"Uncle Tiemu, I need to speak with you," Feng Xuxu said to the village chief, her expression serious as she sat in the chair.
"Xuxu, did you find the person who poisoned the crops?" Seeing Feng Xuxu's icy gaze that was no longer gentle as before, the village chief put down his smoking pipe and asked tentatively.
"Not exactly, but I've found a way to save the rice seedlings and I want the village chief to oversee it," she replied.
"What? Really! That's fantastic," the village chief said, rubbing his hands together excitedly. "Then what are we waiting for? Let's go right now." He grabbed Feng Xuxu, who was still seated, and headed towards the door.
The bell at the entrance of the ancestral hall rang out, and after the time it took to burn one stick of incense, all the villagers had gathered at the entrance of the hall. Everyone was craning their necks in anticipation, waiting to hear the good news from the village chief.
