The next day
In front of Mo Jiacai's grand residence, tables large and small were arrayed, filled with banquets. Despite being a funeral feast, it was livelier than a wedding banquet.
The dishes were rich in oils and meats, and most were meat-based. Villagers who usually could not afford meat more than a few times a year came at the news, sitting down at the tables and loosening their belts, stuffing themselves full. It was a rare chance to feast at the home of a wealthy family like Old Money Mo's. If they didn't eat their fill, it would be a real loss, after all, there might not be another opportunity like this.
After eating and drinking their fill, some of those braver went inside to take a look at Old Money Mo's corpse and came back whispering, "It's strange, Old Master Mo's hunchback, treated for over a decade, is gone—his back is actually straight."
"No way, that's creepy," the crowd looked at him sideways.
"Don't believe it? Go in and see for yourself."
