Bailingyu Village.
There was no ceremony. After a simple preparation of the body, the old man was placed in a pre-made coffin—in a remote, inaccessible mountain village like this, the custom of burial was still observed.
It took only half a day.
Everything was done.
The old man was buried on the hillside behind Baidingyu Village.
Wang Baimu, the chief of Shangwang Village, burned two packets of joss paper.
From that day on, Bailingyu Village truly became a ghost village.
"Doctor Li, are you coming with us? I can give you a ride to town."
Wang Baimu called out to Li Xu before he left.
"No, thank you. These cucumber and green bean seeds have sprouted, and I plan to plant them on the hillside."
"There's no one left. What's the point of planting anything?"
"Grandpa Zhou worked so hard to prepare this land. I made a special trip to town to buy these seeds. It would be a shame not to plant them."
"All right, suit yourself."
