He now had a premonition that this story would repeat itself in the lives of his grandchildren.
Uncle Sanjiang once said over drinks that the Li family's ancestral grave had brought about the birth of Yuanhou. Indeed, several years from now, when Little Yuanhou grows up and takes the university entrance exams, it might just happen again.
The university students had been assigned tasks as part of their internships, and it is well-known that young people's energy is unimaginable. Instead of rushing back to sleep, they gathered around a lightbulb on the dam, took out some snacks they brought, and began a tea party conversation.
Xue Liangliang noticed Li Zhiyuan; he was impressed with the young kid and walked over with a piece of meat floss bread wrapped in oil paper, placing it in front of Li Zhiyuan.
Li Zhiyuan looked up, saw him, and smiled: "Thank you, brother."
"Little friend, are you a local?"
