Once the clatter of the Officials' horses faded from the village entrance, the surrounding villagers breathed a collective sigh of relief.
Although the soldiers hadn't been rough, their armor and the long swords at their waists gave off an intimidating aura that warned others to keep their distance. For villagers who spent their lives working the land, this pressure from the authorities was a constant, heavy weight on their minds.
Yang Shouzhuo stood at his courtyard gate, looking at the sea of people before him. Even the deep ravines of his wrinkles seemed to smile. He raised his voice and announced, "Today is a day for celebration! My family is hosting a grand feast tonight. Everyone in the village, young and old, come on over so we can celebrate together!"
"Alright!"
The villagers immediately erupted in cheers, cupping their fists in unison. "Congratulations, Uncle Yang!"
