"Sir, this is Xisha Square."
Yang Su stepped onto the light white translucent muddy snow, and pointed to the village nestled in the valley by the river not far away.
Xu Shu nodded and looked up.
The whole of Xisha Square is composed of a large number of wooden stilted houses built along the river, arranged in a staggered, densely packed pattern, with clear river water flowing beneath them.
At first glance, it almost seems as if the entire village is built on the river, with water, village, and mountain forming a line.
Rather than a village, it might be more intuitive to call it a mountain stronghold.
This should have been quite a picturesque scene, but to Xu Shu's regret, numerous vacant and tilted houses, dense and strangely shaped hanging objects, filled the Jiangnan Water Village-like scenery with clutter and dilapidation, completely ruining its original beauty, and everywhere exuded the sour stench of poverty.
Even more regrettably.
