As he spoke, the old village chief took out the barren mountain title deed made of silk silk from his bosom and handed it to Fusheng, who was a little stunned.

The old village chief held the deed of the barren mountain in his hand, held the hope of the whole village, and what he said was serious, this is to officially hand over power.

Yao Tiantian didn't know what kind of agreement had been between his uncle and the old village chief, the old village chief was full of praise for his uncle, and his appreciation and respect were overflowing, and he remembered his death, but he didn't feel too sad. And in the matter of the successor of the village chief of Yangjiatun, the attitude of the two is also surprisingly consistent, the uncle is strategizing behind the scenes to sharpen Fusheng, and the old village chief is watching from the sidelines to investigate.

Now, the uncle cheated his death and escaped, and the old village chief, with respect for his old friend, officially handed over Yang Jiatun to the successor they jointly selected. It seems that the uncle still has a foreshadowing for his departure, at least the old village chief has a faint feeling, so that he can be so calm after he leaves, and continue to do what the two have been doing tacitly.

Yao Tiantian understood what the old village chief meant, and thought a lot about it, so he didn't speak for a while. And Fusheng, as the protagonist, couldn't be calm anymore, he was so anxious that he grabbed the sleeve of the old village chief, "Old village chief, please take back your life, I, I can't afford it!" ”

Fusheng said eagerly, the old village chief examined him, understood that his excuse was not polite, he couldn't help but have a serious expression, and asked, "But what difficult things have you encountered?" ”

Before Fusheng could speak, his good brother Da Zhuang crackled for him, "No, the old village chief, you are too difficult for Fusheng!" The ancestral ration land in our village was taken away by the Huang family, and the barren mountain that was finally opened up was planted with buckwheat and destroyed by others. Although we reorganized the land in time, there are not many buckwheat seeds left, and we missed the season of planting corn buds. ”

After Da Zhuang finished talking about these practical difficulties, he looked at the barren mountain title deed held in the old village chief's hand, and unwillingly hugged his good brother and said, "I have also seriously thought about it, Fusheng is also qualified to be the patriarch of our Yangjiatun." However, it is difficult for Qiaofu to cook without rice, in this case, what do you always ask the old village chief Fusheng to take for the villagers to eat? ”

After patiently listening to Da Zhuang, the smile on the old village chief's face did not change, he stared at Fusheng's face and asked, "Do you think so too?" ”

"In front of the old village chief, Fusheng didn't dare to hide it" Fusheng glanced at the barren mountain title deed in the old village chief's hand with some reluctance, his face was slightly entangled, but his expression was still solemn, and he calmly met the old village chief's scrutinizing gaze.

After a pause, Fusheng said honestly, "Although Fusheng also had these extravagant expectations, he knew that he was still young and not enough to take on the big responsibility, especially Yangjiatun is now facing many problems, which are not something that Fusheng can solve now." If you blindly covet fame and accept the entrustment of the old village chief, I am afraid that you will harm the villagers. ”

After listening to Fusheng's words, the old village chief was not angry but happy, he nodded again and again, and said with relief, "Well, not bad, not bad." It is worthy of Mr. Yao's ****, who knows how to focus on the overall situation, weigh the pros and cons, and are not greedy for merit. ”

Seeing that the old village chief was full of confidence and was not in a hurry at all, Da Zhuang muttered with infinite annoyance and sadness, "If Mr. Yao is still here, I am not worried, Mr. will always have a way." But now, hey......"

"Hehe, Da Zhuang Mo Chou" The old village chief didn't care about his free hand and patted Da Zhuang's shoulder, and said confidently, "Mr. Yao left, but Xiao Tianniu is still there, Xiao Tianniu is so smart, there will definitely be a way to solve the suffering in front of her, isn't it?" ”

The old village chief was originally talking to Da Zhuang, but in the end, he turned his eyes and turned his gaze to Yao Tiantian's face with anticipation and inquiry.

Originally, this was the old patriarch of Yangjiatun who was inheriting his power, talking to his heir, and Yao Tiantian, who felt ashamed of everyone in Yangjiatun, didn't want to interject, and shouldn't have intervened. However, what she didn't expect was that the old village chief actually pulled the topic to her head while talking.

The old village chief came to confirm Yao Tiantian's guess just now, the old village chief must know something about his uncle Yao Runzhi or their Yao family, otherwise he would not rashly pin the hopes of the whole village on a little girl in her early tens.

In fact, as early as when Da Zhuang said that buckwheat seeds were not enough, Yao Tiantian was thinking about the solution, and the reason why she chose to let the villagers use the method of sowing was because of the current situation in Yangjiatun at that time: first of all, there were enough buckwheat seeds at that time, enough for everyone to sow; The second is that at that time, the second housekeeper of the Huang Mansion promised that everyone could go to the Huang family hunting ground to do short-term work to make money, in order to save everyone's time, sowing is the most convenient and fast way to sow seeds.

