Returning to the village, it was already eight or nine o'clock.
Over at the entrance of the village, it was quite lively, with convoys of cars, like a dragon, entering Blackstone Village.
The leading cars were luxury vehicles. I took one look and knew it was Brian Anderson and Mr. Wilson. The cars behind were somewhat unfamiliar, ones I hadn't seen before.
The convoy came in, parked one by one, filling up all the open space at the village entrance.
The whole village suddenly became bustling with activity.
Many villagers came out in droves to watch from afar.
Village Chief Frank Green, along with Uncle and a group of village committee members, went up to greet them.
When I arrived, everyone came up to greet me.
Brian Anderson and Mr. Jay greeted first, followed by the village chief and uncle. Next, a middle-aged man, leading a group, came up to greet them.
