Yang Chen noticed that it wasn't a stone, but a black iron block.
He picked it up and opened it, inside was a small note.
Seeing the elegant handwriting, Yang Chen couldn't help but reveal a slight smile.
"It's fine, one of our own!" Yang Chen pocketed the note, said this to them, and walked out alone.
In the village, the terrain is uneven; some places are high, so they build houses on elevated ground, and when the terrain is low, they can only build houses in lower areas.
That's why the houses in the village appear layered, some higher, some lower, and the roads are similarly uneven. If you ride a bicycle or an electric scooter here, it's impossible to navigate the village. Even Yang Chen's car is parked outside the village.
Walking along the village road inward, you can see the farmland outside.
The vegetation is dense, with weeds and trees.
Walk further, and there's a small creek.
