Lunar Bay Village's residents started their brand new day.
Shake out the sand, sweep the yard, use a porcelain basin to catch some water to wash their faces, then pour the used water into a tank to save for feeding livestock or doing laundry. Water is Lunar Bay's most precious resource, and wasting even a drop feels criminal, so everyone has gotten used to conserving as much as possible.
This day, compared to usual, brought no significant change, yet change was clearly written on the faces of the villagers.
A big boss had come to invest, and the plans were laid out at the village committee. Hope had arrived.
When Chi Yue stepped out of her house, it was just getting light. She encountered villagers with joy written all over their faces, and even the vast desert outside the small village seemed particularly endearing.
Qiao Dongyang lived in a large tent on the village committee square, in a room by himself.
