"Not bad, not bad!" Professor Qi, with his hands clasped behind his back, said beamingly to Yan Fei. "You really found a great place!"
Even though the sun was still blazing and the construction site behind them was bustling, walking on the grass between the bamboo grove and the river, listening to the bamboo swaying and the river rushing, one could still feel a sense of tranquility and coolness.
Speaking of which, this bamboo grove had been Old Zhutou's ancestral property, but now he spent most of his time with his son and grandchildren in the big city with no intention of returning to his hometown. He knew that his heritage was likely to have no successor.
That's why Yan Fei had contacted him previously, and though Old Zhutou was reluctant, he had no choice but to agree heartbreakingly to transfer the bamboo grove to him.
