An Ning and I had nearly walked through all of Tang Village, but we still hadn't found the ancestral hall.
The ancestral hall had a front courtyard, but the houses in Tang Village only had back courtyards, not front ones.
We sat beneath a tree to rest, planning to finish searching the remaining areas afterward. If we still couldn't find the ancestral hall, we would have to head back for now.
"I can't figure out what the things Old Shen saw that night actually meant."
While we rested, I discussed it with An Ning.
I could understand the spirit tablets inside the ancestral hall. Their arrangement from top to bottom amounted to a hierarchy.
Customs differed from place to place. Some places put the tablets of ancestors from the senior generations at the front, while others put them at the top.
The tablets of Zhang Chengfeng's family were at the very top, including that of his unborn son.
Zhang Chengfeng's own tablet was in the second row.
That arrangement alone showed that Zhang Chengfeng had placed them himself.
In his heart, he felt he had failed his family, so he hadn't placed his own tablet beside theirs, but below them instead.
As for the third and fourth rows, those people were probably villagers who had bullied Zhang Chengfeng's family. The hooligan's name was among them.
Naturally, they had to be placed below, a rank beneath the others.
That fitted Zhang Chengfeng's mindset perfectly.
Still, there was something rather abnormal about Zhang Chengfeng's state of mind. He was clearly still alive, yet he had made a spirit tablet for himself.
What I couldn't understand now was the meaning of the scene Old Shen had later witnessed in the courtyard.
"Maybe they were just performing opera."
An Ning suddenly said, "Young people