Wang Juguo led Du Heng along the road toward the village entrance.
After they had taken a few steps, Wang Juguo couldn't resist removing the tobacco pipe from behind his ear.
This time, however, he smoked more slowly than he had at the Village Committee, and the smoke he exhaled was much lighter.
The aroma of the dry tobacco was really strong, and since Du Heng didn't smoke, he had to move to another position.
"Didn't the village offer any assistance?" Du Heng asked.
"How can you say that? If it weren't for the help from every household in the village, that couple would have starved to death long ago." Wang Juguo was clearly displeased by Du Heng's question. He's insulting me, insulting our entire village!
