Disagreement

Although the current situation was not ideal, there were still many in Qinghe Village who supported Wen An.

"It's not like you haven't seen the changes that Village Chief Wen has led us to make in the past few years. You can't speak ill of him behind his back just because of a little misfortune, right?"

Zhang Dong, who had been interrupted, abruptly said emotionally, "Fine, you're so noble. You're amazing. You have the ability to continue wasting time like this, I can't. I'm not like you. Your rich relatives in M City left you a house, and it's in the school district. Your child will be able to go to school in the future and find a good job. What about me? I'm just relying on farming and selling agricultural products to support my family. How can I not be anxious? My two children depend on me to earn and spend money. How can I not be anxious?"

After Zhang Dong said this, the residents of Qinghe Village fell silent.