When Qin Lei arrived at the village chief's house, the chief was slaughtering a chicken. This made Qin Lei feel like his timing was off. But today was New Year's Eve. If he didn't come now, it would be the New Year after noon, and no one would be available to assist with this matter.
"What's up, Chief?" Seeing the chief busy with the chicken, Qin Lei walked up to him and asked.
"Oh, it's you, Qin Lei. You here for something?" The chief seemed surprised to see Qin Lei at this time. Didn't Qin Lei need to be preparing for the New Year's celebrations too?
"If I'm here, I definitely need something. Otherwise, I wouldn't choose to come at this hour," replied Qin Lei with a smile, jesting.
"Well, spill it. I'm listening. As you can see, I don't have much free time. Grab a stool and sit down while you talk. I need to finish up quickly for the New Year's prayers." The Chief continued his work without pausing. Everyone in the village understood each other's temperament.
