Chapter 422

For the next three days, Xu Han sat every morning under the large pagoda tree at the entrance of the village, holding a small stool and a notebook. He sat among the village elders, listening to them recount stories of the past. Sometimes, an elderly resident would speak alone while Xu Han listened quietly. Occasionally, Tang Shiying would accompany him, helping him tap notes into his laptop and offering a different perspective. When the conversation flowed lively, all the elders under the tree would join in, chiming in at once to share their memories and impressions of those days. Xu Han was always glad to hear their thoughts. After all, he had not personally lived through that era, and their first-hand accounts gave the stories a much stronger sense of immersion. Whenever the voices swelled, the White Dog lying lazily at Xu Han's feet would suddenly snap its eyes open and wag its tail excitedly. Seeing that everything was fine, it would simply lie back down.