Chapter 118: Gratitude

Ever since Feng Yutang took office in Tongxiang, no one has dared to speak the words "County Magistrate Xue" on the street, let alone at home, where the words "County Magistrate Xue" seem to be a taboo no one would dare to bring up.

Gradually, it seemed as though people had forgotten what those three words, "County Magistrate Xue," meant. They stood for a glimmer of hope when one was at a dead end, the only hope in the face of injustice, they signified justice, they signified conscience.

But it seemed like everyone hadn't really forgotten, it was like a seed of humiliation planted deep, waiting for someone to come with a spark, for with just a little ignition, it could burst into roaring flames.

Today, the words "County Magistrate Xue" quietly began to resonate throughout Tongxiang once more, spreading like wind-blown grass in spring, making some restless and others uneasy.

At night, within a house in Green Stone Lane, a lantern was lit.