The Zhao Village had practically become the center of attention for everyone in Qingshui County. The villagers felt more than just a sense of honor.
However, alongside the glory came some headaches. There were always people who wanted to become the next Zhao Jing, hoping to touch the Holy Decree and receive enlightenment from Your Majesty. It got so bad that Mr. Zhao had to post guards in the ancestral hall around the clock, just in case the Holy Decree was smudged or stolen by some heartless scoundrel. This kept everyone in the entire village constantly on edge.
As they chatted, the food on the table vanished before their very eyes.
