For Ning Feiyu, the news he was about to share was nothing special. It had already circulated among the powerful factions in the county seat. But for the people below them, it was extremely important.
Not just anyone was privy to it.
Even he only knew because his surname was Ning, and with a little bit of luck.
And this news was crucial for people from the rural areas, as it directly concerned their lives.
If it weren't for his good relationship with Chen Haiping—a friendship that went back many years—he wouldn't have said a thing. Chen Haiping had always known his place and never bent the rules just because they were close. He knew when to advance and when to retreat. If it were anyone else, Ning Feiyu would have kept his mouth shut.
The old patriarch's eye twitched, but his hand grew even steadier as he personally poured a cup of tea.
