It took An Ning almost two hours of cycling to reach the Hu family's village.
Even she was a little out of breath.
'This is too far. It's not very practical.'
An Ning planned to hire people to plant and look after the fruit trees.
But the distance was quite far, and the round trip would be a hassle.
An Ning entered the village and was quickly spotted.
"Who are you looking for?"
The villagers were very friendly. Seeing a new face, one of them took the initiative to come over and ask.
"I'm looking for Hu Chunguo's home."
"Hu Chunguo…"
The kind villager frowned, trying to remember who Hu Chunguo was.
An Ning recalled that when An Sancheng was recording the workers' names, he also didn't know their formal names.
"The family that lost their child a few days ago."
"Ohhh—you mean Old Man Hu! Head that way, make a turn, it's the fifth house on the south side."
"There's a big hawthorn tree in front of his house."
