left after the inspection, just out of curiosity."

"This matter started hundreds of years ago," Lin Qiang lit a cigarette and puffed out a puff of white mist and said slowly.

It's different from the ghost exorcism ritual that Li Jianghe and the community animal senior thought, this is the conflict between the two villages.

The relationship between the villages is actually not friendly.

They were fighting for water and land, and there were constant quarrels.

Xiaohe Village and the neighboring Tongguantun have been fighting for hundreds of years, and there have been countless armed fights.

But after entering a new era, the crackdown on organized crime and evil is getting tighter and tighter, and it is no longer possible to fight by force.

The matter starts with overseas Chinese investment. Xiaohe Village is getting richer and richer due to cooperation with wineries, but Tongguantun has no overseas Chinese who can repay their hometown. In addition, the situation has been bad for several years, and not all crops are as good as cassava.

It’s easy to make a living, so we are getting poorer and poorer.

It was Xiaohe Village who started this gong-banging thing, no more, no less, just three times. It’s just disgusting.

Unfortunately, things have changed. After the overseas Chinese's winery closed down, Tongguantun somehow became rich by selling fried chicken. Now it was the turn of people to go to Xiaohe Village to beat the gong.

The main reason for this is that the winner of Xiaohe Village had a rather ugly face at the time.

The poetry, wine and pastoral are the poet's reverie, but fighting for water and fields, and being enemies of each other are part of reality.

The weak eat the strong. If you don't occupy the water, the crops won't grow well. If the crops don't grow well, in a feudal society, it would mean starving and taxed officials wearing small shoes.

"Fried chicken?" After hearing the origin of this matter, Li Jianghe suddenly felt that there was something familiar there.

"Fried chicken?", the senior student of social science and animal husbandry asked, "How can you still get rich with fried chicken?"

"Of course, if someone buys the delicious food, you can get rich." Lin Qiang looked at the senior student like a fool.

"Hahaha", he laughed a few times.

"Xiao Ji, come here and write down this, this, and this," the old dean called to the senior student.

"Hey, okay", he sighed.

Li Jianghe is still thinking about fried chicken.

The more I think about it, the more familiar it becomes. The more I think about it, the more familiar it becomes.

"Damn", he finally remembered.

Didn’t the uncle who sells fried chicken in the Cultural Park say that everyone in his village now sells fried chicken?

The famous Fried Chicken Village.

While observing the tombstones, Li Jianghe sighed at the wonder of life.

Went down the mountain for lunch at noon, but the old dean’s body couldn’t bear the workload.

Li Jianghe did not take a nap at noon. He bought a bottle of water at the village entrance and called Qi Hanyuan while leaning against a tree.

The situation is not optimistic.

Yuantai's technology has already been very mature. In fact, the technology of ink screen has been developing very slowly, and it is almost not lagging behind.

The difference is only in creativity.

And creativity is easily copied.

It will not be difficult to recruit workers after the Spring Festival, and Yuantai's factory is now in operation.

"Boss, you, the backbone, are not here at this critical moment," Qi Hanyuan said anxiously.

"It will be a few days before I go back. Is there any way to stop their production?" Li Jianghe looked at a dog in the distance that was raising its hind legs to circle the territory.

"No, boss, how can this be feasible?" Qi Hanyuan said, "Taiwanese investment is better than foreign investment."

"Then let's try another method first. I have always asked Lao Qian to build the community before, but he fishes for three days and rakes in nets for two days." Li Jianghe thought: "Tell him to change the person in charge.

In two months, I will see results."

"Yeah," Qi Hanyuan replied, "Boss, do you have anyone to choose?"

"No, but you tell Lao Qian that if he can't find the right person, he doesn't have to continue working." Li Jianghe was a little angry.

Li Jianghe hung up the phone. After the local dog that occupied the ground left, another one came up and occupied the ground with its hind legs.
Chapter completed!