After the village chief had left, Feng Xuxu sat motionless in the courtyard. From the beginning until now, there had been a continuous stream of both significant and trivial matters. She had genuinely wanted to help the villagers lead prosperous lives, so they wouldn't have to worry about the lack of food or inability to treat illnesses. However, in the end, her good intentions had been met with an unrelenting wave of heartless criticism.
But now it seemed that she had wandered into a misconception. Not all good deeds lead to good fortune. When you're not strong, you're just a speck of dust in the dirt, insignificant. To stir up a storm and inspire fear so that people wouldn't dare to criticize carelessly, one must become strong. Only with personal strength can one better protect oneself.
