So, Liu Zhizhong took Qian Xuan for a nice walk around Shuangxin Valley to feel the mountains and water.

Qian Xuan really liked the place and said, "You guy, you've indeed chosen a treasure land of feng shui, haha. No wonder you want to build a house here!"

Liu Zhizhong laughed and said, "I just purely like it here—quiet, excellent air, excellent environment! Brother Xuan, come often when you have time!"

"Why don't you say, 'Old man, come play when you have time'?" Qian Xuan imitated theatrically, adding the right flavor to it.

The two laughed heartily, and their laughter echoed far in the canyon.

Liu Zhizhong, as usual, needed to fish for some old turtles to give as gifts and maintain relationships. Just because he was a star County Party Secretary didn't mean he could neglect old connections, right?

As the saying goes: to be an official is to be a person first!

Qian Xuan, of course, knew this place was a source of turtle blood and was delighted to go turtle hunting and set turtle hooks with Liu Zhizhong.

Afterward, Liu Zhizhong found the best fishing spot and baited a spot for Qian Xuan's rod.

Qian Xuan always liked hand rods the most; wielding a rod in both hands and wrestling with huge creatures—that feeling was truly something.

The best spot for giant catches in Shuangxin Valley was right between the two... oh, haha, hearts.

One would sit on either point of the Huajian and cast a 7.2 or 6.3, or even an 8.1-meter rod straight at the heart, guaranteed bite!

Liu Zhizhong, while baiting, said, "Brother Xuan, this spot is great for fish, you can cast your line fifteen minutes after baiting."

Qian Xuan was a bit excited, "Sure, bring my big knife rod, haha... You go make lunch while I fish and indulge my wild instincts, heh heh..."

You know, a Fishing Man understands a Fishing Man, so Liu Zhizhong went to the car, fetched Qian Xuan's fishing gear, set it up, and got everything ready for him.

Without legs, Qian Xuan indeed found some tasks inconvenient, like drawing water and preparing bait.

Once all was done, about twenty minutes had passed since they also had to prepare bait and adjust the float and so on.

Liu Zhizhong even set up the fish net for Qian Xuan and finally asked if he should fasten the wheelchair safety belt for extra security.

Qian Xuan said, "Is that necessary? I don't believe there's such an amazing fish that can overcome the arm strength of a former King of Soldiers like me!"

Indeed, after being infected by that disease, Qian Xuan had been frail at one point. But over the past year, he'd recovered well, and his arms grew strong, feeling quite capable.

But Liu Zhizhong insisted, "I practically took you over from Uncle Qian; if anything bad happens to you in Shuangxin Valley, how am I going to explain it when I go back?"

His words made sense.

So, Qian Xuan agreed and let Liu Zhizhong fasten the safety belt for him.

Then Liu Zhizhong wanted to put a life jacket on him, and he said it was unnecessary—back in the army, he was a water ghost!

Alright then, let's trust the water ghost!

Liu Zhizhong didn't push further and unfolded the car, set it up less than twenty meters from Qian Xuan, and started working on lunch.

The special geographical feature of Shuangxin Valley is just wonderful. The car could be parked steadily on one of the stone beams in the twin hearts, and it was wide and flat as well.

In the early spring sunshine, with the fragrance of flowers and the singing of birds, the lifestyle of fishing and camping indeed felt so great...