Chapter 001: The Little Overlord, Suddenly Returning Home

The vehicle has no brakes

With a mournful wail, he fell flat on the tiled floor of the village chief's office, crying out in pain.

Who else could there be ... ... It seems that stuttering can be contagious, as the old postman also began to speak haltingly along with the village chief: "Wild ... ... Wild ... ... "

"Who ... ... who ... ... who?" The village chief looked astonished: "Who ... ... has returned?"

San Er, also known as Wang Jian, was picked up by Old Mu from a garbage heap in town. When he first arrived, he was only two or three years old, and his speech was not fluent. He wore a silver collar around his neck and had a sturdy appearance. At that time, everyone said the child was lost and suggested sending him to the police station. However, Old Mu was absolutely convinced that the child had been abandoned, claiming that the child was born with an illness and would not live past the age of seven, which led his family to discard him. Everyone insisted that the child was lost and suggested sending him to the police station, but Old Mu firmly believed that the child had been abandoned, asserting that the child was born with an illness and would not survive past seven, which caused his family to abandon him.

In March and April, it coincidentally coincides with the peak bloom of rapeseed flowers in the southern countryside. As far as the eye can see, apart from the distant mountains resembling ink splashes, there are only clusters of dazzling yellow rapeseed flowers.

Logically, when a person dies, the lights go out, and the matter should come to a close. However, on the day of Zhang's daughter-in-law's funeral, it just so happened that the wild boy was on winter break from high school. He was a busybody, and after inquiring here and there, he ended up causing trouble.

The originally tranquil scenery suddenly lost its peaceful atmosphere, as if the face of Mr. Bean had unexpectedly appeared on a picturesque postcard.

Later on, the old man also aged, spending his days basking in the sun at the door. He had little time to care for his child, who naturally became a bully in the village. Especially when this boy was around sixteen or seventeen, he practically turned the world upside down. He wreaked havoc from the West Village to the East Village, causing chaos everywhere, with both adults and children fearing him.

At this time of year, there are always a few students sketching on the stone bridge by the small river, either cuddling together or whispering softly. There are also tourists from afar, carrying their burdens, who come to this village where the locals have lived for generations in search of novelty. However, most of them do not raise their voices, fearing to disturb the tranquility of this seemingly secluded mountain village.

The misty rain of Jiangnan, how many dreams are shattered

Immediately afterward, the loudspeaker in the village crackled with noise, and then the voice of the village chief came through: "Attention all villagers, attention all villagers! The militia captain is at the village entrance, stop that dead guy, better to kill the wrong person than to let one go! Also... also, those with new brides, new daughters, or new mules and horses, hide them well, do not open the door!"

However, tranquility is called tranquility precisely because it can be disrupted

As they talked, a few people unknowingly walked to the only integrated primary and junior high school in the village. The young man named San Ge suddenly stopped and asked solemnly: "What about Teacher Mei..."

The older folks in the village all know that the old carpenter is actually a skilled man, renowned for his fine woodworking even in the county town. However, he tends to boast a little, claiming that his master served as a bodyguard for Duan Qirui, Sun Yat-sen, and Feng Yuxiang. He boasts extraordinary abilities, saying he can catch bullets with one hand and can take a life with a small pebble. He also claims to possess such skills himself, but insists that he has never been able to put them to use in his lifetime

The village chief, an old man nearing sixty, was wearing a pair of reading glasses and was engrossed in last week's news report. Upon seeing him like this, I quickly stood up to help him up, complaining, "What’s the rush... what’s the rush... what’s the rush... what’s the rush for a trivial matter!"

He was truly furious, immediately smashing the glass, tables, bottles, and jars in the village chief's house—anything that could be broken was broken, and anything that could be thrown was thrown. Then he stood on the roof of the village chief's house, cursing for an entire night. The scene was incredibly lively; even the village chief's son knelt down to plead with him, but he remained unyielding. Before leaving, he urinated in the village chief's rice jar, spat, and called them worthless.

