Soon, Jiang An and Mr. Qin turned and walked along the village road.
The dirt road was solidly paved, flanked by uneven mud walls and stray vegetable patches, with occasional dog barks.
Following the directions given by the old man earlier, they continued forward.
Within ten minutes, they indeed saw a brick house at the end of the road.
This house appeared particularly orderly compared to the surrounding mud structures; walls were neatly built with red bricks, gray tiles covered the roof, and a layer of gravel was carefully laid before the entrance.
Under the eaves hung a dark wooden plaque with the words "Village Chief's Office" neatly painted in white.
The two quickly approached, only to find the dark green wooden door closed.
Jiang An stepped forward and knocked, "Knock, knock, knock—"
He listened closely, but there was no sound inside.
