Chapter 690 The View Of My Father's Back

In recent years, a concrete road was constructed for vehicles to enter the village. Ferguson Ford’s charity organization donated the fund to build the said road. Despite the existence of one such path, it was simply a more convenient trail for the people who wanted to travel out on foot. The trip still took time. After all, no one in Wincier Village could afford a car. Tyr Summers drove up the sinuous mountain pass while Ferguson, who sat in the back seat, stared out the window. The sight of the speeding landscape seemed to evoke lost memories. There was a trace of bitterness on Ferguson’s countenance, but he would smile faintly from time to time. This feeling was, in fact, heartbreaking. They journeyed on for nearly an hour before arriving at Wincier Village. This was a mountain village on a massive hill. The sight of it in the current day was still reminiscent of the 1990s. Many houses still had cob walls. Although they received donations from Ferguson’s charity foundation,