Zhang Yuanqing and his family lived in Zhangjiazhuang Village, Bei River Township, Yu County.
Zhangjiazhuang Village was small, with fewer than a thousand residents in total.
Some of the village's young people had headed north, while others had gone south.
They had all packed their bags and left home to find work.
Only some elderly empty nesters and left-behind children remained.
Because Zhang Family Village was so remote, sometimes an entire year passed without a single stranger visiting.
The arrival of four sightseeing vehicles full of visitors was like a pebble tossed into a still lake, sending out ripple after ripple.
"Oh! Why are there so many people here today? What are they here for?"
"It's been ages since our village has seen so many unfamiliar faces."
"Look at how they're dressed. They must be city folk."
"Look at those little kids, so fair and tender. They're much more lovable than the little terrors running around our village causing trouble."
The older men and women cooling themselves with palm-leaf fans by the walls all rose to their feet and watched the great procession of tourists.
They had lived in the village for decades, but when had they ever seen anything like this?
They all followed behind the sightseeing vehicles, wanting to see just what these people were here for.
The arrival of Lin Zhe's group even caught the attention of Zhang Family Village's Party secretary.
"Hello, sir. I'm Zhang Xinguo, the Party secretary of Zhang Family Village. May I ask what you're all here for?"
Zhang Xinguo rode a small electric scooter up to the Toyota Prado leading the convoy and questioned Dan Teng, who was driving, through the window.
"We're here to visit relatives. We're going to his aunt's house."
After stopping the car, Dan Teng pointed at Lin