"Uncle, there are only so many people in the village, yet the majority have praised Qian Yongcai. Let it be," San Gouzi squatted by the doorstep, lighting up a cigarette. "Uncle San Gouzi, grandpa told you, smoking is harmful to health. You're almost turning into a big chimney, stinking up the place. Everyone in the village is blind; those with real insight have all left for places beyond the village," Xiao Xian pinched out San Gouzi's cigarette.
"Xiao Xian is right, there are only so many folks in the village. According to the election laws, anyone over eighteen has the right to vote. You should find a way for those villagers working outside the village, whether verbally or by mail, to see how many votes you can get?" Zhu Shijun, after all, is an old hand; since Qian Yongcai has used underhanded methods for the election, it's allowed for San Gouzi to take some shortcuts too.
