Walking on the road out of the village, Yue Jiannan touched the gloves he held in his arms.
He had specifically asked his sister to make them for his wife.
Though spring had arrived, the weather was still somewhat cold; he didn't want Yaxian to freeze her hands.
Yue Jiannan also planned to buy some things from the village to take with him.
However, Qingqing tugged at his sleeve, "Let's go earlier, or we'll miss the bus."
In the three years not only the cities, but also the surrounding villages, had developed rapidly.
The government had funded road repairs, and the once rugged mountain roads had become much smoother.
When the first truck arrived, villagers spread the word excitedly.
Many elders kept stepping back at the sight of it, intimidated by the dark fumes and alarming appearance.
But later, there were even buses that went directly to the city; although they only ran two or three times a day, they provided great convenience.