"This morning my wife couldn't get up, so I went to feed the pigs instead."
"Isn't it your son who feeds them?"
"My son got up late today, and I couldn't sleep."
The village chief could only wave his hand dismissively and, pointing to him to stand aside, said, "Alright, now let's vote. After you voted, hurry back home and wash up."
That's what everyone was thinking. After all, it had come to this. The situation was what it was, and voting was merely a formality.
Zhou Xiaoyun, of course, wouldn't agree, still holding the same view and said, "No, we absolutely cannot sell the land. What will our children do after it's sold?"
