Several women sold quite a few oranges in town, but more importantly, they solidly promoted them as Liu Hun instructed.
On the day of the ancestral festival drama in Wanbao Village, everyone within a ten-mile radius who could grab a bit of free time rushed to the village entrance early, hoping to get a good spot. They were even more worried about being far away and only being able to see the tops of heads and hear voices, just like in previous years.
The sun gradually rose higher, wilting the enthusiasm of the villagers who had arrived early. One by one, they stretched their necks like geese, but there was no sign of a stage being set up.
"What's going on here? We've been waiting so long, and no one is setting up the stage. Are they pulling our leg or what?"
"That can't be! The festival drama in Wanbao Village has always been on time every year. How could it be canceled? But this sun is too scorching. At this rate, we'll be shriveled like eggplants."
