The rainy season passed, and another round of drought arrived.
Zhao Shu's corpse hung on the renovated gallows, gradually decaying into a skeleton amidst the wind and rain.
It didn't take long for people to forget him, just like they forgot those comrades who died in tribal conflicts.
Life must go on.
The wooden and stone walls on the beach were taken down and rebuilt, and the piled building materials rose high like a small mountain.
From the mountain top, one could overlook the lush primeval forest, visibly missing a small piece, as if gnawed away by some giant beast.
...
Saturday had his own office space, which the Leader called a school, meaning it was a place for learning.
However, currently, Saturday was the only teacher at the school.
