"Young master, are you saying that it took twenty years for this village to become like this?"

The white cat beside him blinked in confusion.

The obvious difference between this village and other villages is that this village gives people a clean and tidy feeling, which makes people feel comfortable involuntarily.

"You can say that!"

In Song Xiaochun's memory, except for his house, the surrounding houses were all dilapidated loess thatched houses, very shabby. Now every house has red walls and blue tiles.

And all this is due to that person.

"Isn't this Master Song?"

Suddenly, an old man carrying a hoe said with a hearty smile.

"Uncle, just call me Xiaochun!"

Seeing the old man's appearance, Song Xiaochun felt a little familiar, but he couldn't tell who he was. After all, he rarely interacted with people.

But the pupils of the white cat beside him suddenly shrank.

Why does this old man look similar to the weapon spirit that appeared that night?

But when she caught a glimpse of the hoe on the old man's shoulder,
Chapter completed!