Yan Huan had come this time to build roads for the village. Little fatty he felt that this village was completely unqualified. The roads were already in such a state. There was nothing to be done about it. It was just that this place was relatively poor, there was no way to repair the roads in the town, let alone a small village like this. He had also visited a primary school.
It was too old and too simple. The windows in the middle of winter were leaking air, and the children were all so cold that their snot was flowing out. It made them, who were all people who came from Noble Schools, Feel Heartache, looking at them, their hearts ached.
On the contrary, he looked cold. He even asked if he should go back and apply, but in the end, Yan Huan had already arrived here.
Repairing roads and building schools. This was a good thing, a descendant of Merit.
