"I..." Before Xiaobao could finish, the phone rang again, and it was Zhang Ling calling.
"Hello, Xiaobao, when are you coming back?" As soon as Xiaobao picked up the phone, Zhang Ling's anxious voice came through.
"What's up now?" Xiaobao had a bad feeling the moment he heard Zhang Ling's voice; usually, she wouldn't call him without good reason, knowing that he was away.
"The villagers have started a commotion, Niu Dazhuang is blocked in the village!" Zhang Ling said anxiously.
"What? Why are they causing trouble?" Xiaobao's face was suddenly lined with frustration.
"It's all because of the Ginseng issue. God knows who's been stirring things up, claiming their whole season's harvest is gone and demanding compensation for their losses," Zhang Ling replied helplessly.
"Oh, I thought it was something serious. Tell them to go to the village chief!"