As he drove back into the village, just as he reached the entrance, Lin Chu was surprised to see several actual dump trucks, loaded with all sorts of sand, gravel, and cement, slowly entering the village and taking the fork to the left.
That was the direction of the ancestral hall.
'Looks like Dad's already gotten started.'
Lin Chu didn't really have a strong impression of the Lin Family Ancestral Hall. After all, everyone used to be poor. Though it was called an ancestral hall, it was really just an old house of unknown age that had never been renovated.
His most vivid memory of it was from a night a few days before his college entrance exams, when his dad had dragged him by the ear and forced him to go kneel in the ancestral hall all night.
At the time, he'd thought... 'How feudal and superstitious.'
But he really did kneel there for the entire night, feeding the mosquitoes and getting covered in bites.
Looking back on it now, it was actually quite amusing.
「Just then.」
