Ping'an Town.
April, with drizzle falling without end.
Ever since the Wang Clan unified Ping'an Town, it had continuously increased its development efforts.
Now, much of the land in Ping'an Town that had originally been unsuitable for cultivation had undergone land reclamation. Dug here, filled there, it had gradually been transformed into tracts upon tracts of fertile fields.
Farmsteads were built one after another around these fertile fields.
Under the Wang Clan's unified planning, old river channels were repaired and dredged one by one, while new channels were excavated one after another. By now, the entire waterway system of Ping'an Town had been completely renewed.
A dense network of waterways spread throughout Ping'an Town. Large and small channels crisscrossed one another, water routes extending in all directions. Flood-control gates had even been specially built at every key point along the waterways, allowing the water level to be adjusted when necessary.
Every farmstead and village was connected by waterways and had its own dock. This not only solved irrigation problems, but also saved transport capacity. After all, under current conditions, ships could transport far more than animal-drawn carts traveling by land.
Under the endless threads of rain, layer upon layer of ripples spread across the crisscrossing waterways. Viewed from the sky, all of Ping'an Town seemed steeped in mist, gaining several touches of enchanting beauty and spiritual charm.
Within this densely woven water network, broad grayish-white roads could also be clearly seen crossing in every direction, spreading over the whole of Ping'an Town like a spiderweb.
These were the Wang Clan's signature—"cement roads."
Even in this season of unceasing rain, the cement roads remained clean and tidy, without the slightest muddy feel.
Twenty or thirty years ago, Ping'an Town had absolutely not possessed such a sight. Back then, there were relatively