The banquet had sixty tables, covering nearly half of the village; everyone from Sanmiao Village was invited, regardless of whether they brought gifts or not.
Men, women, old, and young, not a single person was missed.
In fact, even if they weren't invited, they would have come anyway because this was no ordinary feast. Usually, if someone in the village got married, the most they would spend was three hundred bucks per table, though there were also the newly rich who would spend five hundred per table. However, Wang Xiaoqiang went all out with six thousand per table, serving dishes that the villagers had never seen before; just the cold dishes alone filled a table.