"......The kids from Changxi Town are completely set for the future."
Upon seeing the thickened, fitted burlap bags hanging in front of the ancestral hall door, Ansheng couldn't help but comment with a peculiar expression on his face.
"There's no helping it. After all, there's never been a precedent for blowing up cow dung in the ancestral hall. It's a first for all of us, and we didn't have a standard before..."
"And besides, the approach taken by Chen Zhi's family isn't quite suitable for promoting throughout the village. In the end, after weighing things up, the village committee came up with a way to appease the public anger and give a bit of a show for the ancestors."
Although Old Chen didn't understand Ansheng's words, he could infer a thing or two from his expression, and opened his mouth with a smile.
"From now on, anyone who commits a wrong will be hung inside the burlap bag, and their parents will whip them publicly in front of the ancestors and villagers."
