It was around three in the afternoon.
The feast was winding down.
For the most part, the men of the village were all roaring drunk.
Some were lying down, others were sprawled out, limbs askew all over the place. You'd think it was the scene of some grisly crime.
But it made sense when you thought about it. Alcohol was expensive, after all—it was made from grain.
They might sneak a sip or two at night when they were exhausted from the busy farming season, but today, they drank to their hearts' content.
And it was all fine jarred liquor from the city, no less.
While the men were dead drunk, the women pulled out cloth bags they'd prepared earlier and began scrambling to take food home.
The sight made Su Liyan's parents' hearts ache.
But on second thought, the feast had been a grand affair from start to finish.
They couldn't afford to lose face at the very end.
Besides, even if they took all this food home, they wouldn't be able to finish it.
