Very soon, it was New Year's Eve.
On New Year's Eve, the snow on the ground was still quite thick. The villagers had only cleared the snow from the roads and in front of their own houses, while the rest of the areas remained a blanket of white.
By the afternoon, they began setting off firecrackers and putting up spring couplets.
Yang Erchou stood on a stool to put up the spring couplets while the Old Madam watched from a distance with a teacup in her hand: "No, a little higher, to the west, yes, just like that."
Anning and Li Cuixia were making dumplings in the kitchen.
No one likes getting up early on the first day of the lunar new year, so they make the dumplings in advance, freeze them in the cold room, and then just cook them when they wake up on the first day, saving a lot of trouble.
