The night sky was like water, with countless stars twinkling. Each star obeyed the eternal laws, rolling thunderously across the heavens, their light bathing the world, coating everything with an unblemished sheen.
Little Stone Village!
The lights were bright, and the sounds of lively chatter filled the air. Dozens of villagers had gathered at Uncle Zhuo's front door, each face brimming with joyous laughter, the sound of mirth occasionally bursting forth.
Though it was already deep into the night, after a day of celebrating the Buddhist rituals, the villagers were still spirited. They had set up a few simple banquet tables in front of Uncle Zhuo's house, topped with some inferior wines and spirits.
The banquet was modest, with only crops like sweet potatoes, accompanied by some vegetables and homemade liquor, but it was enough to entertain the villagers.
