"That's strange, weren't we supposed to go to Jiang City?"
"How did we end up running to some godforsaken village?"
Qin Huai'an had run for a kilometer when he began to feel that something was terribly wrong. However, since Brother Mo had given them instructions, he instinctively trusted them. Therefore, like a gust of wind, Qin Huai'an ran from one end of the village to the other, heading towards the village designated by Mo Siyu.
Along the way, over mountains and hills, Qin Huai'an kept his head down and headed towards that village, completely unaware that the village they had left had exploded into a frenzy shortly after his departure.
Mo Siyu took out ten yuan, hired ten people from the village, and began to spread the word in nearby villages that there would soon be a circus performance in the village.
As night fell, the news of the impending circus spread like wildfire to every corner of the village.
In 1987, unlike later years, there were not many entertainment options.
