Liu Changhe had stepped down, and Liu Changshan received support from many clansmen. Thinking that his years as a son-in-law had finally paid off and good days were ahead, he was dismayed to find that Liu Changhe showed no appreciation for his years of loyal service. Instead, he repeatedly encroached upon his interests, pushing Liu Changshan to his limits.
"I also have some news for you."
Zhao Jiumei said, "Jiang Xiaobai just came to see me, he wants you to work at his fish pond, he'll pay you five thousand yuan a month. I think it's a good job. I know you've always wanted to be the village chief, but we need to be realistic about what we can handle. You aren't as ruthless and conniving as Liu Changhe, you wouldn't be able to hold onto that position. So I think it's better to work for Jiang Xiaobai, earn money honestly, and we'll eat well and sleep soundly."
"Would that kid really be that kindhearted?" Liu Changshan was somewhat skeptical.
