Ten minutes later, Lin Yi saw a stone bridge in front of him. The paint had long since peeled, leaving mottled patches.
It was about the same width as the road. Both were more than four meters wide.
When the car reached the bridge, the shadow of Beiqiao Town could already be seen.
There were two old four-story buildings. The rest were low-rise single-story houses, most of which were made of salt and alkali soil. There were very few brick houses.
"Does this surprise you?"
"It does feel like a scene from a previous generation."
"Actually, I originally thought that all of Huaxia was as poor as Beiqiao Town, but after I went to Huashan Hospital and met all kinds of people, I realized that those who could live a comfortable life represented only a small portion of the population." Li Chuhan said.
