Li Youcai knelt down in the snow with utter despair, his head still covered with a large basket.
Yu Jingting's shoe was still resting on the basket, literally embodying "the basket upholding justice."
The usually laid-back village chief was uncharacteristically serious that day. Seeing Yu Jingting, he felt an indescribable swell of emotion.
"If Tiegen hadn't informed me, you would've bolted, and the villagers, young and old, would be left out in the cold during Chinese New Year!"
That day, it snowed, and there was not much to do. The village chief was roasting potatoes at home, sitting on the heated brick bed admiring the snowy scenery - he was deeply moved.
With such heavy snowfall, Tiegen and his wife surely wouldn't begrudge him a hot roasted potato, would they?
As he was contemplating this, Jingting arrived.
This time, the village chief hardly cared for the potatoes. The news Jingting brought was simply shocking.
