The weather was fine and sunny, with clear mountains and beautiful waters.
Qingliu Village truly was a perfect place for an outing. Xu Shuo walked from the end of the village to the entrance, surveying every nook and cranny.
At the same time, he also noticed that many people in the village seemed to show extra respect to him, the young Acting Village Chief.
Initially, Xu Shuo thought his position in the village would be quite awkward.
After all, his father, the Old Village Chief, had disappeared without a trace and was still not found, while he himself comfortably occupied the position of Village Chief. There should have been many who disapproved, or perhaps the more senior clansmen would oppose his authority.
But none of that happened; this was a peaceful and amiable little village.
After casually strolling around the village, Xu Shuo turned around to head back.