One morning, the kitchen was brimming with the spirit of spring.
In the pleas of two women, Chen Ziyang finally had his release.
As for the last breakfast, it naturally did not happen; the three of them simply cooked some instant noodles to get by.
The two women had originally planned to visit the village's farmers' market, but after being tossed around by Chen Ziyang in the morning, they were completely out of energy.
Chen Ziyang, as usual, first went to the construction site.
At the same time, Wang Jinhua headed to the east end of the village.
"Haisheng, why are you rushing to see me like this?"
Wang Jinhua was a bit impatient, "Is there something you can't clearly explain over the phone?"
In the room, besides Wang Jinhua, there were two other men.
One, with a crew cut and a tall physique, was Zhao Haisheng, the eldest son of the Zhao family from the east end of the village.
