Dajiao Village got its name from a mountain shaped like a giant foot.
It wasn't too far from Ningbei City District. After leaving the city district, one would only have to ride a bus for about an hour to get there. However, due to the poorly repaired roads, the journey was so bumpy that Xu Nian'an almost threw up his breakfast.
Xu Nian'an walked and asked for directions along the way until he finally arrived at Ban Chuan's home.
If he had not chatted with Ban Chuan before and knew the exact location—and had not asked the villagers along the way—he might never have found Ban Chuan's house. It was an old house at the foot of the mountain, surrounded by a picket fence, with a few chickens foraging in the yard.
"Ban Chuan? Ban Chuan, are you home?"
Xu Nian'an called out loudly.
