Rebirth of the Non-Mainstream Village Chief

Chapter 1 Return of the Protagonist
Nineteen eighty-three.

Lunar August.

Tenth.

rainstorm.

At the westernmost end of Gangnan Village, a [-]-year-old white and fat boy came rushing in through the rain, kicked open the incomplete door of a dilapidated old house, and shouted angrily, "Brother bully, run, run, the police are here to arrest you!"

Inside the room, the young man called Bully by the fat boy looked a little dazed. He held his foul breath for more than ten seconds, and finally let out a long breath, and at the same time murmured: "It must be reborn..."

The white fat boy was so anxious that he didn't even notice that the bully brother was looking wrong, and he didn't hear what the bully brother muttered clearly. He just took out a stack of change notes soaked in rainwater from his trouser pocket, stuffed them into the bully brother's hand, and tried his best to push the bully brother out of the door. "Run, bully brother, if you don't run, it will be too late."

The bully brother's name is Yang Rui, he is a snake, and he will be eighteen years old after the Gregorian calendar.When he was young, Yang Rui was nicknamed Hungry Ba by the elders in the village because he was especially good at eating. When he grew up, Hungry Ba became quite arrogant. He beat up a small fight every three days and a big battle every five days.

In the previous life, Yang Rui offended the village chief Chen Cangwei.It was on this day that Chen Cangwei set up a trap for Yang Rui. Together with the township police station, they staged a double play. In front of the village, a group of villagers were encouraged to stop the police, leaving time for Yang Rui to escape.The purpose is to add a more serious crime cap to Yang Rui's existing crime of fighting: absconding in fear of crime and resisting arrest.

In his previous life, Yang Rui, who was not deeply involved in the world, unfortunately fell into Chen Cangwei's tricks. Although he was not yet eighteen years old, he had to spend five full years in a labor camp because of this.

But this life...

Yang Rui thought for a moment, gritted his teeth, and ran out the door, into the rain.

Still have to run!

This happened to be the time for Y to fight, even if the crime of absconding in fear of crime and resisting arrest was removed, I am afraid that he would not be able to escape the disaster of imprisonment.As for the prisoner's meal, he never wanted to take another bite.

Although there are not many ways to escape from the village, it is not impossible to choose, but Yang Rui chose the route of the previous life without hesitation.Running in the rain, his figure was like a cheetah, and he disappeared in a blink of an eye.

The hill behind the village is on a half slope.

Wearing coir raincoat, Chen Cangwei led seven young and strong descendants of the Chen family who had been waiting for a long time, but when he saw a vigorous figure running down the slope, Chen Cangwei immediately reminded the descendants of the clan to cheer up and prepare for battle.

"Bully..."

Jiang Jiang opened his mouth, but saw that Yang Rui had already rushed in front of him, Chen Cangwei secretly shouted that it was not good, and hurriedly dodged aside.It's just that after the age of forties, it is inevitable that the figure will become fat and weak, and the feet are no longer as flexible as when they were young.

Yang Rui, who rushed up the hillside, punched Chen Cangwei in the face without saying a word. In his last life, he was chased by the police because he said a few nonsense words to this old thief and wasted time.

Chen Cangwei panicked, his feet slipped, he lost his balance instantly, and fell on his back.Although he was extremely embarrassed, he just escaped Yang Rui's thunderous blow.

On both sides, seven descendants of the Chen family quickly surrounded them.

Yang Rui's punch missed, but he grabbed the favorable terrain, twisted his body and flew up, and rushed to the front of the Chen's junior screamed, rolled down the slope, kicked again, and another Chen's junior curled up into a ball, clutching his belly.

The remaining five members of the Chen clan felt timid. They had seen bullies fighting with others before. Although they were fierce, they had never been like today, with all their moves being deadly.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Chen Cangwei was about to run away, but he was still a step too late.

Yang Rui chased after him with a stride, but kicked him to the ground with only [-]% of his strength.

"You are an elder in the village. I, Yang Rui, should have respected you, but you are insidious and despicable, and plotted to harm me. You are not worthy to be the head of the Chen clan, and you are even more unworthy to be the head of Gangnan Village..."

Yang Rui let go of Chen Cangwei, turned around and strode towards the top of the hill.

There was a thunderclap, and Yang Rui's high-pitched voice sounded again mixed with the sound of rain:

"Let's let you go today, but you remember it for me. Three years later, the village chief will be re-elected. I, Yang Rui, will definitely come back to take your throne as village chief..."

……

So, three years later.

……

Midsummer in June.

The sun was just setting to the west.

On the east bank of the Xijiang River, Zhaojiabu Ferry.

A handsome guy wearing a white-bottomed orchid collared shirt, light blue nylon flared pants, a pair of dark brown pointed leather shoes, and a pair of gold-rimmed sunglasses on his nose rode a bright red Xingfu 250 motorcycle.

There were quite a lot of people waiting for the boat at the ferry, but that guy didn't have any sense of public morality, he didn't want to wait in line at the back, and squeezed forward on a motorcycle.

"I shouldn't borrow it, I'm not responsible for being hit by a car..."

Such a bad behavior naturally aroused public outrage.

A strong man jumped out, pointing at the guy in dark glasses and scolding: "You have a lung, what do you expect?"

The guy with sunglasses stopped the car, put one foot on the ground, raised the middle finger of his right hand, slowly raised it up, and pushed the sunglasses onto his forehead.

"Gangnan bully, why, don't you agree?"

bully?

The strong man froze suddenly, and a picture flashed in his mind: seven or eight were fighting with one, but in the end he was beaten to the point of crying by that one...

