There Are Blue Clouds Above the Fields

Chen Zhiyuan was reborn. Back to 2005, to the day when he first became a village official. The leaky warehouse, the indifferent village party secretary, the poverty-stricken supporting village - he stayed here for two years in his previous life, and was finally transferred out in despair. In this life, he decided to change his way of life. Starting from helping chicken farmer Zhang Guangfa escape a disaster, he gradually established a foothold in the village. He wrote a land acquisition plan and was favored by the county party committee secretary; he thwarted an assassination attempt and became the mayor's right-hand man. Some people praise him, some hate him, and some text him in the middle of the night: Don't meddle in other people's business. He worked from village official to town mayor, and from town mayor to county magistrate. Build roads, attract investment, demolish illegal buildings, and fight against evil. Every step he took was on the edge of a knife, and every time someone tried to pull him down. Fifteen years later, he stood in front of the window of the Provincial Party Committee Building, watching the cars coming and going downstairs. Someone asked him if he still remembered Kaoshan Village. He said nothing. The wind picked up outside the window, making the documents rattle. He lowered his head and glanced at the photo on the table - it showed Zhang Guangfa squatting by the chicken shed, grinning, showing yellow teeth. Under the photo was a note with scrawled handwriting. I don't know who inserted it: "Some accounts have not been settled yet."