Exactly at six, all the eight people - Mei, Ming, Zhi and her little daughter, Guo and his bride, the uncle and the auntie, were walking in a line. They each carried a dish, some incenses and fake money to the temple in the Fungshui forest near the end of the village. Kneeling before the ancestors, one by one, they burnt three incenses and some fake money, kowtowed and prayed in silence. Mei and the auntie had burnt much more fake money. Half an hour later, they walked the same way back to fi nish the food that the ancestors had left. Everyone felt blessed.