By the time Feng Xuxu arrived outside the ancestral hall, she saw that it was surrounded by three layers of villagers on the inside and outside. Groups of three to five huddled together, whispering and discussing amongst themselves. About the time it takes to drink a cup of tea had passed when the village chief appeared before everyone, followed by respected elders from the clan. The village chief cleared his throat and looked at his fellow villagers, "Today at the end of You Time, each family should send a representative to the hall for a meeting—let everyone know to pass the message around."
"Chief, what's the matter, can't you tell us now?" Feng Laohan, who was closest to the village chief, asked with a mischievous grin.
"Haha, you old simpleton, you look so naïve, but in fact, you're clever enough," another villager about the same age as Laohan—a twenty-three or twenty-four-year-old—teased Feng Laohan in front of everyone.
