Upon arriving at the Village Chief’s gate, Zhao Yan quickly slowed his joyful pace to straighten his clothes. He still needed to keep up appearances; he had to maintain the image of being steady and reliable in the Village Chief’s eyes.
The gate to the yard was left open. Although Zhao Yan had been here many times, he still politely called out toward the house, waiting for someone to answer before stepping inside.
The Village Chief was sitting at the entrance of the main room, puffing away at his treasured dry tobacco pipe as usual. Zhao Yan strode right up to him.
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