"Dad, just tell us!"
"We're so far from Sanchuan City already, what's there still to hide?"
Yuan Yindi, being the favorite youngest of Old Yuan, stubbornly nestled next to him, determined to get an answer.
Old Yuan glanced at his youngest son and said, "Why don't you take a guess first?"
"I guess we're going to Shu, that place is good for people!"
In Yuan Yindi's view, Shu was the best place to go, with vast land and sparse population, mountains and rivers—a perfect place for farming. Moreover, the environment of Shu was much like their Linhe Village in Great Yin, making it easy for them to adapt quickly.
"Guess again!"
Old Yuan's mouth twitched, clearly disapproving of this guess.
"Dad, you wouldn't choose the Capital, would you?"
Yuan Yindi became restless immediately after his first choice was dismissed.
Frankly speaking, the northwest was neither good nor bad, but for their family, it was truly not a favorable choice, so he dismissed it outright.
