"Cheers!"
Gao Yuan and Xiang Weiguo lifted their glasses of white liquor, and Luo Xingyu did the same before all three of them downed their drinks.
Now there was no shortage of alcohol because they had an entire village's supply to drink from. Whether in the countryside or the city, which household wouldn't have a bottle or two of liquor?
On New Year's Eve, it began to snow heavily.
The alcohol was halfway to its full effect, and midnight had already passed.
There was no gala, no fireworks, but there were dumplings, dishes, and liquor.
"Uncle Xiang, I wish you a Happy New Year, I'm going to kneel for you."
Gao Yuan was slightly tipsy and, buoyed by the alcohol, he was earnest as he stood up, left his seat, and firmly knelt in front of Xiang Weiguo to kowtow.
According to tradition, kneeling for the elders was part of the New Year's customs, but very few people followed this tradition anymore.
