In the Li Family Village, Yu Lao'er was still diligently working on his water channel.
Strictly speaking, this project wasn't that massive, but for Yu Lao'er alone, it was still a mountain-like challenge—wanting to transform this place into irrigated land with just his own strength was enough to exhaust anyone's lifetime.
But Yu Lao'er never tired of it.
This was his life, his days, and as long as he continued like this, his life would only get better and better.
Of course, this was not an easy task. He might encounter various natural disasters, or various man-made disasters, but he believed he could persevere. After all, whether it was his father or himself, his ancestors had all lived like this.
As long as he persisted, he would always find a way.
"So, have you found a way?"
Du Chengfeng, who had come from afar, squatted by the small river, looking at the surging water in front of him.
"Making the water flow uphill isn't easy."
"Indeed, but I can lower the hill."
