As the days passed,
they could not leave the town and hide in the mountains.
They could only begin adapting to their new lives. People patrolled around the clan grounds, and entry and exit were strictly forbidden.
The Clan Head sternly ordered everyone not to casually reveal their peculiarities.
For this was a blessing bestowed by their ancestors.
It absolutely could not be discovered by outsiders.
At first, things were fine. The clan members were relatively obedient.
As for the few who disobeyed, under the harsh feudal clan rules, they were first made to kneel, then publicly shamed. If they still refused to change and tried to sneak off to report them to the authorities, they were simply drowned in a pond! Li Xiaosi had no idea how such brain-dead oddballs still existed.
Clearly, their ancestors had given them a good thing, yet they insisted on thinking they had been possessed by ghosts...
So they wanted to leave, convinced that their lives were worthless—that living only a few decades was normal, while living several centuries was something only great cultivators or immortals could achieve...
They were just like those tamed Manchu Qing slaves.
Each of them took joy in receiving praise from the masters they loyally served, and took pride in having their loyalty recognized.
It was like those queue dramas he had watched before transmigrating. The disloyal were mocked, while those loyal enough to be dogs were praised instead.
It was utterly laughable.
They had wasted so many years learning modern knowledge and being influenced by modern civilization.
Yet as time went on, some people still could not endure such a closed-off life.
Especially the younger people, who wanted to venture outside.
Really, they just wanted to find partners.
The Clan Head had actually considered the issue of partners.