Mu Shuangshuang walked out of Old Mu Family's courtyard and began to survey Er Gui Village. Compared to the villages she governed in her previous life, Er Gui Village truly could only be described as primitive society.
What she saw were a few households that were similar to the Mu Family, mud made from earth blocks, and thatched roofs on mud-brick houses. Some even looked more dilapidated than Old Mu Family's, with a few scattered thatched huts, seemingly about to collapse, reminiscent of modern abandoned hazard-prone buildings.
Thankfully, the air here is fresh, unlike the air corroded by smog; a deep breath feels as if the air entering the lungs carries a natural freshness.
Following the path she took last time, Mu Shuangshuang saw quite a few farmlands, primarily paddy fields, filled with golden rice. The rice grains were full, and even the weeds seemed sparse.
