I don’t know if you understand it, or if you listen to it on mobile phones, online games, or computers, I don’t know if you understand it.

In short, that night, I listened to the sound of snow falling outside, talked nonsense, and dreamed about another world.

It's dawn, and the sky and the earth are completely white.

This year is Xiaonian, and the 29th day of the twelfth lunar month is New Year’s Eve.

When I woke up in the morning, the sky had cleared up. The snow was as heavy as goose feathers last night, and it was already up to my ankles when I went out.

Yang Xiaotao took a wooden board and piled the snow in the yard into the corner. In the old rural areas, the snow would have been a natural refrigerator. If you put the New Year's goods in it, you can eat it until the end of the year.

However, in this era, there is not much to eat, not to mention that Yang Xiaotao still has storage space, where time stands still and will not rot over the years.

The thick snow was pushed aside, and then the yard was swept clean with a bald sweeping pole.

Uncle Chen next door also got up to clear the snow. Yesterday, he and his wife went to a friend's house for a visit. When they came back in the evening, they heard the news from the neighbors' gossip.

"Boy, I heard what happened yesterday."

"That bad guy Lao Yi was so angry that he vomited blood?"

Uncle Chen said, holding out his thumb with a very proud face.

Yang Xiaotao also became interested, obviously the older generation knew a lot about Yi Zhonghai.

It's a pity that Uncle Chen didn't want to say more. After the two cleaned up the yard, Uncle Chen asked him to go to the house to celebrate the New Year today, but Yang Xiaotao refused.

After all, this is his first year in this world.

Uncle Chen didn't say much, since we were close anyway, he just gave us a bowl of dumplings the next day.

After cleaning up the yard, Yang Xiaotao went to the supply and marketing cooperative to buy some coal. It was too cold this winter, so it was good to prepare more coal.

Then I read books at home to pass the time.

In the front yard, the third uncle swept the door clean and set up a square table with red paper on it. Next to it was an old inkstone. He held a brush in his hand and stood in front of the table to brew up his feelings.

Many people stopped at the table, waiting for the work to be completed, and then left a handful of peanuts or melon seeds in a porcelain basin aside. They took home the festive couplets and pasted them on the mottled wooden door.

To celebrate the New Year, people would paste couplets on their doors to pray for a prosperous life in the coming year.

As for Yang Xiaotao, there is no need for it. His father passed away at home, so according to custom, he will not be red this year.

After working for a long time, the whole courtyard changed color.

On the couplets, children bought small firecrackers with the money they collected from their parents. There were noises everywhere in the yard and alleys, and there were sounds of joy.

Yang Xiaotao stood in the yard for a while, feeling the lost atmosphere of his previous life. He wanted to blend in and be happy, but a sense of fear arose in his heart.

"Maybe I'm really afraid of blending in."

Yang Xiaotao laughed at himself, "a ridiculous time traveler."

In the afternoon, the New Year atmosphere was even stronger, and everyone smiled when they met. Even the mean Jia Zhang was chatting and laughing with everyone in the yard.

Of course, she can't change her narrow-minded mentality of taking advantage of others. If she can't say more than three sentences, she will talk baldly and swear a lot.

Yang Xiaotao also saw Silly Pillar. Although his nose was bruised and his face was swollen, he picked it up at home and prepared to celebrate the New Year.

Yang Xiaotao thought for a moment and thought of the deaf old lady.

This old guy has some favors in Sijiu City, so she should be the one to take action.

When Sha Zhu saw Yang Xiaotao, he couldn't hide the disgust and hatred in his eyes, but he couldn't hold it back.

I don’t know if it was the Chinese New Year or someone warned him, but in short, if Silly Zhu doesn’t come looking for trouble, Yang Xiaotao won’t make himself uncomfortable.

In the evening, Uncle Chen came over to invite again, but Yang Xiaotao still refused.

In the courtyard, a cheerful atmosphere began to spread, quickly bringing out the flavor of the new year.

Silly Zhu led He Yuyu to the uncle's house, prepared a table of delicious food, and brought the Jia family with him. Together with the deaf old lady, Yi Zhonghai's house was considered the liveliest place.

Of course, the same is true in other homes. Only in the corner of the penthouse, the cold candlelight illuminates the empty room, and one can quietly appreciate the New Year's Eve that has disappeared from memory.

Yang Xiaotao stayed up until twelve o'clock, then stewed all the meat he bought and asked him to make dumplings. He probably couldn't even make the noodles.

Although I am not good at cooking, I always remember to add more salt, so I spent this year quietly eating salty pork and cabbage stew.

Of course, it can't be said to be a person, because there is Xiaowei on Yang Xiaotao's chest.

Xiaowei now is Yang Xiaotao's relative.
Chapter completed!