In the rundown Huanglan Village, the poverty alleviation work was nearly concluded.
Lin Fan strolled down the street and walked into the ancestral hall at the village entrance.
Although the houses in this quadrant were somewhat dilapidated, the ancestral hall was quite impressive. At the very least, it was constructed with concrete and the courtyard was paved with tiles, very smooth. Walking forward, the central area housed the ancestral tablets, while the sides held the spiritual tablets of deceased villagers.
"It's rare to see ancestral halls like this in the north."
With his hands behind his back, Lin Fan curiously surveyed everything around him. Due to historical reasons, ancestral halls in the north had been destroyed long ago, so this was quite novel to him.
"This was funded by County Magistrate Zhao, to commemorate the thirty-seven people who died in the mining accident!"
The village chief stood by, roughly explaining the situation.
