One day later.
Morning.
Duang~Duang~ sounds echoed throughout Spirit Manor.
Ning Zheng was startled awake from her dreams.
Have those who forge iron come down the mountain?
Upon careful listening, she realized it was the sound of gongs and drums outside, very lively, and someone was setting off firecrackers.
Yes, there were firecrackers.
For a hundred years, people maintain their behaviors and daily living habits from when they were alive, and they can farm, raise pigs, weave, so why shouldn't they be allowed to make firecrackers?
"It's New Year's, it's New Year's!"
Early in the morning, Ning Jiaojiao was knocking at the door, "Aunt Li next door told me that the New Year Market has opened, let's go to the market like last year."
Ning Zheng was in a daze for a moment.
She had aged another year since coming to this world.
The group of blacksmiths came over a week ago, a fierce bunch who swiftly dealt with the big menace of the crow, so now she could have a prosperous year.
