"There's no need to wait until tomorrow, I'll go find the village chief now." After hearing Xiao'er's words, Huzi's father was a bit restless. How could he let such an excellent opportunity slip by?
In recent years, the Imperial Court had been trying every means possible to help the impoverished people lead better lives, and he always heard from Wei Zhuang, who frequently went north to do business, about the wealth coming into different counties, towns, and villages. The villagers ate meat every day and made new clothes each season.
Upon hearing these stories, he was filled with envy, always wondering when such good fortune would befall their own village.
Upon hearing this, Huzi's mother rolled her eyes at him, "If you go now, can your foot even walk?"
Huzi's father's face turned red after hearing this and said, "I was too eager, I almost forgot about the foot injury. Let Wei Zhuang speak to the village chief about this matter after he returns."
