Snowflakes drifted down as Li Xiang harvested rice in the paddies, a sickle in his hand. Facing the reporter's camera, he was very humble. He stated that as a local born and raised, and a man with some strength to spare, he felt a responsibility and an obligation to help everyone. These were just things that needed to be done, he added, and doing them put his heart at ease.
This wasn't just for show; it was real, hard work, and he was covered in mud.
The same went for the three girls: Yao Yao, Zhao Xueqing, and Lei Xiaohui. They were all stunningly beautiful, yet they were dressed like village girls, covered in dirt and grime. But the skin peeking through was fairer than snow—like lotuses blooming from the mud, unstained. The contrast was incredibly striking.
The news wasn't just broadcast on television; many official media accounts also wrote and published dedicated articles about it.
This wasn't just happening at the county level, but at the provincial level as well.
