"Auntie Song, didn't I have a meal at your place a few years ago? Have you forgotten me?"
Qin Ji was a real community leader, and just a few words could stir up the old memories of these villagers.
Immediately, an old lady came up to him, stared at his face carefully, then smiled happily and patted his shoulder.
"Isn't this Xiao Qin? Where have you been all these years?"
The others recognized Qin Ji, and although they condemned him, at least no one picked up a broom to hit him.
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