At first, things were fine, and everyone was chatting and laughing. But in the end, everyone got tired from sitting for so long. After leaving the city, the roads were all narrow mountain roads, and the winding roads almost made everyone throw up.
Many people almost vomited when they arrived at the entrance of Baiyun Village.
Wen Li was also a little dizzy. After getting her suitcase, she sat down on it, her hair disheveled and her face pale.
However, at this time, villagers came to greet them.
The villager who greeted us was a man in his forties with thick, short eyebrows and a fat face like a plate. His skin was dark, and he had a very honest and simple smile.
The man's name was Yang Shun, and he was the village chief of Baiyun Village.
Yang Shun talked with the teacher in charge and soon arranged the students' accommodation.
Since they were all students, and there were too many people at the ancient tomb, there weren't enough tents. So, these students had to stay temporarily in the villagers' homes, with the villagers covering their daily food and accommodation expenses.
Wen Li was grouped with two girls, one named Zhou Qingyue and the other named Su Sui.
Both were young women in their early twenties, two years older than Wen Li. They were overjoyed to learn that they would be assigned to the same group as Wen Li, but they didn't dare to show it too much on their faces.
They were lucky; they were assigned to Yang Shun's family.
Baiyun Village is not poor; each household has a two-story rural house with white walls and blue tiles, and a small courtyard of several dozen square meters outside, which looks quite nice.
Yang Shun was very hospitable and helped the three of them with their luggage.
Wen Li glanced at Yang Shun's face, frowned slightly, and refused outright.
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