The queen's vest fell off, I picked it up for you

Ying Liyang's generous shoulders shrugged: "Who am I? You don't deserve it. You don't know. You were born as the head of a village. You don't know how to benefit the villagers. If you stick to this bad habit, I think you will be the first one to be sent to the barren hills." It should be you."

Most importantly, as the head of the township, he even indulged a swindler who came to Qingquan Village to cheat himself.

While speaking, he confused the women present again.

The mayor felt that he was the biggest person here, how could he allow others to insult him face to face like this?
Even if he is handsome, he is a man.

"Who are you? How dare you talk to me like that? Do you know who I am?"

That gesture looks like it would frighten you to death.

As everyone knows, what kind of person is standing in front of him.

"Who are you? What background? Tell me." Ying Liyang's lips curled up.

The head of the township, with his toes high and proud, stretched his neck and raised his head, said: "I am the head of the township in this township, and my brother-in-law is the magistrate of this county."

"Hehe, so it's the county magistrate's brother-in-law?" Ying Liyang smiled casually, and then his face changed: "What's the matter? Today I see who dares to force the old man to go up the mountain?"

When Yun Mumu came out of the room just now, she saw this scene, and was overwhelmed by Ying Liyang again.

At this time, there was a dog leg next to the mayor, who whispered something in his ear.

All I saw was that the village chief's expression changed, and finally he gave that dog leg a big blow.

The dog leg didn't dare to do anything, so he backed out.

The mayor changed his face, and played the word "second counsel" to the fullest.

Smiling to Ying Liyang, he said, "Master, you are all foreigners, right? I don't know, this 70-year-old man is going to be sent to the deep mountains. This is something that our Qingquan Village ancestors have followed for generations. and descendants."

"fart."

"Really, last year, when I sent my father to the barren hills, guess what? My youngest son's eight-year illness was cured all at once. Do you think it's miraculous?"

"Is seeing a doctor when you are sick has anything to do with sending the elderly to the barren hills? Feudal superstitions are all lies, and only you ignorant guys will believe it."

Fatty Zhao raised the big chicken leg in her hand and shouted, "Young Master Ying is right."

Ying Liyang cast a happy look at Zhao Pangya.

It made Zhao Fatya think that he was discharging electricity to her, and she almost lost her grip on the drumstick in her excited hands.

The township head walked up to Ying Liyang, who was not as tall as Ying Liyang's shoulders, and the height difference made him look very funny.

He opened his mouth knowingly and said: "Mr. Ying, the mayor of the township knows that you have some abilities, but you are foreigners, how long can you stay here? Even if you prevent Mr. Zhao from going up the mountain today, what will happen after that? You can stay here for a lifetime ?"

His meaning couldn't be more obvious. Once you leave, Mr. Zhao still has to go up the mountain.

The corners of Ying Liyang's lips curled up slightly, and he replied unhurriedly: "You have reminded me that today I want you to abolish this feudal custom of deceiving people."

"You bastard, how can you change the rules left by your ancestors?" the village chief said angrily.

Ying Liyang: "You are old and pedantic, and you don't look too smart? How did you become the mayor? Did you become the mayor because of your brother-in-law's nepotism?"