The next day.
Morning.
Ten o'clock.
Thirty kilometers away from Nai Bitu, a long convoy stopped. Sun Jiang and a group of inspection personnel, along with the Myanmar reception personnel, got out of the car.
They saw.
A stream was located some ten meters from the roadside.
"Splash!"
Flowing slowly, on one side of this road, there was clear river water where various sizes of pebbles were visible beneath the water.
Large ones.
Tons, embraced by a person.
Small ones.
Like sand.
From a stream no wider than five or six meters to the roadside some ten meters away, pebbles were scattered all around, making it seem natural to an average person.
...
At this moment.
Myanmar personnel began to introduce:
"This is a new section of a river we've dug. Although not deep, it is long enough to ensure the drainage capacity of this section meets the requirements."
"Previously."
"This whole stretch was village farmland."
"Now."
