At the village entrance stood a massive stone, about two zhang high, engraved with the words "Black River Village" in a grand, elegant script, unlike what you would expect in a rural village.
"Uncle Fu."
"We're back!"
A man shouted loudly, drawing in his breath.
Soon, an elder pushed open the door and glanced over, his soul trembling with fear. He turned towards the village and cried, "Quick, quick, grab your weapons, a tiger is coming!"
There was a burst of commotion.
Dozens of men brandishing iron rakes, wooden sticks, and iron nets gathered nervously and headed in that direction.
As they got closer, they saw it wasn't a tiger at all, but a young man carrying a tiger.
"Nursing home..."
"The madam has sent nursing home again!"
Uncle Fu beamed with joy, and the villagers all cheered.
This Uncle Fu, named Fu Changshou, was the village chief of Black River Village, seventy-seven years old, considered a long-lived elder.