Subsequently, this young man went alone to the ruffian's house. At that time, the ruffian was at home drinking with a few thugs, discussing how comfortable Zhang's wife was. In a moment of carelessness, he was suddenly knocked to the ground by a heavy object. The thugs in the room also met a grim fate; seven or eight of them had their heads shaved in a yin-yang style and were hung upside down from the beams, resembling cured meat. The ruffian in charge was even more unfortunate; all his teeth were shattered, leaving only one remaining, which was thrown on Zhang's wife's grave by the wild youth. If it hadn't been discovered early, he would likely have been buried alive.

The surrounding scouts were filled with gratitude, not daring to breathe a word, responding to whatever was said. However, the items this fellow brought were quite appealing. Although the village now has internet access, everyone is still poor, with only an old second-hand computer in the village chief's office. At first glance, this MP3 player and Swiss Army knife left everyone in delight, completely forgetting the village chief's words and drifting off to a Western paradise.

Every time this question is asked, the old carpenter definitely falls silent, and it works every time. However, the old carpenter has a particularly good temper and loves children. If an adult were to ask this, he would immediately walk away with a sullen face, but when a child asks, he always smiles and says: "Your wooden grandfather's eyes weren't blinded by a beating, but were pecked out by a wild goose"

He spoke while keeping his hands busy, continuously pulling out various intriguing little gadgets from his bulging bag and handing them to the surrounding scouts. As he distributed them, he said: "Big grasshopper, San Ge has always bullied you. This MP3 is for you; haven't you always envied that broken cassette player of A Gou's? We no longer need to ask him for it."

The small village amidst the rapeseed flowers resembles a picturesque scene from the brush of Guan Shan Yue, tranquil as if captured in a photograph, and beautiful like a vibrant poem. One can both hear and see; the sounds are the barks of local dogs echoing through the fields, while the sight is of the enduring blue smoke rising from the kitchens.

"It's easier to get along with girls in college." The young people nodded vigorously, saying, "Don't listen to your parents. Forget about working; just finish your studies, go to college, and you'll have your pick of girls."

Old man, I am back

The third brother suddenly squinted his eyes, then smiled and touched a nearby tree: "It's nothing, first love doesn't understand love. Let's go, take me to see the village chief."

"Third Brother, Third Brother." A group of scouts surrounded this young man, continuously asking questions: "Third Brother, is it easy to get into university?"

The young rascal became famous overnight, and people from all around looked at him as if he were a plague. Moreover, that ruffian developed a hysterical condition thereafter; upon seeing a young man of seventeen or eighteen, he would suddenly kneel down with a thud, repeatedly bowing his head, while muttering, "Grandfather, spare my life"

Through the old village chief's call, the young and strong militia members in the village rushed to the entrance, each wielding sickles, hammers, and long bamboo poles, and then they watched as a bicycle, absolutely speeding, slowly magnified in their sight... magnified... again magnified...

This mistress naturally came about in this way

The four years of peaceful days had almost made the village chief forget about this fellow, but unexpectedly... he has returned today of all days!

What exactly happened is something the children naturally do not know, but some adults are aware. Old Mu's eyes were indeed blinded by someone; this incident dates back to the decade of turmoil. Old Mu, who had always been honest and straightforward, was suddenly dragged from his bed one day to the playground of the town's middle school, where he was beaten without any inquiry into the situation. His eyes were blinded at that time by a belt buckle. It is also said that Old Mu was betrayed by someone, labeled as a lackey of capitalist counter-revolutionaries. The person who betrayed him is said to be his eldest disciple.

He did not walk for long when the old man also passed away. The old man's departure was of the kind that would never return. The old man was a decent person, but he had no family, so the villagers raised funds to give him a grand burial.

Oh dear! My goodness...

The village chief exclaimed, "That little rascal has returned!" The old postman spoke haltingly, "He has returned!"

