Saturday.
At a little past eight in the morning, six kids got into Zhang Chunxue's car to head back to Chuxi Village for the feast.
Today was a grand celebration day, as Uncle Yao Jianjun was getting married. The adults had gotten up and gone down to the countryside to help out since before five in the morning. Xu Qingfan couldn't get out of bed, so he took Zhang Chunxue's car back.
"Xiao Fan, you need to give directions, I've never been to Chuxi Village." Zhang Chunxue said to Xu Qingfan, who was sitting in the passenger seat.
"Got it, just go straight, and turn right at the traffic light at the end." Xu Qingfan buckled his seatbelt and responded.