Early in the morning, Huo Sining and the others walked out of the hotel. According to the customs of the hometown, Wu Jun bought incense candles, paper money, and paper-made lanterns, houses, cars, and other items from a shop in town to use for the mountain rituals.
In addition, he also bought a curved knife and a hoe, ready to repair his parents' graves on the mountain, and clear nearby weeds and trees so the entire grave mound wouldn't be buried.
Then, the three of them headed straight to the village. Although the place was poor, it wasn't as Huo Sining thought; there was at least a cement road from the town to the village.
Huo Sining was still grumbling inside, but at this moment, Wu Jun, who was looking for the road, suddenly had a strange expression, and even Yaya looked confused.
"When we left a few years ago, these were all gravel paths. You had to be very careful riding a motorcycle, how come there's a cement road now?"
Yaya couldn't help but ask.
