Master Qian's Plan 1

This August, everything at Song Tan's house was on track, with life passing by not too fast and not too slow, but the factory on the mountain was rapidly taking shape.

The excavator operator brother returned to his mountain digging work, and every night he would hold his phone, video-chatting with Tian Tian, who had also just counted her day's earnings. Each had their own sweetness.

But joy and sorrow do not communicate from one person to another.

For example, Teacher Xin Jun, who could have been a rich second generation but insisted on standing on his own two feet.

When he stepped off the taxi pulling his suitcase, his whole being exuded a weathered air. He looked haggard, exhausted, and as if he had sprouted hope amidst despair... so much so that Wu Lan hardly dared to respond to him at first sight.

"Xin Jun," she exclaimed,

"how have you lost so much weight?"