Chapter 1375

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Protagonist:

Li Xiulan

Zhao Futian, this impoverished bachelor, opened his mouth and demanded compensation from Wang Xiaohua and Lin Aijun — this truly refreshed Wang Xiaohua's understanding.

"Uncle, we didn't touch your dog."

Wang Xiaohua hurriedly explained.

Zhao Futian, however, pulled a long face:

"You brat just picked up a brick wanting to smash my dog, don't think I didn't see it. My dog was frightened by you, hurry up and pay compensation!"

Wang Xiaohua still wanted to argue, but Lin Aijun hurriedly held him back:

"Don't wrangle with him; the more you wrangle, the more he'll make a scene."

Lin Aijun looked at Zhao Futian:

"Zhao Futian, let me ask you — where did the poverty alleviation pig we gave you last time go? You verbally promised you'd raise that poverty alleviation pig properly!"

Zhao Futian, however, said:

"What f*cking use is raising a poverty alleviation pig? I don't lack that little piglet; what I lack is a wife! You lot hurry up and have the government issue me a wife!"

Wang Xiaohua and Lin Aijun both didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and for a moment didn't know how to respond.

At this, Zhao Futian grabbed Lin Aijun:

"How about you become my wife? With a wife, I'll have energy to work; with energy to work, I'll be able to lift myself out of poverty and get rich!"

Lin Aijun hurriedly shook off his hand and said:

"Speak if you're speaking, but don't grab me! If you act out of line, I'll have the Town Government stop your poverty alleviation funds!"

Zhao Futian let out a dry heh-heh laugh and withdrew his hand:

"Anyway, I don't care — without a wife there's no point, so I'll just live one day at a time."

Wang Xiaohua then said:

"Uncle, haven't you got it backwards? You have to lift yourself out of poverty first, and only then can you find a wife — not find a wife first, then go lift yourself out of poverty."

Zhao Futian, however, answered irrelevantly:

"If I could find a wife, would I still need you to help me out of poverty? I'm telling you, the simplest, most effective way to get me out of poverty is to find me a wife!"

Lin Aijun said impatiently:

"Alright, alright, we know your situation. I'll go back and report it to the Leader."

Lin Aijun didn't want to entangle further with Zhao Futian; her face couldn't help but reveal her disdain for Zhao Futian.

But this is normal too — with Zhao Futian's shameless mug, who could like him?

Even the last shred of sympathy in one's heart would be worn away completely by his shameless mug.

Zhao Futian then said:

"That's what you said — next time you come over, if you don't bring a wife for me, I'll set the dog on you!"

Wang Xiaohua didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

This time he'd already set the dog on him and Lin Aijun, okay.

Lin Aijun then perfunctorily replied:

"Next time we come, we'll talk to you then; for now, let's leave it at this."

Lin Aijun, bringing Wang Xiaohua, turned to leave.

At this moment Zhao Futian grabbed Wang Xiaohua again:

"She can go, but you can't go."

Wang Xiaohua was surprised:

"Why can't I go?"

Zhao Futian said with righteous confidence:

"You just frightened my dog, and you haven't compensated me yet!"

Wang Xiaohua didn't know whether to laugh or cry:

"Uncle, I'm from Shanggou Village, that counts as a fellow villager; there's no need to screw me over like this, right?"

Zhao Futian looked Wang Xiaohua up and down:

"You're from Shanggou Village? Which family's kid in Shanggou Village?"

Wang Xiaohua answered truthfully:

"Wang Zhanggen."

At this, Zhao Futian suddenly realized:

"Oh! Wang Zhanggen's kid! Your dad even treated me to a banquet before — do you still remember?"

Wang Xiaohua heh-heh laughed:

"I have a bit of an impression, a bit of an impression……"

Wang Xiaohua thought that with this connection, Zhao Futian would let him off.

Unexpectedly, Zhao Futian said:

"Since we're fellow villagers, alright then — just give me ten yuan and I'll let you go. After all, you're already an official; you can casually embezzle a few million, so giving me ten yuan is nothing, right!"

Wang Xiaohua was instantly stunned: "No, who told you that being an official means you can casually embezzle a few million?"

