Qinghe Town Hekou Village was an ordinary little village beside a small river that flowed into the bay, with convenient transportation. A road had been built twenty years ago, and a few years back, Chen Mo had donated some money to renovate it.
After so many years of development, the villagers had long since begun living fairly comfortable lives.
This was where Chen Mo's ancestral home was located, along with the family Ancestral Hall. He had attended elementary school here before moving to Huacheng to study because his parents needed to work.
In recent years, they had spent the New Year either in Bin Hai City or Huacheng. This year, they were celebrating it at the ancestral home, and Chen Mo had brought Xiao Yu and Xiao Wushuang back with him.
It was already afternoon. With the Lunar New Year approaching, it was not particularly cold. Under the sunlight lay fields where gray and green met. Water buffalo stood on the slopes, and in the distance, people could be seen pulling up bean seedlings while others burned dried bean stalks in preparation for spring planting, white smoke drifting over the wilderness. Patchy white clouds dotted the clear, bright blue sky, free of the murky gray-blue haze of the city.
The scene was harmonious.
This was Xiao Wushuang's first time seeing the countryside. Held in Chen Mo's arms, she looked excitedly around through the car window.
"Daddy, is that a cow? It doesn't look like a dairy cow, and there's even a baby one."
"Yes, it's a water buffalo. It's different from a dairy cow. It can help farmers plow their fields."
"Daddy, there's a fire over there."
"They're burning bean stalks. When spring comes, they'll plant rice," Chen Mo said.
"Oh." The little girl nodded as if she understood, then