Chapter 283: Chapter 283: The Uncertainty of the World Chapter 283: Chapter 283: The Uncertainty of the World As the head of the Jiang Family, he rarely spoke, but when he did, his words carried far more credibility than those of Zhang Guihua.

Therefore, the village chief announced, “Alright, you’ve all heard what Brother Jiang said, and you’re all aware of the kind of person he is. If he says it’s so, then it must be so. Plus, Changhai has grown up before our eyes. Although he’s a bit lazy and unmotivated on a daily basis and doesn’t love to work, he’s never been one to lie or deceive. And in serious matters, he’s quite clear-headed–he wouldn’t joke about something like this. Otherwise, we could just go to the transport company and ask, and we’d see right through him. Changhai isn’t the type to do something so foolish.”

After hearing the village chief’s analysis, the villagers finally believed what Zhang Guihua had said, although a small part of them remained skeptical. They simply didn’t voice their doubts in front of the village chief.

They thought about going to the transport company to ask when they had time, determined to peel off Jiang Changhai’s thick-skinned face!

Meanwhile, the others had already started offering their congratulations.

“Sister Guihua, I really didn’t see this coming. Changhai is so accomplished now. You and your husband are going to enjoy your twilight years.”

“Yeah, your family is quite something now, with a prodigy granddaughter and a son who is a worker. Your days ahead are certainly going to be easy.”

“Indeed, Changhai was always sharp as a kid, those big eyes of his darting about, clearly a sign of a schemer. Now that he’s entered the transport company, I’m not at all surprised.”

“Right, the boy has a gift for sweet talk. If he sets his mind to please someone, he’s sure to succeed.”

The villagers surrounded the elderly couple with endless flattery, praising Jiang Changhai like there was no one else above or below him.

Those unaware might have thought Jiang Changhai was the labor model of Stone Bridge Village.

Yet, not long before, he had been a lazybones who made villagers shake their heads at the mere mention of his name. Now, in a dramatic turn, he had become the pride of the village, truly a remark on the unpredictable nature of life.

Some of the young wives in the village secretly regretted their previous attitudes.

How could they have criticized him for being lazy and lacking ambition? Who would have thought he’d become this impressive, the sole worker in their village provided with a food supply ration?

While they were still grubbing in the fields, this comparison was truly disheartening.

The elderly couple basked in the villagers’ adulation, while Laosan and his wife were visibly uncomfortable.

Jiang Changtao felt even more as if the villagers were mocking him for not being clever or sweet-talking enough.

To him, every compliment directed at his older brother seemed like a jab at his own expense.

Heaven knows, those speaking had no idea he had failed his interview at the transport company–it was his own insecurity tormenting him.

Sun Lixia’s expression wasn’t good either. If it weren’t for the fact that not working would cost her work points, she really wouldn’t want to be there listening to them sing Eldest’s praises.

Laosan and his wife, on the other hand, were all smiles, especially Jiang Changhe, whose grin stretched ear to ear.

It wasn’t solely out of joy for his big brother; ever since he found out Zhao Xiaojuan was pregnant, he had been in an unusually good mood, relaxed and happy like never before.

There were those in the village who couldn’t stand to see others happy, and seeing them smile, they asked with malicious intent, “Xiaojuan, do you crave sour or spicy foods with this pregnancy?”

“I love both,” Zhao Xiaojuan said with a smile, touching her belly.

They responded with feigned pity, “Both? I hope this time it won’t be another girl like your previous pregnancies.”

Hearing such words would have been a painful sting for Laosan and his wife in the past.