Zhao Futian, however, insisted with righteous confidence:

"Isn't that how they act on TV? Cut the crap and hand over the money! If you weren't a fellow townsman, you wouldn't leave without fifty or a hundred! Asking for ten yuan, I'm already being very conscientious!"

Wang Xiaohua was rendered speechless by him.

Lin Aijun wanted to give in, and she said to Wang Xiaohua:

"How about you give him ten yuan and be done with it? We still have to go to other places."

However, Wang Xiaohua knew that once an opening was made for this matter, it would be hard to handle afterwards.

Today they extort ten, tomorrow twenty, and from then on it would only become more and more pushing one's luck.

So Wang Xiaohua simply spread his hands:

"Fine, I'm not leaving. I'll just stay at your place."

Wang Xiaohua directly fell back into Zhao Futian's house, moved out a worn little stool, and just sat down.

He stayed put and refused to leave.

Then he also said:

"If my dad's spirit in heaven knew, he'd definitely come here tonight to find you!"

Now it was Zhao Futian's turn to be unhappy.

He didn't want to be haunted by Wang Zhanggen's ghost!

After all, Wang Zhanggen was a Plague God; even dead he still took away seven villagers — this is something known throughout the Ten Villages Eight Hamlets!

"If you don't leave, I don't have extra space for you to sleep!"

Wang Xiaohua said coldly:

"I'll just sleep in your living room, and by the way I can supervise you 24 hours a day to help you achieve poverty alleviation."

Zhao Futian said with a face full of dislike:

"Scram, scram, scram! You freeload at my place and won't leave, then I'd have to feed and house you. I can barely eat my fill and live decently myself, I can't afford to raise you, this stinking brat. Hurry up and scram! If this young lady came to supervise me 24 hours a day, I'd be willing!"

Wang Xiaohua smiled:

"That's what you said, so I'm leaving."

Wang Xiaohua stood up, patted his buttocks, and then left together with Lin Aijun.

Lin Aijun couldn't help but look at Wang Xiaohua with new eyes.

"You kid are something, managing to go toe-to-toe with Zhao Futian like that. Zhao Futian is a famous rogue and scoundrel; previous poverty alleviation colleagues were cheated by him plenty!"

It was precisely because previous colleagues who came were cheated plenty by Zhao Futian that later colleagues all treated Zhao Futian perfunctorily.

Aside from some necessary work, they would come offer a couple words of condolence, and other matters they no longer bothered with Zhao Futian.

Even some routine return visits were just a glance from afar, confirm he wasn't dead, then directly go back — they didn't even step through his door.

Wang Xiaohua then said:

"Dealing with this kind of person, you can't reason with them; you must repay the person with their own methods!"

Lin Aijun, however, said:

"Easy to say, but hard to do. The poor households we need to focus on aren't just his one family; work is very busy. Where would we find so much time to wrangle with him!"

Lin Aijun's words were also very reasonable.

The Town Poverty Alleviation Office has limited manpower; if we wrangle with Zhao Futian like this, other work basically can't be carried out.

At this time Wang Xiaohua finally gradually felt that this work was also not as easy as imagined.

It not only requires enormous patience, but also needs some skill.

Otherwise just doing poverty alleviation work by routine, the majority of poor households probably can't escape poverty.

First, because current poor households, the majority are originally lazy and gluttonous guys.

Second, these poverty alleviation targets actually don't trust the Poverty Alleviation Office people much either, and even carry hostility.

It is precisely because of distrust that the poverty alleviation pigs issued down aren't readily raised, but instead they choose to directly eat them or sell them.

Because nobody knows whether these poverty alleviation pigs, once raised big, can really sell for a good price. Although the government side gave a promise: as long as they're raised big, they'll recycle their pigs at a price 10% above market price.

However, for this kind of promise requiring long-term investment, the majority of people don't believe it.

"Looks like, poverty alleviation must start with aspiration — this saying is truly not false!"

Wang Xiaohua couldn't help but sigh with emotion.

Lin Aijun then said:

"Those with aspiration don't need help; it's precisely these without aspiration who are mud that cannot support the wall!"

Lin Aijun finished venting, but also didn't take Zhao Futian to heart. She said:

"Go, to the next household!"