Early in the morning, I took a car to Blackstone Village.
I got off the car at the bridgehead.
By the creek, many women were doing laundry. When they saw me, they enthusiastically shouted, "Yo! It's Charlie!"
"Charlie, you haven't been here for days! What have you been busy with?"
"Oh my! Charlie is a boss now, of course, he's busy, not like us!"
I smiled and greeted them warmly.
Blackstone Village isn't big, with only a few hundred people, but I knew everyone, and could call them by their names.
This made me feel quite affectionate.
Walking past the creek bridge, I entered the village. Looking around, the rows of little farmhouses built against the mountains had been replaced with many tall, new houses.
At a glance, it was a brand new scene.
Originally, Blackstone Village was very poor and backward, but now, it could almost catch up with Thompson Village, and soon, it would surely be even better.
"Charlie is here!"