It must be said that this country fellow, who neither consumes gutter oil nor breathes in exhaust fumes, possesses remarkable physical strength. The first to rush into the village chief's office was the only postman in the village, nearly fifty years old, yet he sprinted over three thousand meters at a speed comparable to a hundred-meter dash. Although he was panting heavily, his complexion was as rosy as that of a young man.

At that time, the village chief said, whoever can deal with this wild boy, he would contribute half a year's harvest from his own farm. Originally, it was believed that a generous reward would attract brave men, but this reward had not been offered for many years. Once, the situation escalated quite a bit; it was said that a bad boy from the neighboring village, who had been beaten by the wild boy as a child and went home crying for his mother, grew up to learn bad ways and became a local thug. One year during the New Year celebrations, after drinking too much, he insulted the new bride of Old Zhang's family in the village. Once, the situation escalated quite a bit; it was said that a bad boy from the neighboring village, who had been beaten by the wild boy as a child and went home crying for his mother, grew up to learn bad ways and became a local thug. One year during the New Year celebrations, after drinking too much, he insulted the new bride of Old Zhang's family in the village

The village chief was also blinded by greed; it was only later that he realized sending those little brats to confront that little tyrant was akin to sending sheep into the tiger's den. However, before he could feel disheartened, the door to his office suddenly creaked open.

It was not until a female university student came to the village for volunteer teaching that this young man finally relaxed his wild nature. He followed her every day, asking questions and dreaming of the beauty of the city.

As expected, the speeding bicycle without brakes rushed directly towards the face of the militia captain, Liu, who was at the forefront. At first glance, it resembled the three axes of Cheng Yaojin, but upon closer inspection, it appeared more like Saddam's guerrilla fighters

Upon hearing this sound, the village chief suddenly slipped and fell from his chair to the ground

Indeed, this young man, referred to as "San Ge," is actually named Wang Jian. The fact that he can be called a little tyrant and that everyone in the village, young and old, feels a chill at the sight of his scalp certainly has its reasons

Step aside ... everyone step aside !

Every time he says this, the children listening to his stories laugh and say, "Old Wood, you are impressive, but how come your eyes can still be blinded? Could it be a lie?"

After he left, Xi Liu inadvertently noticed the spot where he had just touched. On the tree, there was a faintly carved line of text: "Wang Jian will forever love Teacher Mei"

After speaking, the village chief also took off running, swiftly darting into the village's broadcasting station in just a few steps. What was surprising was that the usually stuttering village chief suddenly spoke fluently at this moment, as if aided by some divine force.

However, regarding the matter of the books, no one dared to tell this little tyrant, fearing that he would come back and insist on mourning for three or five years. But when he returned from summer vacation and saw that the old wooden spirit tablet had been set up, it was a serious matter. That very night, he went into a frenzy. Not a single piece of glass in the entire village remained intact; any dog that dared to bark at him ended up with a limp, and anyone who crossed him ended up in the hospital. In the end, it was that female university student, Teacher Mei, who managed to cure this wild child's madness. The next day, the person left without saying a word, and this departure lasted for four years.

Later on, some people said that Old Wood was almost beaten to death, but that day several small jeeps arrived, followed by many soldiers, who managed to save Old Wood. After they brought Old Wood, who was left with only half a life, back to the village, a person who looked like a high-ranking official waited at Old Wood's door for five days. He served tea, offered food, and did laundry, speaking to Old Wood every day, but each time he was driven out by Old Wood with a cane. After they brought Old Wood, who was left with only half a life, back to the village, a person who looked like a high-ranking official waited at Old Wood's door for five days. He served tea, offered food, and did laundry, speaking to Old Wood every day, but each time he was driven out by Old Wood with a cane.

The shout of the militia captain startled the mountain children, who had never witnessed such a scene, awakening them from their slumber. They quickly surrounded the young man who had intruded into their small village, leaving no room for escape.

The slender Liu, who had been knocked to the ground, initially came to block the door with great bravado. However, upon seeing the main person approach, he immediately became obsequious. He hurriedly stood up and patted his backside in a haphazard manner, saying, "Third Brother..."

