He might have been worried elsewhere, but in Central Lake, he wasn't worried at all. Although this was his hometown, he still had to admit that the people here, especially those who still worked the land, were largely unambitious, weak, selfish, timid, and prone to bullying the weak while fearing the strong. These traits had become indelible marks on the men of this place. You wouldn't easily see them actually strike someone with a hoe unless they were pushed to the absolute limit. This was especially true in places like Yangjiagou—neither rich nor poor—where these characteristics were even more pronounced. People always said that rogues hailed from impoverished and harsh lands, but true rogues, he thought, emerged from these middling sorts of places—neither one extreme nor the other.
