When I was a child reading storybooks, there were always scenes like this. At the village entrance, a newly built road was just paved with the first layer, but no one walked on it. Everyone found it slow, dusty, and endless. Only a few people would go around to check it out every day, step on it a couple of times, and note which stones were loose or which section of the road was still unfinished. When one day the road was truly completed and cars started running, those who had walked on it earliest were actually the ones who knew best how to navigate it. I recently watched