Every few dozen meters along the main road of the village, there was a street lamp pole. Although it was a small village in the mountains, the infrastructure was actually quite good.
Wei Guo felt deeply moved. He had been to the village countless times, yet each visit brought him fresh sentiments.
Think about it, Wei Guo's hometown and this village were neighboring ones, separated only by a mountain. Even if he wasn't particularly familiar with this village, how could he know nothing about it at all?
"When I was young, this village was so poor it was beyond words. Back then, there wasn't any major road, and this village had so little land; they were so poor they couldn't even afford pants. Although our village was more remote, we were situated on the side of a mountain. Even though we were also poor, we had better food than they did."
