The eve of Xiaonian passed amidst the bustling sounds of firecrackers, and the festive atmosphere grew increasingly rich. Compared to other families in the village who were still busy preparing for the New Year goods, the Mo Family lacked for nothing. They made a trip to the city, bought incense, candles, firecrackers, and the usual cooking condiments – once they had procured these New Year necessities, their days carried on as usual.
The next day was another clear, sunny one. Mo Yan sat in the courtyard, basking in the warm sun while hemming new clothes for her father.
Underneath her, a large sheepskin blanket made from several pieces lay on the ground; four animals lay across it in disarray, leisurely swaying their tails, contentedly closing their eyes, and relishing the tranquility and warmth of the winter day.
