The stars shifted, and time flowed like water.
In the blink of an eye, ten years had passed.
Xun Heihu had grown into a handsome twenty-five-year-old youth, treading upon the country path.
"Ten years... finally back."
He sighed with emotion, looking at his approaching hometown, feeling a bit apprehensive in his heart: 'I wonder how Uncle Luo and the others are doing? How many kids has Sister Cuihua had...'
A few steps forward, he saw a roadside tea stall.
At this time, the world was not peaceful, so those daring to run a tea stall by the roadside usually had some skills.
They even only operated during the day, rolling up all their belongings at night to hide in the county town.
Xun Heihu found a bench and sat down, looking at what was obviously a family of stall owners, he said to the young wife, "Shopkeeper, give me a bowl of coarse tea and ten buns. Do you have any meat?"
"Yes, yes!"
