Old Hua nodded, "I am Hua Man, the village chief of Hua Village. Don't be afraid, we are not bad people; the bad ones have been captured by us and can no longer do evil."
"Hua Man?" Li Laosan was just about to speak when the village chief behind him motioned for him to stop. The limping village chief Li Dazhi took a step forward, brushing aside his disheveled white hair and carefully scrutinizing the people by the torchlight.
... It's that face, unchanged.
Wearing the same tattered clothes, the difference was that, though thin, he gave a strong impression. Even in the night, where one couldn't see their complexion, it was clear they lived better than us, judging by the spirited young men surrounding them.
"It's truly the village chief Hua Man from Hua Village! Village Chief Hua, I am Li Dazhi, the village chief of Li Village!" At this, Li Dazhi, who had lived for so many years, was so overwhelmed with excitement that he burst into tears.
