Old Master Ji arrived at Erdao River Village on the third day after Song Yunuan sought him out.
The old master had visited before, so he naturally knew what the village looked like.
Thus, when he first entered the village, he paused in surprise.
The bumpy roads had become smooth and clean.
The houses were still those thatched-roof cottages.
But the yards inside and out were swept very clean.
Clusters of wildflowers had suddenly bloomed at the base of each family's fence wall.
Some fence walls even had tender green willow branches inserted into them.
The village remained the same, but it suddenly felt as if it had gained a touch of poetic charm.
Old Mr. Ji blinked his eyes.
The jeep stopped in front of the brigade's gate.
Then he saw Chu Zizhou.
