While Mrs. Zhang and Zhang Xia were talking in the Clumsy Grass Hall, Chen Ji patiently waited outside.
He stood under the eaves, hands folded in his sleeves, looking up at the icicles hanging above, contemplating the upcoming New Year's Eve and New Year's Day.
Last New Year's Day, they spent it on the road back to the Imperial Capital from Guyuan.
Having survived the disaster, no one had the energy to celebrate anything. On New Year's Eve, even Xiao Man only made some dumplings in the inn's kitchen, and they even missed the Lantern Festival in the Imperial Capital.
How should they celebrate this New Year's Day?
Chen Ji tried to recall how he celebrated before coming to the Ning Dynasty.
When he was seven, his father hadn't started his business yet, and the family wasn't wealthy.
On New Year's Eve, his father finally got a day off and rode a shabby electric bike, with him sitting on the front crossbar and his mother in the back.
