Mass Producing Disabled People

After the village chief spoke, the tense atmosphere instantly became relaxed.

The group of old men and women looked at each other and finally laughed loudly.

"Village chief, how many times have you affixed your legs the wrong way around?"

"When Stutter still had hair, the village chief already affixed them wrongly!"

"Hey, stop talking about that. At least show the village chief some respect! There are outsiders here. Don't let them know that the village chief will also wear his pants backward…"

The village chief: "…"

Feng Xia twitched his lips. Did he unintentionally… find out some big secret?

Then again, this big secret was really boring.

"Hehe, are you a little frightened?"