Now, the situation has changed, buckwheat seeds are not sufficient, and the Huang family has quit everyone's job, and everyone has a lot of time to cultivate in the fields, so it is naturally the most suitable method to use on-demand sowing.

Yao Tiantian had already thought of an idea, but she didn't want to interrupt at such a solemn moment as the old village chief's power inheritance. Now, since Fusheng didn't dare to take over the position of the village chief because of this problem, the old village chief asked Yao Tiantian by name, and she naturally couldn't be silent any longer.

Yao Tiantian cleared her throat and said slowly without concealment, "If you are worried that there are not enough buckwheat seeds, we can actually save some use, as long as everyone is more meticulous and puts more effort, the buckwheat grown is more uniform and better." ”

"Really?" Fusheng's eyes lit up, and he shouted out first, he took two steps in front of Yao Tiantian, and asked seriously, "How do you do it, and ask Tianniu to guide me, everyone in Yangjiatun is grateful!" ”

Fusheng is so serious and thankful, and he also represents the villagers of Yangjiatun, and there is already a little bit of Yangjiatun as a family. The old village chief, who was left aside, stuffed the barren mountain land deed in his hand into Fusheng's hand, and said with a smile, "Okay, since the problem in front of you has been solved, you can lead the big guy to do it steadily, and my old bones can finally enjoy a few days of blessings." ”

After speaking, the old village chief didn't say anything arrogant with Fusheng's lips, he turned around and left the village school with his hands behind his back. The old village chief walked briskly, and seemed to have finally unloaded the burden of a thousand catties, and hummed an unknown song with ease.

Fusheng solemnly put the barren mountain title deed into his arms, looked at the back of the old village chief who was leisurely gone, and said loudly, "Please rest assured that the old village chief will not let you down, and will not let the old folks of Yangjiatun down." ”

"When every family in Yangjiatun lives a prosperous life, it will be the day when you go to the old ancestral hall to kowtow to your ancestors. The prosperity of our Yangjiatun is in your generation. The old village chief didn't look back, but his earnest voice of encouragement was clearly sent back and sent to Fusheng's heart.

Although the old village chief couldn't see it, Fusheng's whole face was tense, and he solemnly promised, "I, Yang Fusheng was born and grew up in Si, and has been taught by Mr. Yao for many years, I will definitely live up to the expectations of the elders, and I will definitely make Yangjiatun more prosperous!" ”

Fusheng's promise with his determination echoed above Yangjiatun for a long time, and also echoed in the ears of the villagers in Yangjiatun who got up early, and echoed in everyone's hearts, and this promise also officially announced the birth of the new young patriarch of Yangjiatun.

Everyone invariably stopped what they were doing, looked in the direction of the sound, and slowly gathered in front of the former village school courtyard, and rushed to participate in the first meeting of the rest of their lives after the Yangjiatun catastrophe to welcome their nirvana rebirth.

"It was Fusheng of the Qiu busy family who spoke loudly just now, right?"

"Don't you dare to call it that, now you should be called the head of Fusheng Village."

"Fusheng Village Chief? This name is really a bit awkward.,The child who used to be bouncing in front of me.,In the blink of an eye, he became the head of the village.,It's a little uncomfortable for a while.。 ”

"Don't be afraid of being young, our old village chief was about the same age as Fusheng when he first became the village chief, you see that he has been in power for decades, isn't that thing for the big guy?"

"That's it, that is, the age of Huisheng is not very old, but he is Mr. Yao's ****, leading everyone to open up wasteland and farming, this pile of piles, which one is not made beautiful?"

Facing the villagers who gathered together, the young village chief Fusheng, who had just taken office, looked a little cramped, and he glanced at Yao Tiantian on the side with some unconfidence, Yao Tiantian nodded at him, and quietly made a triumphant gesture.

Regardless of whether Fusheng understood the sign language or not, Yao Tiantian still whispered to him, "Uncle has praised you many times for being cautious and thoughtful, and you have also won beautiful in several fights with Yang Haifu, and the last time you led everyone to plant buckwheat, it was even smoother, and the old village chief saw it clearly, so he handed over this burden to you, I believe you!" ”

Yao Tiantian's encouragement and affirmation finally dispelled the last trace of panic in Fusheng's heart, he calmly stretched out his arms, and after everyone's discussion became smaller, he said loudly, "Fellow villagers and elders, everyone has watched me grow up, how to call it or what to call it." I, Yang Fusheng, am young, thanks to the trust of the elders, temporarily acting as the village head, there is something inappropriate, please criticize and correct the villagers, and we will work together to make Yangjiatun's tomorrow better. ”

"Okay, that's right, let's listen to Fusheng. What to do next, Fusheng, just say it! "Someone in the crowd should be the first to join.

"Yes, listen to Fusheng."

"Everyone listens to Fusheng."