Chapter 1682 - 1682
As he left the village, it was almost noon.
Originally, Grandpa Lou wanted Liu Zhizhong to have lunch before leaving, but Liu Zhizhong had matters on his mind; leaving early was fine.
So, when he left, Ruan Yu also gave him a piece of dry white jade bread and two boiled eggs to stave off hunger on the road! Inexplicably, in the girl's heart, someone gradually took residence, and she always had to be considerate of him!
Of course, after Ruan Yu helped Grandpa Lou arrange the medications, she had to go home for a while. It's been a long time since she went back, she needed to check on her father! See if there's any work she can help with; she must also lend a hand.
The winter sunlight cast upon the East Pa River, dispersing the morning chill of this poor mountain-side fishing village.
The shabby wooden houses crowded the riverside, nestled at the foot of the mountain, hidden within the forest.
Fishing nets hung under the eaves, gently swaying with the subtropical winter breeze.
Despite the somewhat cold winter, children still ran barefoot around the village and on the beach.
The children's shouts were joyful, their laughter crisp, startling a few water birds that fluttered towards the far end of the river or the sky beyond the mountain.
Ah, children, always so innocent — isn't there a saying that little ones are oblivious to the taste of sorrow?
At the small pier by the riverside, several small boats swayed with the waves. The hulls were mottled, and the paint had long since flaked off.
Approaching noon, returning fishermen were sorting their catch, with silver scales glistening.
Cooking smoke curled upwards from the rooftops of each home, mingling with the salty tang of dried fish and the fragrant burnt scent of firewood — the aroma of a life poor yet genuine.
Liu Zhizhong rode his tricycle, observing the poverty here, keeping it in his mind, feeling increasingly that he could manage it!
Purely judging by scenery, this place is truly excellent.
However, looking at the quality of life and the spiritual world, this place is like a forgotten world, unblessed by the divine.
This village feels like the end of the world. Beyond this village, upstream of the East Pa River, there are no more towns or villages, only a forestry station and a farm.
In this small fishing village, there are kind people, but also those without hope.
The fishing village turns past the riverside to the other side of the big mountain, naturally leading to Dishui Rock, a place Liu Zhizhong will remember forever.
Shortly after leaving the village, surprisingly, an impressive off-road vehicle approached — a Toyota Prado, no less.
It must be said, Little Japan's cars have a market in many places around the world and seem quite popular. Of course, within the country, they are equally valued, right?
The Prado arrogantly passed by Liu Zhizhong's side, raising clouds of dust and smoke along the gray dirt road leaving the village.
Liu Zhizhong instinctively dodged to the roadside but almost got hit — the road was too narrow.
At the same time, Liu Zhizhong could not avoid the fate of eating dust, ending up with a face full of dirt. At that moment, he was even gnawing on the bread Ruan Yu gave him, which also got covered in dust.
As for that Toyota Prado, after speeding past, it braked suddenly. A head wearing sunglasses popped out from the driver's cabin — a young man's face, passing a proud smile, extending a hand to make a thumbs-down gesture.
Then, the young man cursed, "F*ck you, seeking death, huh? Riding a crappy vehicle without watching? If you get killed, it's like hitting a wild dog, I spit!"
Then the car started, heading towards the village. Behind the car, clouds of dust rolled and spread across the sky, inherently arrogant, haha...