Chapter 411 The Village Was Robbed

Thinking of this, Bai Yunsong's face darkened.

"Don't worry about this matter. Since I am the head of the village, I will definitely solve this theft properly and will not let you suffer losses in vain.

Everyone finally smiled after listening to Bai Yunsong's promise.

"It is still the head of the village who cares about us. Thank you so much."

"Yes, yes, yes, I will leave this matter to you. Tell us immediately if there is any news. "

Looking at the villagers' relieved smiles, Bai Yunsong pursed his lips. Just as he was about to say something, he heard a few clangs.

Bai Yunsong looked at his father and held back his words.

The old patriarch took his pipe, bent over and knocked it hard on the chair leg a few times, and the oil on the pipe that had been worked hard to get was knocked out with white marks.

The conversation of the crowd was interrupted like this, and then they all looked at the old patriarch, watching him sit back in the chair, narrowing his eyes, frowning, and swallowing unconsciously.

In the past, this old man really had a certain prestige in the village. Whenever he spoke, others generally did not listen. No one dared to refute.

But now he is old after all, and there are many things that he is willing but not able to do.

So, after everyone came in, they didn't take the old man too seriously. Now looking at his gloomy face, everyone was nervous but not too worried, after all, he is no longer the clan leader and the head of the village.

Since the old man handed over the position of the head of the village and the clan leader to his son, they naturally have to ask his son to deal with things, which is also human nature.

You can't blame people for being forgotten when they leave, so naturally, you should deal with the most important things first.

But now, everyone looked at the old man's face that was not gloomy and sneered,

"I don't know what uncle thinks about this matter? You have eaten more salt than we have eaten rice. If you have any suggestions, it will definitely be twice the result with half the effort."

"Yes, if uncle comes out, one is worth two. "

Listening to the flattery of the crowd, the old patriarch did not have any extra expression. He squinted his eyes and filled the pipe, slowly lit it, and took a few deep puffs.

He snorted lightly along with the smoke he exhaled.

"Hehe~, it's rare that you still have an old man like me in your eyes. I'm old and useless. I let you enter the door and didn't even say hello. "

Having lived in the village for a lifetime, he knows what these people think better than anyone else.

Listening to the old man's faint tone, everyone was embarrassed.

"Ahem... Look at what the old man said, aren't we anxious? It's inevitable that we lose our sense of proportion. In the final analysis, it's all caused by those hateful thieves. "

"Who said it wasn't? If they hadn't entered the village to steal, we wouldn't have been so angry that we lost our minds. Please don't argue with the younger generation, uncle, we will be unable to make ends meet soon. "

As they spoke, everyone had a sad face, looking very pitiful.

The old patriarch looked at their pitiful appearance, took a few more puffs of his pipe, squinted his eyes and coughed, and just as he was about to speak, someone rushed in from the door in a hurry.

"Village head, it's bad, a fight has started."

Everyone looked at Bai Laizi who rushed in, and couldn't help frowning,

"What do you mean a fight has started? We are talking about a big thing here, why are you making trouble here?"

Bai Laizi wiped the sweat from his forehead, looked at the people in the yard, and spoke anxiously.

"How dare I make trouble at this time? It's the people in our village who are fighting with the beggars."

Everyone: "..."

Bai Yunsong and his father looked at each other, then turned to look at Bai Laizi,

"What's going on, tell me slowly?"