Uncle Li's house stood in the first phase of Hope Town, in a quiet corner hidden within a deep alley near the Logistics Department.
Unlike Sun Cheng and his wife, who had joined the territory relatively late and had consequently been assigned a cramped public rental apartment in the third phase, with barely more than ten square meters of living space between them, Uncle Li's house was exceptionally spacious and comfortable.
Not counting the nearly twenty-square-meter courtyard outside, which was filled with flowers and plants, the three rooms alone added up to more than eighty square meters—enough for a family of five to live a spacious and carefree life.
Of course, this preferential treatment had not come from nowhere. There was a reason behind it that no one could refute.
Uncle Li was an old resident.
A true old resident in every sense of the word! He was one of the people Su Mo had originally rescued from the Saltpeter Mine.
From the founding of Candlelight Camp, to the expansion of Tian Yuan Camp, and then to the prosperity of Tian Yuan Territory on the New Continent, Uncle Li's family had witnessed every major stage of the territory's development. They had also contributed an immense amount of labor from beginning to end. No one could find fault with them receiving such treatment.
Yet despite these generous conditions, the Li family had recently been enveloped in an atmosphere of disharmony.
Every night, arguments broke out one after another, to the point that Uncle Li would rather make do in his vehicle for the night than take even one step through his front door.
But today, Uncle Li seemed to have figured something out.
After entering the town, he was greeted by familiar faces along the way. Uncle Li responded to each