Chapter 43 The next day, Qiao Yanli opened his eyes and got out of bed right on schedule. He picked up his toiletries and headed outside to wash up. The production crew had rented houses from local farmers, so conditions were rudimentary. Without private bathrooms, washing up meant going to a shared outdoor sink. The early spring well water was bone-chillingly cold. When the wet towel pressed against his face, any lingering sleepiness vanished instantly. Someone set down a washbasin beside him…