The word "good thing" comes from the old master of the clan, but the villagers don't believe it at all.

Over the years, these old masters of these tribes have only acted as a hero on their villagers and have never done anything that is beneficial to the villagers.

The third master saw that there were no villagers who agreed, and he continued, "I went to Jiumu West two days ago and found that the fields there were a bit of drought and lack of water, so I decided to lead a channel from the river in the north to the

Jiumu West, so that the family who have land in Jiumu West can benefit from it. Do you think this is a good thing?”

"Master Three, you have brought us all. Are you asking us to dig a canal?" A villager shouted under the wooden platform.

The third master sitting on the wooden platform said with a smile: "This is something that will benefit the whole village. Don't you want to dig a canal to lead to Jiumu West?"

"But our family has no fields at all in Jiumu West, and no one knows that Jiumu West is the land in your home of Master San. Even if we dig a canal, we will not be able to use it!" the villagers below shouted.

"nonsense!"

The third master's face sank, stood up from his seat, walked to the wooden platform, looked at the villagers below, and said, "The Farmers' Association has divided the fields, and Jiumu West has long been no longer the land for my family, Zheng

Third boy, is the land you have assigned to be in Jiumu West?"

Under the wooden table was a thin little man covered in patches.

He said with a bitter face: "The land is divided, but you still have to pay the land rent!"

"Where you go to farm, you don't pay the land rent, there is no place for you to farm without paying the land rent." The third master replied.

"But there are too many land rents!" Zheng San kid muttered softly below.

The sound was not loud, and the third master on the wooden platform did not hear it.

The third master retracted his gaze from his little boy Zheng, looked down at the villagers under the wooden platform and said: "Although digging the canal to Jiumu West will not benefit all the villagers of Zhengjia Village, you helped your family today.

The villagers of Xitiandi will help you next time, which is a good thing for everyone.”

"Okay, I'll go home and get the guy's style and go to Jiumu West to dig the canal."

Taking the majesty of the clan elders, the villagers who dared not resist left reluctantly. Some villagers were also reluctant to leave and remained under the wooden platform.

When the third master saw these villagers who refused to leave, he said unhappily: "Others have gone home to prepare tools, why haven't you left yet?"

"Master Three, our land is located in the thirteen dou of land in the south of the village. If you dig a canal in the west of nine acres, we won't be able to use it!" One of the villagers complained.

Hearing this, the third master looked dark and said, "Didn't you hear what I said just now? You are still a descendant of the Zheng family. I don't know if you can't be so selfish? Besides, I have said it, this time I will give it to you.

Dig a canal in the west of Jiumu, and dig a canal for other places next time. Sooner or later, it will be Thirteen Dollars. Why are you anxious? Maybe it will be your turn next time,"

"San Master, please be kind. In the past two years, the seedlings in the fields are so dry that they are so dry. If I go to Jiumu West to dig the canal, the seedlings in the fields will only be able to watch them die.

The whole family all hoped that this little thing in the field could barely live." The villagers cried to the clan elders on the wooden platform and told the difficulties at home.

The third master said with a dark face: "What do you mean is I forcing you all to death?"

"No, no, I don't have this intention. I just hope that the third master can be kind and allow me to leave behind watering the seedlings in the fields at home." The villagers knelt down halfway and begged.

Hearing this, the third master smiled slightly and said in a gentle tone: "It's not that I don't want you to stay, but the Farmers Association does not allow you to only care about your own small family. If you want to blame, blame the tiger flag. They asked Zheng.

When Jiacun established a farmer association, I actually don’t want you to dig a canal in Jiumu West, but I can only follow the orders of the farmer association.”

"Please, Master San, please pity me, let me go back!" The villagers knelt down and kowtowed.

Seeing this, the third master looked stern and said, "I said that it is the request of the farmers' association to ask you to dig a ditch to Jiumu West. What I said doesn't count, Zheng Chuang."

"The little one is." The strong man standing not far away walked forward.

The third master said to him: "These untouchables dare to make trouble here again, and disobey the orders of the farmers' association and do not go to Jiumu West to dig ditches, and immediately break their legs."

"Don't worry, the third master, the younger one must do the job smoothly." Zheng Chuang agreed.

When he turned around, he looked at the people under the wooden platform who refused to leave, and said with a grim smile: "I am not as bodhisattva as the third master. If you don't be honest in digging the canal in Jiumu West, don't blame me.

I'm not polite to you."

Zheng Balu is a famous scoundrel in Zhengjia Village. He relies on his thugs in the hometown of the clan and has done a lot of things to bully men and dominate women. In the village, everyone hates everyone.

Now that the identity has changed, he has become a peasant soldier of the peasant association.

Many villagers under the wooden platform were afraid of Zheng Chuang's power and had no choice but to leave.

Soon a large area was cleared from the wooden table.

"Why don't you leave? Do you think I dare not break your legs when I see you are a woman?" Zheng Chua looked at a woman fiercely at a woman under the wooden table.

The villagers around were almost gone, and only this woman had not left yet.

"Master Three." The woman knelt down to the Master Three on the wooden platform and begged: "I have been thinking about the friendship between the same clan for three years, so I will spare my family the errand to dig the canal in Jiumu West!"

Seeing this, the third master on the wooden platform quickly said, "Get up quickly, get up quickly, it's really hard to let you, a woman, dig the canal. This is how you are allowed not to dig the canal in Jiumu West."

"Master Xie San, Master Xie San." The woman kowtowed repeatedly thankfully.

The third master said again: "Don't be busy thanking me for now. Going to Jiumu West to dig canals is a task arranged by the farmers' association. Everyone else has gone, but it's hard to explain to others if your family doesn't go, but I'm thinking about it.

Your man was ill in bed and allowed you to take out four hundred dollars to take over your errands."

"Four hundred coins?" The woman looked bitter.

The man at home needs medicine every day when he is sick when he is bedridden. The savings at home have long been replaced by good medicine for curing diseases. He has long been left alone and cannot afford so much money.

The third master's face darkened and said, "You won't even be willing to pay for the money!"

"A man at home is ill and drinks medicine every day. He sells everything he can sell at home. He really can't afford it! Please beg the third master to be kind!" The woman begged with sad expression.

Zheng Chuang jumped off the wooden platform, walked to the woman, and said condescendingly: "The third master has given you a chance. If you don't cherish it, then hurry up and go home and wait to dig a ditche in Jiumu West.

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"Please be kind to Master San, please be kind to Master San, please be kind to Master San." The woman kept kowtowing to Master San on the wooden platform.
Chapter completed!