The villagers took this matter very seriously; the village chief's house was surrounded by layers of people, three layers inside and three layers outside. And it was understandable; it was a matter of life and death for them, who wouldn't take it seriously?
"Uncle Village Chief, how many tables and chairs have been prepared? If there are too few, I'm afraid it might be problematic," my master had already roughly explained to me the purpose of the tables and chairs during the meal. The tables were to be piled up; the higher, the better, while the chairs were to be arranged into the Eight Trigrams Diagram, encircling the tables in the middle.
"We've prepared about a hundred square tables and three to four hundred chairs. If that's not enough, I'll find a way to get more," the village chief replied, looking up at the sky and counting on his fingers before speaking somewhat embarrassedly.