Time flies like a fleeting shadow; this is the winter of the sixtieth year of Dayan.
Silver sat in the ox cart driven by Gu Chengli, swaying along the road back to Shangling Village.
Today is already the third day of the twelfth lunar month, the last day of school for this year. Although there are still some days until the New Year, as the saying goes: after the Laba Festival, it's the New Year. Plus, being in the north, it snows early, making the roads difficult to travel to school again.
The hooves of the ox tapped on the snow that had been firmly trodden, making "creak, creak" sounds. Silver lifted the curtain and saw a mountain forest and wilderness covered in white snow. A bit further, the village of Shangling would come into view.
Breathing in the cold air of the mountain forest made one's forehead ache from the chill.
