Sancha River township, the construction site to the west was still bustling.
Professor Shu was getting younger as he lived, and his days became increasingly comfortable.
Originally, as the only elderly professor, although the workers respected him, they barely dared to speak to him. Everyone knew he was a prestigious professor from a major institution, and some villagers were barely literate. How could they dare to approach him and strike up a conversation?
Besides, everyone still had to work, and the quality of their work was linked to their daily meals. They didn't have the time to spare.
But now things had changed. At the Ginkgo tree by the edge of the bamboo grove, three elderly men sat side by side on lounge chairs, chatting about whatever interested them or quietly enjoying the river breeze and sipping tea if they felt like remaining silent. Life was leisurely and joyful!
