Despite being incredibly wealthy, I want to be a prosecutor.

The donation ceremony, attended by Wang Dingbang, honorary director of the "Peace and Love" Foundation and chairman (village chief) of the Xiaogudi Village Committee, was attended by the media. Under various flashing lights, the two parties signed the document.

The valley is surrounded by mountains on three sides, and coming from Qingluan requires passing through difficult mountain passes.

Back then, along this front, Khun Sa's group relied on the terrain to resist the government forces.

Of course, with the advancement of military technology and the growing economic strength of the Elephant Kingdom, it has purchased a great deal of military equipment from abroad.

Even if Khun Sa's group hadn't surrendered back then, it would have been wiped out long ago. Surrendering simply meant knowing that continuing to resist would ultimately lead to its demise.

As for Little Valley, it signed an agreement with the Thai military ten years earlier than Khun Sa's group, helping the Thai military to suppress anti-government armed groups, thus legally obtaining the right to settle there.

The "Peace and Love" Foundation's Jiefang brand trucks were able to transport supplies through the rugged mountain roads.

After all, after the peace agreement was signed, the villagers of Xiaogudi also took the initiative to start building roads to the outside world.

In fact, the foundation is not only a truck for transporting supplies, but also purchases Chinese products for other supplies whenever possible.

The donated supplies included a lot of instant noodles from southern Yunnan.

Zhou Hong's idea was that although the charity fund for the remote residential areas of Xiangguo could only be used in Xiangguo, purchasing domestic brands would still be a small contribution he could make.

However, for items like grain and oil, foreign brands are cheaper than domestic ones, not to mention the tariffs. So we can't be stubborn, lest people think we're not doing charity, but rather engaging in economic aggression by China.

Zhou Hong followed, but he was inconspicuous. Of course, this means that if you ignore his looks and height, his position among the foundation staff would seem insignificant to others.

Zhou Hong and some volunteers were together, mainly going door-to-door to deliver specially prepared supplies to the poorest households in Xiaogudi.

It seems that if you do it yourself, you'll get more people rescued; otherwise, some of them won't count as your own rescues.

But after visiting each and every one of them...

Every family has its own story and its own sorrow.

Compared to the emotional impact, the soaring number of people receiving aid has become insignificant.

……

As night fell, Zhou Hong sat in a simple courtyard with a fence, where steaming porridge was cooking on a stove.

Several ragged children were laughing and playing in the yard, their hands full of candy that Zhou Hong had just given them.

The man cooking the porridge was a middle-aged man with a limp. His wife had some mental health issues, but she was in a stable mood today.

Zhou Hong studied the system interface. The number of people receiving aid today was quite considerable, fifty-seven. Moreover, in the coming period, the village office would distribute supplies to impoverished households and ordinary villagers, which would further increase the number of people receiving aid. Reaching a total of one hundred people should not be a problem.

Suddenly, a scream shattered the peaceful and joyful atmosphere of the courtyard.

The woman who lived in the courtyard, whom Zhou Hong called "Second Sister-in-law Zhao," had been smiling as she watched the children play, but now she screamed and ran back to the wooden house.

Zhou Hong looked in bewilderment toward the source of "Zhao Ersao's" illness. Standing at the gate of the fenced courtyard was a burly middle-aged man.

The male head of the household, Uncle Zhao, stared blankly at the middle-aged man without saying a word.

"Hey, Brother Hong, what are you doing here? Come on, come on, come on to my house!" The burly middle-aged man came up to Zhou Hong with a smile and warmly invited him.

"No, I'm fine here." There was no need to ask who this middle-aged man was; it was obvious at a glance that he was a prominent figure in the village.

Basically, the task of entertaining the foundation staff was assigned to the wealthy families in these villages.

"That won't do, my second uncle will scold me!" The burly man then pulled Zhou Hong away.

"Your second uncle is Village Chief Wang? It's alright, just tell him I don't want to go to your house." Judging from the implication, Zhou Hong was already somewhat displeased, especially since the other party had forcibly pulled him away.

"What are you saying? You don't want to come to my house? I haven't even entertained you yet, and you still don't want to go. Am I going to get scolded even more? Do you think you've just been sloppy with the things my second uncle told you to do!" The burly man had already grabbed Zhou Hong's arm.

Zhou Hong frowned: "What? We don't even have the freedom to eat at someone's house in your village?!"

The burly man tugged at Zhou Hong a few times but couldn't budge him. Seeing Zhou Hong's impatient expression, his face also turned cold. "Fine, do as you please!"

He turned and walked out of the fenced yard, scoffing, "Who wants to serve you like that? What are you acting like grandsons for? That thing belongs to the country; my second uncle fought for it. You were just running errands, weren't you? You act like you're giving money away!"

He deliberately let Zhou Hong hear him, then spat and stomped away.

Zhou Hong smiled and looked at Zhao Lao Er, who was still in a daze, "Second Brother, have a smoke!"

Zhou Hong took out a pack of "Nine-Five Supreme" cigarettes. He found it funny to himself. Under the "Physical Enlightenment," he had done things he wouldn't have done before, and he had gained some experience in smoking and drinking.

Take smoking for example. Among finished cigarettes, Chinese smokers definitely prefer Zhonghua cigarettes, but people in Vietnam are not used to the roasted tobacco type.

Although the cigarettes at Jiuzhizun are high in nicotine and tar, they are mild to smoke, not harsh, and still have enough strength, making them suitable for offering cigarettes here.

Zhao Lao Er walked over and sat down in a daze, seemingly lost in thought, and blankly accepted the cigarette Zhou Hong offered him.

