You return home with a full load of SOL, last year's Range Rover has been replaced by a second-hand Hongguang, the village chief says you have come to the wrong village, your parents make you kneel in the center of the ancestral hall, at the meal they tell you to stand and not speak, the big fish and meat are placed at the farthest distance from you, your cousin, whom you have never met, gives you a piece of ginger, telling you to try to come to your cousin's house less often, saying you are doing even worse than the single old Zhang next door.