Linhu Village.
After a day of bustling noise, it finally returned to peace.
Early the next morning, Zhao Canghe arrived at the Lin Family and knocked on Lin Chen's courtyard door.
"Village chief, what brings you here?"
Seeing the village chief visit so early in the morning, Lin Chen was a bit puzzled. Yesterday, after returning to the village for ancestral worship, the old village chief drank quite a bit at the banquet. He figured that at his age, the old village chief would need to lie in bed for half a day to recover, but to his surprise, he showed up bright and early, looking completely sober.
"Chen, I've come to discuss something with you—about renovating your family's courtyard."
"Renovating my family's courtyard? It's not really necessary."
Lin Chen laughed and refused. His family's courtyard was not small; there was no need for reconstruction.
