Seeing Wang Youdao's back quickly leaving, Li Yuanjing couldn't help but frown tightly.

really.

The sword is not properly worn, and you are already in the world when you go out.

Even though he didn't expect to have a head-on conflict with a deep-rooted local tycoon like Xue Dashanren so early, however, due to this strange combination of circumstances, the established fact has become a reality!

It is no longer a question of whether Li Yuanjing thinks about it or not!

but.

Li Yuanjing quickly calmed down, and a calm light shone in his dark eyes.

at this time.

Although he and Xue Dashan have already settled their mortal feud, the Murong family has not yet left Fengcheng.

Furthermore.

It will take another three to five days to collect the autumn tax.

At least during this period of time, Xue Dashan should not dare to mess around as long as his brain is not kicked by a donkey.

But even so, Li Yuanjing's own precautions must be indispensable!

…

After sending Wang Youdao away, after thinking for a while, Li Yuanjing also had a plan in mind.

He immediately came over to greet the old village chief, Zhao Zengjin, and several older men with some authority in Quanzi Village. They were all coming to his house for a drink tonight.

As soon as the news came out, countless villagers were envious.

They gathered in front of Li Yuanjing's house and were unwilling to leave for a long time.

When Li Yuanjing saw this, he was not stingy and directly called Zhao Zengjin to call over Da Ya, Er Ya, Aunt Zhang and her mother-in-law.

Just hold a big banquet so that these villagers can share in his Li Yuanjing's happiness.

This moment caused a sensation in the entire Quanzi Village.

Everyone couldn't stop giving their thumbs up and praising Li Yuanjing for being "capable" and "not forgetting his roots."

Even Lu Gang didn't dare to say anything at this time.

The frost-beaten eggplant followed the lotus, and there was nothing else to do except look blankly at the sky.

What else can be done?

Now.

Li Yuanjing often faces people like noble princes and his old parents Zhao Bingchun. How can he, a mere commoner in Lugang, rebel against nature?

As the sky quickly darkened, the wine on the main table of Li Yuanjing's house had already passed its third round, and the dishes had also passed their fifth taste.

The old village head then also represented all the villagers and asked a topic that they were most concerned about:

"Yuan Jing, from now on, you will be the owner of all the folks in Quanzi Village. How will the rent for the coming year be calculated..."


Chapter completed!