Let’s split up if we want to. I have a system, so who should I be afraid of?

The village head quickly straightened his clothes, bowed deeply, folded his hands in front of him, and said respectfully, "Welcome, two adults." His tone was humble and sincere.

The prefect was dressed in solemn official uniform and a black gauze hat. Surrounded by the county magistrate and the village head, he walked with steady steps to the road construction site.

He walked step by step with such vigor, as if his own BGM (background music) came with him.

The prefect's face was as stiff as a sheet of iron, extremely serious. His eyebrows were slightly twisted together like two little caterpillars.

His eyes were like two searchlights, fixed on the villagers who were building the road. It was obvious at a glance how much they valued it.

He found a slightly higher place and stood there with his hands behind his back.

His eyes moved around in the busy crowd.

That look was as fierce as an X-ray. Anyone who wanted to slack off would immediately shudder, thinking, "Oh my God, I dare not slack off. It will be terrible if the prefect catches me."

The prefect stroked his mustache from time to time, looking thoughtful.

Occasionally he would frown, then turn around and mutter a few words to the people around him, as if discussing the important matter of road construction.

His expression was very rich, sometimes serious, sometimes showing a relieved smile.

The magistrate bent down beside him, and the village head also bent down. The village head was a perfect copycat of his movements.

The prefect spoke in a resonant voice: "My fellow villagers, our country is in dire straits. The soldiers on the front lines are fighting bravely for our peace. This grain transport route is a matter of life and death for them, and also for the fate of our country."

His words were like a heavy hammer, striking the hearts of every villager.

The villagers feel that there has never been a time when they are so valued as now.

The villagers suddenly felt that the significance of their road construction had been elevated. They were so important, and their lives had also been elevated because of the road construction.

Even Li Ergou started to work on himself, convincing himself to broaden his horizons.

Aunt Wang, who was secretly eating melon seeds, put them back into her pocket.

There were also a few lazy villagers who, contrary to their usual behavior, swung their hoes and shovels vigorously, as if they were using all their strength.

The women also increased the speed of carrying stones and debris.

The feeling of the whole scene is that the uncle is being used as the young man, and the young man is being used as some kind of extremely powerful animal.

Women are used as men, and men are not used as human beings.

When the prefect came towards the villagers, he saw the villagers busy working, sweat dripping down like rain.

The prefect nodded slightly, revealing a hint of smugness that was difficult to grasp.

He, the county magistrate, and the village headman wandered over to the villagers who were working very hard and shouted at the top of their lungs, "Hey, you must be exhausted! The country will remember your kindness!"

The sound was like the sound of a gong, so loud and clear that it frightened the villagers, but they soon recovered as if they had been injected with chicken blood.

He also chatted with the villagers, asking questions about this and that, no different from the old man at the village entrance who liked to ask questions.

"Everyone, work harder. When the battle is over, you will all be great heroes."

If any villagers had doubts about the road construction, the prefect would immediately transform himself into a teacher and patiently explain it to them in a very clear and logical manner.

Sometimes he would point at the road ahead and gesture with his hands, looking like he was performing a big show.

The villagers all felt that the prefect was very particular and his every move was very stylish. He had the authority of an official, but was not annoying.

During the inspection, the prefect would occasionally whisper to the village head and the county magistrate, asking about the progress of the road construction, and the suggestions he came up with were all quite reliable.

As soon as he arrived, the entire road construction site was in an uproar and became extremely lively.

Under the encouragement of the prefect, the villagers no longer complained of being tired. Instead, they worked together as if they had been injected with chicken blood, and worked hard to build the road for the country and for their brothers fighting on the front line.

…………

Su Panpan's eyes at this moment were not on the prefect, but on the cold man standing next to him.

Her heart beat faster involuntarily, and the scenes of her previous meetings with Han Jingrui instantly emerged in her mind.

No wonder he was seen when Qin Youwen split up the family last time. He must have come to explore the grain transportation route.

Speaking of this bustling road construction site, the prefect was slowly pacing and inspecting.

As he walked, his footsteps involuntarily stopped in front of Su Panpan, and his eyes were fixed on her.

Upon seeing this, the county magistrate hurried forward, bowing and nodding, and introduced to the prefect, "Sir, this is Su Panpan. It was you who wrote the inscription on the plaque of the hero who subdued the tiger." The village head also nodded and bowed in fear and trepidation.

The prefect nodded slightly, his eyes wandering over Su Panpan with admiration. "Oh, you're Su Panpan! What a remarkable young lady! You did a great job subduing the tiger, you're truly a heroine! You're courageous, resourceful, and truly amazing!"

The prefect, who had been speaking animatedly, perhaps caught by a bug, changed his posture and tone, speaking solemnly as if transformed into a different person. "I never expected that your heroic act would actually save my mother's life. The tiger, as a medicinal ingredient, saved my mother's life. I will always remember this kindness."

After hearing the prefect's praise, Su Panpan bowed slightly and said softly, "Your Excellency is too kind. I was lucky to have subdued the tiger. I don't deserve such praise from you."

In reality, she was thinking: What's going on? This prefect is crazy! At first, he looked quite dignified in his official uniform, but who knew he would talk like a fool? Now it seems he can switch between the two with ease. Officials are really scary.

Su Panpan raised her eyes and looked at the prefect quietly. He was tall and dressed in an exquisite official uniform.

A few strands of gray hair appeared under the black gauze hat, but he did not look old at all. Instead, he looked calm and wise.

His face is slightly long and well-defined, with thick, slightly raised eyebrows.

His eyes were small but very bright, his gaze was deep and sharp.

He has a high nose bridge and his lips are tightly pursed with a sense of determination.

A small, carefully trimmed beard on his chin accentuates his refined demeanor. His every gesture exudes a sense of dignity and approachability.

Hey, that's not right!

Looking at this face, why does it look so similar to someone else's?

This this……

Isn’t this just an older version of Han Jingrui!

Su Panpan slowly tilted her head and looked at Han Jingrui.

Well, the magistrate must have been very handsome when he was young, and the current magistrate is not bad either, just a little bit schizophrenic.