Qinghe Town is a very typical village.
It was already afternoon by the time they arrived.
To stay low-key, they drove an ordinary jeep, but it still drew the villagers' attention.
The car could only be parked by the roadside at the village entrance; after that, they had to walk a small path.
Ji Yunli had already told her the location of that family's home. When Ji Wei found it, a few brick-and-tile houses appeared in front of her, under the eaves hung rows of golden corn, and grains were being sun-dried in the yard.
An old man in his sixties came out holding a basin to feed the chickens. When he saw the two people suddenly appearing at the courtyard gate, he froze, shocked and unable to speak.
"Old man, what are you standing there stunned for?" Grandma Li followed closely behind him, giving Grandpa Li's shoulder a pat when she saw them. But soon, her gaze followed the old man's and landed on Ji Wei.
