He walked over to Master Tiger and said, "Master Tiger, can you think of a way to drive these crows away?"
Master Tiger pondered for a moment, then walked to the front of the square, settled into a horse stance, took a deep breath, and activated his guard's innate skill-Tiger Guard Roar.
Ring after ring of visible, transparent sound waves battered everyone's eardrums across the square.
The majesty of the king of beasts was fully displayed in that tiger's roar.
The crows within range of Master Tiger's sonic attack were killed outright by the vibrations, while those beyond its range took flight.
They blotted out the sky above the square, yet remained utterly silent. After circling the square a few times, the crows flew away like a black cloud without looking back.
The square was instantly clear, as though those crows had never come.
After observing carefully, Old Hu identified the square's purpose. He said, "This is the village's Wheat-Drying Ground. After the summer wheat harvest, many villagers dry their wheat here. It can't hold the entire village's wheat, but it meets a large part of their drying needs."
The entire square was earth flattened with a stone roller. The densely textured yellow soil had been tightly compressed under the roller's weight to form rammed earth, its surface seemingly covered by a smooth, hard shell. Even when it rained, it would not turn to mud; water would simply flow off its surface.
Rammed-earth wheat-drying grounds like this could be found in many northern villages. When a family's own courtyard was not large enough, they would come to a communal drying ground like this.
Two months had now passed since the villagers performed their sacrificial ceremony, and no traces of it remained visible in the square.
But what Cui Jiuyang had