"Oh!"
Everyone was overjoyed and shouted in unison.
After holding back for so long, the crisis was finally resolved the day before the New Year. The weight in everyone's heart was finally unloaded.
There was a fire pit outside to keep the others warm. The flames were reflected in everyone's eyes, and everyone's chests were puffing as they surrounded Zhao Zhan. It was unknown who reached out first, but a few strong men threw Zhao Zhan high up into the air.
Zhao Zhan also laughed out loud, infected by the joyous atmosphere.
That group of people made a ruckus until late at night before they happily bid farewell and went home with the meat in their hands.
The house had been empty for a few days. It was going to be the New Year the next day, so they all rushed to light the oil lamps and torches to start cleaning their places.
Yang Dashan and Zhao Zhan walked home side by side.
