The Cautious Cheng Liu

Jin Kingdom.

Cheng Family Village.

On this day.

Carriage after carriage slowly rolled into the small village from the county town and prefectural city.

Clatter, clatter!!!

They shattered the village's peace.

Crisp, childish cries rang out from within the carriages.

"Mother, I want to go back. There are no candied hawthorns here, no sesame cakes, no..."

"Yun'er, be good!"

"No, I don't..."

"If you want your father to whip you, then we'll go back right now!"

"Then... then we'll only stay a little while, Mother, okay?"

"..."

Inside the Cheng Family compound.

Over a hundred clansmen stood along the corridors on both sides.

Each of them held the hand of a boy or girl around thirteen or fourteen years old. One particularly mischievous boy looked around curiously, lifted his head, and whispered to his father:

"Dad, there are so many people?"

At this.

A burly middle-aged man's expression turned stern as he said in a low voice:

"Have you forgotten what I told you before we came?"

Remembering his father's repeated warnings before they entered the compound, the boy's little face immediately fell. He lowered his head and said no more.

Seeing this.

The middle-aged father said nothing further and looked toward the main hall in the center of the compound.

Inside the main hall, a long table had been laid crosswise, with a handsome young man standing behind it.

At that moment, he held a thin booklet and flipped through it page by page.

He paid no heed whatsoever to the gazes cast his way by the clansmen outside.

The entire compound was almost completely silent.

Even if an occasional youngster refused to behave, their family quickly gave them a scolding.

Before long.

The compound returned to silence once more.

These little ancestors were usually not easy to discipline.