Several more days passed.
Old Yao, once a groom at the Lin Residence and now the Chief Steward of the Ji Residence.
He was having his godson, Yao Shi, steady a stool for him as he personally hung couplets and good fortune characters. He adorned the Ji Residence with lanterns, filling it with a festive, fiery-red glow.
As he spread the paste, Old Yao glanced back. His gaze traveled beyond the gates of the Ji Residence—a true high-class family home now—to the long promenade of West Street. It looked to be in ruins, yet awaiting revival, and he couldn't help but sigh.
"For such a calamity to strike during the New Year... sigh..."
"But thank goodness for Boss Ji. If it weren't for him, the people of this county would have suffered terribly. They might not have even survived!"
