Early the next morning, as the horizon just began to pale with the first light of dawn, the whole of Beidahuang was still shrouded in a hazy mist. Yet this biting chill could not dampen the people's enthusiasm for welcoming the New Year in the slightest.
It happened to be the day of the rural market, and every household was making final preparations for the Spring Festival. The village was bustling with life, brimming with a rich festive atmosphere.
Jiang Rou had also gotten up early and was hurrying toward the market.
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