Chapter 682: The Real Dream

The fish pond to the south of the village, the small temple behind the village, a stretch of woods to the west of the village.

These were the three specific locations Yang Jian had inherited, also the properties left by his late father. If there was anything strange, it certainly lay within one of these three places.

However, by the afternoon, it was already getting late.

Yang Jian decided to check them out tomorrow morning because relatives had invited them for a meal, so it was difficult to refuse. He had to accompany his mother.

He wasn't interested in such feasts, not because he was deliberately putting on airs, but because he seldom attended banquets to begin with, and even more so with these unfamiliar relatives—it was truly an obligatory social discomfort.

Village feasts always ended very late.

After leaving, Jiang Yan was once again drunkenly stumbling, though she fared much better than last time, clinging to Yang Jian's arm, giggling all the way, incredibly happy.