Shang Jin chuckled, "Even if you don't say it, I already know, but I just want to hear you talk about it."
Officer Xu could tell he was hesitating and had a hunch about his purpose. In the past few days, other than the time of the thief's death, there really wasn't much going on. Everyone was busy with New Year preparations, and the only work-related matter was arranging New Year's duty rosters, which had been planned well in advance. In fact, the village was already in a semi-holiday state.
"If you ask me, it's the same old line, aside from being poor, this place isn't too bad." Officer Xu started speaking since Shang Jin wasn't saying anything. The same line again—after all, they were both young men, who had the patience for beating around the bush!
"Poor?" Shang Jin burst into laughter. "Our Sancha River is already top in the county this year, is that still considered poor? Have you seen what real poverty is?"