Early morning, January 1, 2013.
Before the sky brightened, Wang Chen crawled out of his warm bed.
After a simple wash, he quietly left Shangma Old Village in the morning light, quickly heading to an unnamed small mountain a few kilometers away.
Wang Chen's gaze, like that of a hawk, pierced through the morning mist and fell upon the opposing mountain peak.
This mountain was taller and larger, its surface covered with lush vegetation, and below it, nestled in the valley, was a small reservoir, adding to the picturesque scenery.
The adjacent plain area of the reservoir had been cleared for extensive farmland, with hundreds of new rural houses neatly planned and built, but showing no signs of occupancy.
Wang Chen knew this was the newly constructed resettlement housing of Xiama Village. Barring any unforeseen circumstances, thousands of villagers would move into their new homes by the end of the month.
He retracted his gaze and suddenly leaped down from the high rock.
