This was a relatively more remote and underdeveloped village.
It was even farther from the town than Daye Village, and the main roads in the village had not been repaired.
The truck could only make it halfway before it couldn't go any further.
Yue Jiandong jumped out of the truck and stretched his arms to lift his daughter down.
Chai Pengfu pointed ahead with his hand and muttered to himself, "Counting from the east, the third house, it should be over there."
Yu Guo'an's brows had never loosened, and he couldn't help but sigh.
The three men, accompanied by a child, headed towards the house Chai Pengfu had learned of, and they were noticed halfway there.
In a small village, residents usually recognize each other, and a new face is easily spotted.
A farmer dressed in dark blue clothes stopped Yue Jiandong, "Who are you? What are you doing in our village?"