"I never said that!"
Li Xin shook his head with a wry smile and said, "According to the information we have so far, Han Wen'an is a refugee from the Jianghuai region who migrated to Dongning to cultivate the land."
"Born as a refugee?"
This made Bai Fenglan even more shocked.
Just as the two were surprised, a series of footsteps sounded outside.
A short while later, Zhao Bingzhang entered and said, "This humble servant greets Your Majesty!"
Mr. Zhao,
Looking at Zhao Bingzhang, Li Xin asked, "Have you found out anything about Han Wen'an?"
"Your Majesty, the results are in."
Zhao Bingzhang nodded and said, "According to the news from Dongning, Han Wen'an was among the first group of migrants to Dongning. Xiao Hu, 41 years old this year, is from Hanjiawan, Sishui County, Hongze Prefecture, Huaibei Province. He settled and cultivated land in the 3rd community of the 12th district of Dongning Prefecture."
"He reclaimed wasteland, and later, because he learned to read and write, he helped the Third Community to take in refugees and reclaim wasteland. In recent years, because he was very good at managing refugees, the Third Community achieved remarkable results, and he was later transferred to the Twelfth District to serve as a farm elder."
"He has a son, Han Yi, who is eighteen years old this year and was admitted to Peking University before the Lunar New Year. Therefore, Han Wen'an resigned from his job as a farmer in the 12th district, sold his family property, and moved to Beijing with his son Han Yi. They currently live in a small courtyard near Peking University. This is Han Wen'an's resume!"
Li Xin was stunned when he saw the resume Zhao Bingzhang handed him.
"No wonder!"
Li Xin nodded slowly and said, "From a refugee to rising through the ranks from the Third Community to the Twelfth District, you've experienced the entire grassroots level! No wonder you're so capable!"
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