As the mayor spoke, he even made a few jokes.
The mayor’s words eased the mood of the people present. Walking on the mountain path that alternated between high and low was not as boring as it was at the beginning.
Most of the people stayed in Wuzhen. Only a dozen or so people followed him to Dali village.
Fortunately, it did not rain during the day, and the mountain road was not slippery. The people climbed until they were out of breath.
Two hours later, while the people repeatedly asked if they had arrived, the mayor brought the people to a small village.
This was Dali village.
Compared to Wu town, this place was even more down and out.
Even the mud houses had become houses that only the rich people of Dali village could afford to live in. Many families in Dali village built shabby thatched houses.
The mayor went from house to house and asked people to arrange for Yun Jian and the others to live in the houses.