There weren't enough brushes, ink, paper, and inkstones, but there was no shortage of chairs and stools.
Cheng Zongyang made a mental note of this. He'd go scour the County Town for more in a few days.
Furthermore, they didn't have to go to school this morning. Instead, they were to observe the clan induction ceremony. They brought their schoolbags only because they still had classes in the afternoon.
After telling his younger brother to drop off the schoolbags at the schoolhouse, Cheng Zongyang headed to the Sect Hall.
As soon as he entered, he saw his father and several other elders discussing something. Outside, a large crowd had gathered.
"Zongyang, not sleeping in?" Zhou Zhenyuan asked with a grin when he saw him.
At his words, the others all glanced over before quickly returning to their conversation.
Cheng Zongyang shook his head slightly. "I'm used to it. What's going on?"
