When Zhao Rong and his group saw the time displayed on the television's news broadcast, the five of them were dumbfounded yet again. They couldn't figure out if it was the year 1984 or 2184.
Just then, the village beauty said to a young man who had just walked in, "Ah, there you are."
The young man smiled at Zhao Rong's group and said very politely, "Everyone, since it's getting late, allow me to show you to your accommodations."
At this point, having eaten and drunk their fill, Zhao Rong and his four companions were feeling drowsy. When they heard the young man's offer, they nodded eagerly. "That's great, we were just starting to nod off. Please, lead the way."
The young man led them to the backyard, pointed to a relatively upscale brick house, and said, "Everyone, welcome to my humble home."
When Zhao Rong and his group followed the man inside, they discovered a large, heated brick bed—a kang—that took up most of the room. Clearly, they would all be sleeping together tonight.
