"Vote, of course I’ll vote, for the next village chief election, I’m definitely casting my ballot for Wang Hao!"
" too!"
"Right, vote for Wang Hao, anyone who doesn’t is a grandson!"
Seeing Wang Hao had the intention to run for village chief, all the villagers present expressed their agreent.
They also hoped in their hearts that Wang Hao would be elected; at least, he led them in getting things done and becoming wealthy, which was a hundred tis better than Zhao Youquan.
But these words were extrely grating to Zhao Youquan’s ears, as if they were threatening his life, making him restless.
Zhao Youquan had been the village chief for three terms, and until now, no one had dared to compete with him.
Today, unexpectedly, a young lad in his early twenties had the audacity to challenge him and even received so much support from the villagers.
Suddenly, Zhao Youquan felt a sense of crisis.
"Wang Hao, you’d better watch your words. Do you know what my relationship with the town mayor is? You still want to compete with for the village chief position, not considering your own weight!"
Zhao Youquan said through gritted teeth.
Hearing these words, Wang Hao was instead infuriated.
"Then just wait and see who wins the next village chief election!"
Wang Hao was not afraid of Zhao Youquan’s threats; on the contrary, he beca even more convinced in his conviction to run for village chief.
As for the position of village chief, Wang Hao had thought about it before.
He’d always felt that Zhao Youquan, as village chief, was a stumbling block hindering the economic developnt of the village.
He pocketed every bit of profit, without a thought for the other villagers.
If one desired sustained developnt for the village and to lead the villagers to prosperity, this stumbling block had to be removed, and the best thod was for Wang Hao to take on the role of village chief himself!
Wang Hao hadn’t dared to voice this idea before, wanting to achieve so results before discussing it with the villagers and drumming up votes for himself.
But today, in the back mountain, he realized that Zhao Youquan was not just trying to suppress him, he was threatening his life.
If Zhao Youquan couldn’t let him have peace, then he would make sure Zhao Youquan felt threatened.
Initially, Wang Hao felt nervous, thinking the villagers might be afraid to speak out against Zhao Youquan’s authority; however, it turned out they were even more eager for Wang Hao to run for village chief.
Therefore, Wang Hao’s objective was achieved.
Zhao Youquan was now fraught with anxiety, like ants on a hot pan.
Because previously, no one in the village had stood up to him. Now, Wang Hao had returned, not only opposing him at every turn, but even declaring he planned to take his position as village chief.
Many villagers even said they would vote for him; it seed Wang Hao’s reputation in the village was slowly surpassing his own.
Truly, when the next village chief election ca around, it was uncertain whether he would be re-elected.
If Wang Hao really got elected as village chief, he would definitely encourage the villagers to build greenhouses on a large scale, whereas, when reflecting on his own years, he hadn’t brought the villagers any concrete benefits, focusing solely on exploitative endeavors.
The more Zhao Youquan thought about it, the more scared he got, and he didn’t dare to continue pondering the situation.
"Hmph! You just wait and see!"
Zhao Youquan left with those parting words, always seeking the town mayor’s help whenever he encountered difficulties, and this ti was no exception.
"Wang Hao, I knew you wouldn’t die!"
After Zhao Youquan left, Wang Xiaoer rushed over, patting his shoulder.
"Haozi, there’s good fortune after surviving great disasters; you managed to escape death this ti, were you blessed by the Mountain God or sothing?"
Wang Xiaoer’s dad also ca over with a big smile, sizing up Wang Hao.
"Haha, maybe so."
Wang Hao laughed.
In fact, he also felt like his luck was incredibly good, able to turn bad luck into good fortune every ti, and encountering so many miraculous events himself.
"That reminds , Wang Hao, you should hurry ho and check! Auntie just heard the village chief say you were dead, and she fainted from the shock."
Wang Xiaoer suddenly thought of Huang Yufen and the others and imdiately reminded Wang Hao.
After hearing this, Wang Hao also beca extrely anxious and ran towards ho.
Upon reaching his doorstep, he saw the courtyard was already crowded with villagers.
Everyone, having heard that Wang Hao had died, ca to comfort Wang Dazhu and Huang Yufen. After all, their family was quite well-liked in the village, and the neighbors ca to see if there was anything they could do to help.
But seeing Wang Hao standing at the entrance, everyone couldn’t help but be startled.
"In broad daylight, we couldn’t be seeing a ghost, could we?"
Suddenly, a villager shouted, and everyone turned to look towards the entrance.
Wang Dazhu and Huang Yufen inside the house heard the noise and hurried out, bursting into cries.
"Haozi, are you so reluctant to leave your mom and dad that you ca back to see us? But don’t scare the neighbors; everyone knows how tragically you died, but they don’t want to..."
"Dad, Mom, I’m not dead, just feel ."
Wang Hao knew his parents must have thought he had died and that his ghost had co back to visit them.
He couldn’t help but laugh and cry at the sa ti and quickly stepped forward to steady them.
When Wang Dazhu and Huang Yufen felt Wang Hao’s body warmth, tears stread down their faces.
"Haozi, you scared us to death, don’t ever do that again."
The two old people imdiately hugged Wang Hao and sobbed loudly.
The villagers were dumbfounded.
Everyone had heard from Su Zhenping that he had witnessed Wang Hao fall from the cliff, and Qi Shihan and Su Lin were also there at the ti.
But seeing Wang Hao now, he didn’t look like soone who had fallen off a cliff; aside from his clothes being a bit tattered, he didn’t have a single scratch on him, and the villagers couldn’t make heads or tails of it.
"To fall from such a high cliff and not die, could Wang Hao be protected by the Mountain God?"
The villagers started to wonder. If Wang Hao really had the Mountain God’s protection, then would the Mountain God hold a grudge against them for not leasing the land to him for his greenhouse?
Thinking this, so villagers started to have second thoughts, feeling a bit regretful.
Rural people, not much educated and often superstitious, especially so of the elderly.
As the word spread, Wang Hao beca known as soone blessed by the Mountain God, and his fa spread throughout Chen Village.
Wang Hao knew the villagers were superstitious, but he didn’t want them to spread rumors everywhere, so he briefly explained to the villagers how he had escaped death.
But so things just couldn’t be explained, like why he had no injuries at all.
Wang Hao skipped that part, without going into too much detail.
Despite his explanation, the villagers still believed that Wang Hao was protected by the Mountain God.
After the villagers had left, Wang Hao comforted his parents and sent them to rest in their room.
Then he returned to his own room to change his clothes and called Zheng Cailian in.
As soon as she entered the room, they embraced tightly.
Zheng Cailian, crying pear flowers bathed in rain, lay in Wang Hao’s arms while he gently patted her back, consoling her not to be sad anymore.
"Haozi, I was so afraid. What would I have done if you really weren’t here anymore?"
Zheng Cailian sobbed.
"Silly, what nonsense are you spouting! I will always be with you; I’ll never leave you in this lifeti."
Wang Hao caressed her long hair, soothing her with a gentle voice.
The two of them embraced for a long ti before they separated.
With blushing cheeks, Zheng Cailian sat on the edge of the bed, her eyes filled with love and dependency as she gazed at him.
Unable to resist, Wang Hao held Zheng Cailian’s cheeks and kissed her...
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