Chapter 141.1
Two months later, early winter has arrived. As the first snow fell here and there, people began to prepare supplies for the new year.
The new year is a new beginning after the end of a year. For many poor people, the new year is like a pass. In the twelfth lunar month of winter, it is a blessing not to be frozen to death or starved to death, let alone have the capacity to celebrate.
In his previous life, Feng Shao was always alone, and he was alone every New Year’s Eve.
He would buy a roast chicken, and two bottles of beer, and sit in a rented house watching the Spring Festival Gala on TV.
This is Feng Shao’s routine during Chinese New Year every year.
The lights of thousands of houses outside the window have nothing to do with him, and the only thing that comforts him is the seven-day holiday of the Chinese New Year.
But after transmigration, Feng Shao gradually realized the true taste of the new year.
Feng Shao remembered that he spent the first year in this world with a serious illness.
At that time, he had just been rescued from the snow by Qing Yangzi.