With no mule carts to take us to Dajin Village, we had to go on foot, covering a distance of about twenty li on Mountain Road.
We heard the sound of gongs and drums as soon as we reached the foot of the mountain.
Following the sound, we arrived at the house of the birthday celebrant.
Their house was quite affluent with green bricks and tiles, similar to the village head's house. The yard was big, big enough to accommodate at least a hundred people. But all the space was already taken by the guests, leaving the others to watch from atop the surrounding wall.
Nan Feng arrived late, with no wall space left. She considered climbing a tree, but even the shorter ones were occupied.
She walked around only to find out just like Aqiu said, the place was packed. Not only the locals from Dajin Village came but also from several surrounding villages. Some brought stools to stand on for a better view, some brought ladders, others brought ropes to secure themselves in the trees.
