The village chief hadn't come for any other reason this time. It was all about Dabao.
Back then, no other family was willing to take Dabao in, and for certain reasons, he couldn't bring the boy to his own home either. He had been relieved to learn that Ji Huan had taken him, but he also felt a bit guilty about it.
Ji Huan was still just a young woman herself, and she hadn't received any grain rations when the family split. She could barely feed herself, let alone another small child. Wasn't that just absurd?
If they both ended up starving to death in that dilapidated hut, it would be a dereliction of his duty as village chief. If his superiors found out, not only would he be unable to escape responsibility, but if they decided to investigate strictly, his career as village chief would essentially be over.
On top of that, Dabao had gotten injured, and the village chief couldn't sit still any longer.