Before he could finish speaking, the village chief's eyes suddenly widened, and he slapped his thigh: "Goodness!"

Village Chief

What are they running off to do? To report! The little tyrant, this harbinger of doom, has returned!

However, it must be said that this young man is indeed clever. With such wild energy, he actually managed to get into university, not just any university, but a prestigious one that offers tuition-free education.

Whether he was ill or not was unknown to everyone; in any case, this fellow had lived steadily to the age of 7. Not only did he live past 7, but he also became the little tyrant of the village. This child seemed to be blessed by some deity, possessing a body as tough as bronze and iron since he was young. He was not afraid of pain and had never been seen to bleed. Once, when he was about 8 or 9 years old, he got into a scuffle with a group of unruly boys from a neighboring village. Someone struck him on the head with a stick, but he remained completely unfazed. He picked up a half-brick and managed to scare off a 13 or 14-year-old boy, who ran home crying and refused to come out.

Originally, there was no evidence for this matter, and verbal claims are not reliable. Furthermore, that ruffian's family is also filled with ruffians, and Old Zhang is a spineless man. In the end, this led to Zhang's wife drinking pesticide in despair.

"You are still obedient, Liu. This is a gift from Brother San," said the young man as he pulled out a relatively new flip phone from a tattered canvas bag. "The year I left, you mentioned wanting a pager, but I have searched for a long time now, and even the paging service is gone."

The matter here must begin with the old carpenter from the village

As he was speaking, the child, regarded by the entire village as a fierce tiger descending the mountain, had already arrived at the village entrance, still shouting "The brakes are out!" and still full of vigor and spirit

He was dressed plainly, so plain that even the average rural migrant workers going to the city would feel embarrassed to wear such clothes. As for the style... what style is there? It was clearly the dull, standardized fabric clothing from the 1970s and 1980s, frayed at the edges. Although there were no patches, it looked nothing like a brand-name outfit. However, his pants were neat and tidy denim jeans, prominently displaying the BMW logo.

Upon seeing his expression, Liu felt a sudden shiver in his heart, and then he said tremulously: "Teacher Mei left early; I heard she got married... That day, I personally saw a small car come to take her away."

A person riding a bicycle that makes noise everywhere except for the bell, swiftly traverses the winding mountain road. They carry a somewhat old canvas bag, in which the telecommunications logo can still be faintly seen. On their feet are a pair of cloth shoes with rubber soles, the seams of which have come undone, and they are dirty, smeared with yellowish mud, giving the appearance as if they have stepped in excrement

He was howling as he rushed down the mountain road with a slope of forty-five degrees. Along the way, both adults and children, upon seeing this fellow from a distance, mostly took off running without a word.

On the day he left, the village was adorned with lanterns and streamers, and firecrackers were set off from dusk until dawn, and from dawn back to dusk. With his departure, the village not only bid farewell to a grandfather, but also found that there were a few more chickens left at home, and the eggs could be somewhat abundant.

Oh dear, tsk tsk tsk... The young man, without a care in the world, decisively abandoned his vehicle to save himself at the moment of collision with Xiu Liu. Now, looking at Xiu Liu, who is covered head to toe in mud, he cheerfully remarks, "I told you there were no brakes..."

However, the children in the village are quite different from the adults; regardless of their age, as long as they are not of the uncle's generation, they all call this wild boy "Third Brother." All the good food is reserved for him, and all the fun games are saved for him as well

On that day, just after lunch, when it was the perfect time to idly eat and fly kites, a voice that sounded like a thunderclap suddenly echoed along the rugged mountain path outside the village.

The high official has left, but those rebels have not returned to trouble the old woodworker. It is said that they were suppressed by that high official, and the scene was quite bloody. The suspected traitorous apprentice has also not returned; according to well-informed sources, he has gone abroad to work as a carpenter and has achieved great success, no longer caring for the old woodworker. Furthermore, the well-informed person also mentioned that the high official is actually the old woodworker's second apprentice