At the beginning of the Shen hour, a great throng of disaster victims marched toward Xiangyang Village.
"Dong! Dong! Dong!" The sound of a gong echoed through the air.
At the same time, Zhang Fan gestured toward the thatched hut at the entrance of the village. "Look, the great philanthropist knows everyone is here; he’s beating a gong to welcome us!"
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