Chapter 6

Although Chen Hongfu called Damn Lu Dawang a "son-of-a-bitch" every other sentence, he was still very satisfied in his heart that this matter could be resolved this way.

Su Xinghui returned to his dormitory. His roommate, Wan Xing'an, had also returned. Wan Xing'an was one year older than Su Xinghui and was a staff member at the township agricultural economy station. His home was in Qishuping, more than ten kilometers away from the township government, so he had always lived in the single staff dormitory of the township government, sharing a room with Su Xinghui.

Wan Xing'an was a technical secondary school graduate and had been working at the township government for three years. After Su Xinghui arrived, he had been quite helpful to him. Last night, after drinking at Hu Chengli's house, he also stayed there to play mahjong. There was no other way; this place was too idle, and there were too few entertainment programs. Therefore, almost everyone knew how to play mahjong, and playing mahjong was also an important means of social interaction here, so it was hard to get along in the countryside if you didn't know how to play.

Wan Xing'an lay sprawled on his bed. Seeing Su Xinghui come in, he asked, "Xinghui, I heard that Damn Lu Dawang drank poison at our entrance this morning and was saved by you?"

"Yes, he's still at the health center now." Su Xinghui sat down at his desk.

Wan Xing'an rested his hands behind his head and laughed, "A man-general drinking poison, how funny."

It was indeed rare to see a man drink pesticide here, but there were quite a few women who did, and several died from drinking poison every year.

Su Xinghui shook his head and said, "Sigh, the farmers nowadays are also suffering."

Wan Xing'an was also from a farming background. Hearing Su Xinghui's words, he fell silent. Su Xinghui didn't talk to Wan Xing'an anymore either. He flipped through his drawers, wanting to see what he had brought with him at this time. However, there weren't many things in the drawers—just a few books, a few drawing pens, some paper, and a diary. There were a few diary entries in it, recording some of the things he had seen and his feelings after coming to Meng Hu Ling. Su Xinghui flipped through it and couldn't help but shake his head and laugh. He was young when he wrote these things. The diary was full of grand words. As a small clerk, he actually thought about changing the backward face of Meng Hu Ling.

At that time, he didn't know at all that he had offended someone and had been set up, which was why he was exiled to Meng Hu Ling. He actually believed that being assigned to Meng Hu Ling was because he was capable, and he believed the high-sounding statement that the poorer the area, the more it needed college graduates like him. It wasn't until he had been in Meng Hu Ling for a long time and had hit a few walls that he woke up. However, his arrogant nature made him unable to be flexible or scheme, so he wasted more than ten years in the countryside and achieved nothing.

Before he was reborn, he had already been muddling along in the officialdom for more than twenty years. Although he was far from successful, he hadn't wasted all those years. He was very clear about the ways of the officialdom, and his untimely arrogance had been worn away by the difficult life. Coupled with his vision that transcended the era, he really wanted to make good use of this rebirth opportunity to achieve a career. Of course, this time he didn't need to say any grand words.

He was lost in thought when he heard a burst of snoring. He turned back and saw that it was Wan Xing'an who had fallen asleep, probably because he had drunk a lot of alcohol at noon.