Completely unaware that he had been played, Liu Shouren hurriedly ran towards the school staff dormitory. That’s right, you read it correctly, the staff dormitory. Back when Shuzhen was building the school and starting literacy classes, she was planning to gradually, bit by bit, guide people like Wu Liguo out of the cowshed and onto the podium. Although she and Lianshan left in a hurry to attend the Worker Peasant Soldier University, without waiting for the plan to be successfully implemented, everything was carried out smoothly with Liu Shouren continuing the execution. All ten dispatched personnel have now successfully transitioned into teachers for various subjects at the school and literacy classes. Not only are they no longer doing work like feeding pigs and cattle, but they also have two communal dormitory rooms in the new school. Brick houses, warm heated bed-stoves, along with desks and wardrobes made in their spare time by a few from the Su family. The conditions for work, living, and everything else have upgraded by more than just three or five levels, making them grateful for meeting good people and being exceptionally cautious in their conduct. They’re afraid that if they’re not careful and become too high profile, they might not only lose their current good life but also drag down the Liu siblings who gave them this life. No matter how isolated they are from the news, they’ve more or less heard what kind of days the other dispatched personnel on either side of them are living. Having landed fortunately in a blessed place like the Liu village after a stormy journey, who wouldn’t cherish this hard-to-come-by warmth and peace? Of course, everyone is sincerely grateful and respectful towards the Liu siblings who gave them this warmth and peace during the storm. Seeing Liu Shouren coming over, all those with no class gathered around, eagerly greeting him. Normally, Liu Shouren would definitely chat warmly, genuinely caring about how they’re doing and whether they are facing any difficulties that need help. But now, how could he be in that mood? With a few casual words, he sent them away, leaving only Wu Liguo, the person he wanted to talk to, who was starting to get anxious, wondering how to bring up the topic of his Uncle Wu. Seeing his hesitant demeanor, Wu Liguo, who was straightforward and forthright with a military background, frowned: "Kid, just say what you need to say. Don’t circle around me like you’re a donkey grinding grain." "What do you mean you? Just say it if you’ve got something to say. What are you hemming and hawing about? Have you been reported for being too nice to us few landed people? Can you still handle it? If not, us brothers will go back to the cowshed, to the pigsty. Don’t you worry about getting implicated... " Seeing his hesitant manner, Wu Liguo immediately misunderstood the situation. He made a decisive decision, expressing clearly he’d rather return to the cowshed, feeding cows, than implicate the nephew. If he nodded, Uncle Wu would immediately lead the people back to the cowshed and pigsty. The notion of enduring hardship himself without dragging him down warmed Liu Shouren’s heart, making him feel more like he should take up the responsibility of being a brother and preventing the Wu girl from heading down the wrong path: "No, Uncle Wu, don’t worry. Where you live, what job you have has nothing to do with why I’m here. It’s just, just that I’d like to talk to you about Yinghong." Avoiding the details of Wu Yinghong confessing to him, he only mentioned that marriage is a life-changing decision. He hoped Uncle Wu could properly advise Yinghong not to be impulsive and miss out on lifelong happiness. With a bewildered expression, Wu Liguo knitted his brow: "You, wait a minute! Wu Ming, just discharged, are you sure such a person exists in your team?" Liu Shouren was taken aback. It seemed, perhaps, there really wasn’t anyone like that? So that means, the girl was bluffing him all along! She was purposely asking for his opinion, to observe his reaction to see if he had any interest in her or if he was deliberately suppressing his feelings out of concern? Realizing that he had fallen into a trap, Liu Shouren smiled wryly; this girl was clever indeed. Looking up at Uncle Wu, infamous for his toughness and protectiveness, despite temporarily being down and out in Pingyang, but still maintaining residual authority, perhaps a reversal of his fortunes was merely a matter of time. Considering his own age and previous divorce, Liu Shouren sighed deeply in despair. This sudden realization made Wu Liguo, who had been little concerned about his daughter’s marriage, suddenly aware: My goodness, his beloved daughter was already twenty-one, soon to be twenty-two! Even in Beijing, at this age, she should start planning her marriage. Moreover, this was a countryside where girls usually had suitors by sixteen or seventeen, getting married at about twenty, or even seventeen or eighteen. Fearing that his daughter would end up being an old maid, more worried that her youth and lack of experience would lead her to be easily enamored by some nonsensical love, he quickly summoned her over for an in-depth father-daughter conversation about finding a son-in-law and what kind of son-in-law to look for. Although feeling a bit shy, Wu Yinghong did not see any reason to hide from her dear father. With blushing cheeks yet firmly, she said: "I’d say someone like my big brother Shouren is quite good! Honest and kind-hearted, especially responsible. He’s not sycophantic or snobbish, and he really knows how to care for people. You can tell from how he treats his sister, brother, and two little nephews that he’s someone who’s very gentle and values family very much. Most importantly, with Uncle and Aunt Liu both not around, I wouldn’t have to worry about difficult in-law relationships in the future. I can also have you, dad, come over and take care of you, so I won’t worry about you feeling lonely and isolated once I get married. I fear that as you grow older, there would be no one to take care of you if you fall ill..." To ensure her beloved’s easy passage through her dad, Wu Yinghong shamelessly praised him to high heaven. However, Comrade Wu Liguo was not buying it: "Okay, okay, okay, no matter what you say, it doesn’t change the fact that the boy has been divorced and is a full eight or nine years older than you." Upon hearing this, Wu Yinghong became unhappy: "Divorced, so what? His ex-wife was the malicious, unreliable one, how can you blame big brother Shouren for that? And if he hadn’t been divorced, there’d be no chance for me even if he was perfect, right? Dad, please don’t use age as a reason, after all, you yourself are eleven years older than mom. Older means more considerate, that’s what you’ve always said." Seeing her father’s eyes bulging as if he would blow up, Wu Yinghong hurriedly put away the defiant face that was asking for trouble and switched immediately to a pitiful look, lamenting: "Hey, now everything we say between father and daughter is a story. No need for you to get all opposed, because, big brother Shouren, well, he doesn’t like me that way anyway..."