Jiangnan Water Village is filled with paddy fields. It rained a couple of days ago, and the dirt road leading to the village is full of potholes, splashing mud everywhere if one is not careful.
Zhang Guoqing honked the horn and controlled the speed of the car. It took him over ten minutes to cover a distance of less than a kilometer. He finally stopped at the bridgehead at the entrance of the village.
Across this stone bridge is the old home of Old Master Jiang.
At this time, the sun was setting, and many people were busy with farm work. On both sides of the bridge, there were children swimming and fishing in the river.
Seeing a military vehicle stop, everyone halted and looked their way.
Zhang Guoqing got out of the car and waved to the children by the shore. After a while, finally, a seven or eight-year-old naked and barefoot boy came forward.
"Hey kid, do you know where the old man Jiang Tongshuo from the city lives?"
