After the flood in Woniu Village, new houses were built with the help of Jufeng Trading Company.
The brand-new courtyard had red roofs and white walls, adorned with large red lanterns. Under the backdrop of the gleaming snow, it looked especially pleasant.
The Magistrate walked along, stroking his beard and chuckling.
Under his governance, such rural beauty truly lifted his spirits.
Feeling delighted, he immediately ordered his grandson to compose a poem to praise the village's abundance and beauty.
Wei Ziming, eager to show his presence in front of the Little Prince, thought for a moment, and soon had an inspiration.
"In a mountain village, a few families reside, with thatched houses shielding spring mud; only narrow paths traverse the wheat fields, and mulberry trees form a half-ladder. Crossing the stream, calves roam alone; a few rooster calls echo from distant alleys. It seems like the idyllic paradise of Taoyuan, where visitors would easily lose their way."
"Excellent!"
