"Oh! Here come the Huazi and the robes!"
The cheers from outside the door echoed into the rear ancestral hall. Liu Ruyan turned her head in surprise. Eight men were carrying crates toward the hall, each wrapped in bright red silk.
Liu Ruyan stared at the massive crates, stunned. What was inside? Huazi? What kind of Huazi? She didn't smoke, so she knew nothing of the Huazi that Lin Xian and the villagers of Linjiacun Village kept mentioning. She understood the part about the robes, but she wondered why they needed more clothing when the earthly bodies of these wandering deities were already draped in such fine garments.
Chapter 41