Chen Xu silently landed on the riverbank.
At this moment, the sun was high in the sky, marking the peak of the autumn heat.
Many people, sweating profusely, were busy on the riverbank wearing jackets.
Laborers transported saplings, running back and forth; despite the hardships, most of their eyes were bright.
Those were eyes full of hope.
It's imaginable that the act of planting trees along the river had left a positive impression in the hearts of the people.
The development of the North-South Grand Canal was not wasted. Although Chen Xu was not here, the ideals he had passed down were continuing to be implemented.
This was very good.
Chen Xu walked along the river, listening to people's discussions.
One said: "Nowadays life feels like a dream; we can actually return to our hometown, drink water, and plant crops.
I have come back to life, and my mother too.
Mr. Chen and Wen the Great Scholar, they are like living Buddhas!
