Dai Wei woke up and immediately felt the cold.
A bone-chilling cold.
"So cold..."
Wrapped in his quilt, Dai Wei stood up, went to the wardrobe for an extra quilt, and then returned to bed to wrap himself up again.
But he found... it still wasn't warm enough.
Still cold.
"What in the world is going on?"
Today was his nineteenth birthday.
On his birthday... he hadn't expected to wake up like this.
He lay in bed for a while longer, and then realized... he couldn't fall back asleep.
The colder it got, the hungrier he felt.
Dai Wei stood up from the bed, put on a few clothes, and cautiously made his way outside, preparing to make himself some late-night snacks in the kitchen.
In this village, acquiring food was never a simple matter. The harvest of crops couldn't guarantee resistance against droughts and floods, and food such as poultry, eggs, and dairy wasn't so easily obtained either.
Fortunately... Dai Wei's family had a considerable surplus of food.
