Zhang Xiaobei was polite in his words, but there was a tough undertone that made Meng Changhe very uncomfortable inside. Although he smiled, that smile looked uglier than tears.
"Xiaobei, just say what you want to say, your uncle will take care of it properly for you."
"It's nothing much, just the matter of contracting the Bear-Blind valley again. You, dear elder, have been the village head for your whole life. Whether it's officials from the county or the town, whether they're high-ranking or low, they all have to give face to you. So, I'm thinking of letting you handle the affairs with the town."
"This..." Meng Changhe hesitated. Although what Zhang Xiaobei said wasn't wrong, after all, he was just a village head. Within the village, he could swagger around, but in front of those leaders, he was more pitiful than a third-generation successor.
Who could understand these grievances? Probably only he himself knew.
