On the way, the villager gave a simple self-introduction. His surname was Zhang, named Zhang Ji, a native of Yangjiao Village, exceedingly sincere—he would say whatever was on his mind without hiding anything.
A group of people followed behind Little Zhang, winding their way forward. The village roads were not particularly good, but since Fang Huai De was quite advanced in years and couldn't walk fast, they didn't actually reach the village until around eleven in the morning.
"Woof woof woof—!!"
As soon as the group entered the village, the barking of dogs erupted, followed by the sight of roughly thirty or forty people coming out to meet them.