Zhou Hong lit a cigarette for him, and before he could react, he started puffing away. Suddenly, he paused, looked at Zhou Hong, and said, "Ah, ah, Brother Hong, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry..." He seemed a little flustered.

"Second brother, why are you being so polite? Look at the people who just came; they're absolutely right. We're not philanthropists; we're just running errands."

"That's not how it's said..." Zhao Lao Er smiled bitterly, his wrinkled face showing even more signs of vicissitude.

"This cigarette is good, isn't it?" Zhao Lao Er looked at the cigarette in his hand with some surprise.

Zhou Hong didn't answer, but asked, "That guy just now, is Old Village Chief Wang his second uncle?"

When Zhao Lao Er heard Zhou Hong mention that person, the corner of his mouth twitched slightly, and he nodded sullenly: "Yes, his surname is Wang, but he's five degrees of kinship with the village chief's family."

Zhou Hong also lit a cigarette. The Wang family is one of the largest surnames in Xiaogudi.

In reality, these self-governing villages are dominated by large clan forces.

"I think Second Sister-in-law is very afraid of him?" Zhou Hong suddenly asked.

Zhao Lao Er's body trembled, and he almost dropped the cigarette in his hand.

"Ah, they're cooking porridge!" She got up in a bit of a panic to check the porridge pot.

"Brother, brother, Wang Danao raped my second aunt and even broke my second uncle's leg."

Beside him, a girl of about eight or nine years old whispered in Zhou Hong's ear.

The children who had just heard the adults talking all gathered around out of curiosity.

Perhaps because of his excellent image, the children loved to follow Zhou Hong everywhere. They were not Zhao Lao Er's children, but came from the neighborhood. Zhao Lao Er and his wife had no descendants.

Looking at the bewildered little girl beside him and listening to what she was saying, Zhou Hong was taken aback, but he couldn't scold her for gossiping. The little girl herself seemed to understand but didn't, and she was only whispering to him because she was close to him.

"Did your parents tell you that?" Zhou Hong asked.

"No, everyone in the village knows. When Wang Danao came to my house for drinks, he told my dad that I wasn't even born yet. Then my mom slapped me and told me not to listen anymore."

Zhou Hong's brows furrowed immediately, then slowly relaxed. He smiled at the little girl and said, "How about you take me to your house?"

"Okay, okay!" The little girl was overjoyed and couldn't sit still any longer. She jumped up, grabbed Zhou Hong's hand, and insisted on leaving.

After Zhao Lao Er stirred the bottom of the pot a few times with a large ladle to prevent the porridge from sticking, he turned around and saw Zhou Hongzheng getting up and leaving, surrounded by children.

He didn't try to stop him; deep down, he felt he didn't deserve to speak to them, let alone share a bowl of porridge with them.

He sighed deeply, stared blankly at the starry sky for a while, then turned and walked into the wooden house. Looking at his wife, who was trembling with her head wrapped in a black cotton quilt, on the hard wooden bed, he felt sorrow in his eyes, but then became wooden. He slowly sat down on the wooden stool and closed his eyes.

……

"A rape case from over ten years ago? In Xiaogudi Village?" Prosecutor Sorawong gave a wry smile over the microphone.

"Yes, teacher, can you authorize me to investigate?" As an intern prosecutor, I have no authority to initiate investigations; I can only assist the regular prosecutor.

Of course, the so-called "assistance" means that the prosecutor delegates power, and as an assistant judicial officer, you actually represent that prosecutor.

"That area has always been self-governed. You've overstepped your bounds and incited a popular uprising, which is no small matter."

"The small valley belongs to our Chiang Rai province, so it shouldn't be a lawless zone." Zhou Hong knew that such high-sounding words weren't very convincing, so he added, "Teacher, if I handle the case perfectly, it won't cause any popular uprising, so there won't be a problem, right?"

"Then you'll be the first prosecutor to handle cases in those autonomous villages in the north." Sorawong smiled. "It'll be on the record."

Zhou Hong understood that if he succeeded in this matter, he would be officially registered at the Provincial Procuratorate, which would be very beneficial to him.

Solauon hesitated for a moment and said, "If you are confident, then the relevant authorization documents will be sent to you tomorrow."

Zhou Hong chuckled inwardly. He hadn't gone wrong by taking the "teacher's wife" route. For the sake of family harmony, his teacher had still stood up for him at this crucial moment.

"Thank you, teacher! Thank you, teacher!"

After hanging up the phone, Zhou Hong looked in the direction and walked towards the village office.

After the donation ceremony, the teacher's wife took a walk around the village and returned home with her media friends in the afternoon.

Those remaining now are all staff members of the charity foundation. Tomorrow, after cooperating with the village to distribute the supplies, another batch will be transferred.

However, a few will remain, along with a medical team invited by the foundation to provide basic medical care to the villagers, and will stay for about a week.

At this moment, Village Chief Wang should be at the village office, entertaining the main organizers and implementers of the foundation's donation activity.

That is, the people in the foundation's project action department, mainly the action department manager Nippo.

Niphong is a recent graduate of Mae Fah Luang University in Chiang Rai; he is very young.

Zhou Hong likes to hire young people because he feels that young people have a burning passion in their hearts and are more committed to doing charity work.

The foundation's compensation is quite attractive to recent college graduates.

Lost in thought, Zhou Hong could already hear lively music and singing coming from the direction of the village office.

That direction was extremely bright, even for the pitch-black village of Xiaogudi at night.