Can't afford it, absolutely can't afford it.

The brawny man quickly apologized, and retreated aside embarrassingly.

There were also quite a few villagers from Gangnan Village in the crowd. Although they subconsciously warned themselves to keep a distance from this guy, any smile or warm greeting would probably reach the ears of the village chief, who might be retaliated against by the village chief.However, the charm of that bright red motorcycle was too great, first one or two came together, then three or four, five or six... A large group of people gathered around, asking for their health and caring for each other.

I haven't seen him for three years, this kid has really made a fortune, so he has to hurry up and get close, maybe he can get some good money.

Facing the incomparable enthusiasm of the fellow villagers, Yang Rui replied solemnly: "Well... ah, it is like this, my motorcycle is stolen, and this outfit is stolen, and the police are behind..."

Before the words were finished, there was a whoosh, and the crowd dispersed.Just to put it bluntly, this kid wants to be educated but not educated, and he wants to be crafted but not crafted. If he doesn't steal or grab, how can he earn such a coveted property?

Yang Rui smiled indifferently, tapped his toes, shifted to first gear, fueled a little, and drove the motorcycle slowly until he reached the front end of the pier, turned off the engine, got off, and slowly lit a cigarette... A person who is about to become a village chief can't be as knowledgeable as ordinary people. He has to keep a certain distance to help establish his majestic image.

The ferry sailed back from the west bank and slowly docked at the pier.

Yang Rui raised his voice and greeted the old man standing at the bow directing the mooring of the boat: "Uncle Qi, you are so old, how come your bones are getting stronger?"

Hearing Yang Rui's yelling, Uncle Qi turned his head and saw clearly that the young man on the pier was indeed his grandson, and immediately waved the long pole in his hand towards Yang Rui.

"Little brat, you didn't die outside!"

Naturally, the long pole would not fall on Yang Rui, the seventh uncle had frightened his grandson, but it was not enough, he jumped to the bank, caught Yang Rui, pinched his grandson's cheeks with his callused hands, and rubbed them together.

The ravaged Yang Rui's sense of happiness exploded at a high speed.

The seventh uncle is the seventh uncle of Yang Rui's mother's family.Grandma died early. In the village, the seventh uncle and the second uncle are the only elders who love Yang Rui the most.The young one calls the old one old and the old one calls the young bastard, which is the customary address of the grandparents and grandchildren for more than ten years. There is no element of disrespect for the old or love for the young.

Of course, if anyone else dared to call Seventh Uncle an old man, the bully Yang Ruicuo would roll up his sleeves without saying a word, and he would definitely not give up until he beat him all over the place.

After the seventh uncle had finished his addiction, Yang Rui opened the trunk of the motorcycle and took out a beautiful single-card recorder: "Immortal Seventh Uncle, let's see what gift the little bastard brought you..."

Seventh Uncle's face was full of disgust.

Although this thing is a rare item, it is of no use to the elderly. The elderly don't like to listen to music. What the elderly like to listen to is...

Yang Rui pressed the play button, and Cantonese opera singing came out of the recorder.

Seventh Uncle's eyes immediately narrowed into two slits, and while the little brat wasn't paying attention, he snatched the tape recorder.

Yang Rui let out a heck, and took out another canvas bag from the trunk, opened his mouth, and rushed towards Uncle Qi: "You old bastard, are you a bandit? Tell me you're sorry."

Although he only glanced at it, Uncle Qi had already seen it clearly. There were more than a dozen tapes in the bag, all of which were Cantonese opera and Cantonese opera, his old man's favorite.

The little bastard was already prepared, and he might not be sure if he tried to snatch it back. Uncle Qi didn't hesitate at all, and immediately gave in.

Yang Rui smiled and handed the bag to Uncle Seven.

"Old man, can you let your ferry wait for a while, I brought a small truck to follow, and I guess it will be there in about ten minutes." As he spoke, Yang Rui took out a pack of cigarettes from his trouser pocket, took out one, and handed it to Uncle Qi's mouth.

The brand that I had never seen before was printed in foreign languages ​​on the cigarette box. What surprised Uncle Qi even more was that the cigarette had its own mouthpiece.

"Take it easy, Seventh Uncle, this is foreign smoke, very strong!" Yang Rui lit a fire for Seventh Uncle.

Seventh Uncle took a few puffs, nodded in satisfaction, and it was right to charge, if the cigarette was not directed, would there still be excitement in smoking?
"You youngsters stay aside first, and then open the gate to release people later. My grandson brought a small truck behind, and we have to wait for him..." After the seventh uncle gave instructions to the crew on the boat, he turned to Yang Rui and said, "Our grandparents and grandchildren have the final say on this ferry, let alone ten minutes, even if it is an hour, the old man can afford to wait."

The ferry boat refused to open the gates for a long time, so people who were anxious to go home naturally complained, and some people who were closer heard the words of the grandparents and grandchildren, and secretly spread the reason.

Seventh Uncle raised his brows lightly, not angry but arrogant, pointing at the pole in his hand, the clamor and obscenities dissipated immediately.

"Immortal, don't be like this..."

Uncle Qi turned his head, with a kind and kind expression on his face: "I've been away for three years, and I've made a lot of progress, um, the hostility in my little bastard's body has indeed decreased a lot."

Yang Rui smiled and said: "You didn't let me finish my sentence. What you little bastard wants to say is, if you are an old man, don't beep beep if you can do it. Who dares to talk nonsense, just throw a stick into the river and let him calm down?"

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