The village is now filled with three-story western-style houses everywhere, each household has built the same kind, each with a small courtyard at the front, mostly growing some vegetables.
There are street lamps on the village roads, and the trees in front of each house are all identical; he can no longer distinguish directions, let alone where to find Zhang Xiangcao.
Moreover, it seems that he doesn't recognize a single person in the village; they are all young people. And he really doesn't understand how the village has been built like this, but it seems that the villagers are quite wealthy—after all, they are even using solar energy, which not every average city-dweller can afford.
He stood dumbfoundedly in the middle of the road, unsure whether to move forward or stay put; walking seemed hard, and so did staying.