Qingyi
It was still early.
In the small Qingyi Town, the air was cool.
As it was located on the side of Leshan, near the mountains and rivers, the climate here was extremely comfortable.
Coupled with the warm sunshine, some old people, sitting in front of the house, appeared lazy and casual.
"Sir, the place I arranged for you is at the end of this town, and that house is very remote even for the whole town, because there is a legend about it, so the residents here rarely go there. Of course, if Sir wants a slightly more popular place, I can arrange it for you. I am familiar with this town. Many young people have left. The old people here are also willing to rent the house to some people. If Sir likes it, I will help."
On the street, Ye Bei walked in the forefront, walking slowly.
The old man took the boy and stepped slowly on the pebbles.
"Since a place to live has been found, no need to trouble anymore." Ye Bei spoke slowly.