Lao Wang's plot was right next to the road. Fang Zichen reined in his horse and leaned down slightly: "Old man—"
Zhao Ger kicked him lightly.
Fang Zichen cleared his throat: "Uncle," he said, pointing toward the village ahead, "is this Ronghe Village?"
Lao Wang's legs were trembling so hard they seemed to blur, and his voice stuttered: "Y-yes, it is."