But I can't quite put my finger on what feels odd about this place.
Turning to the three people drenched in sweat, Qin Shou asked, "How far is it to Chen Family Village?"
"Not much farther, not much farther."
"We'll be there soon."
The three replied repeatedly.
Qin Shou's forehead was covered in black lines—he remembered these exact words from earlier, before nightfall.
Looks like no matter what era, the word "soon" is as ambiguous as ever.
It wasn't until the dead of night.
Qin Shou finally saw a flicker of firelight in the darkness.
Da Zhuang pointed at the firelight, delighted: "Mr. Qin, we've arrived."
Qin Shou nodded, "It's so late—are the villagers still awake? Why is there firelight?"
Da Zhuang shook his head: "Mr. Qin, you might not know this—our men at Chen Family Village often go out hunting for days on end and often return late at night.
So during the night, the villagers light bonfires on the high ground to guide us home."
