It wasn't many days after Jiang He and Erya married that the snow melted, and it was New Year's Day.
The chapter belonging to the sixties thus came to a close, and the footsteps of history officially stepped into the seventies, turning over a new leaf.
The weather on New Year's Day was particularly fine, with blue skies and white clouds, and the sunlight felt warm on one's body. Villagers appeared in groups in front of and behind their houses, basking in the sun while chatting leisurely, their faces adorned with brilliant smiles.
Although the past year had seen its share of unseasonable weather and unfavorable rains, the harvest turned out to be satisfactory in the end, with no reduction in grain yield.
In the hearts of the common people, having grain spelled security.
