The snow is falling; the first snowfall of early winter has arrived as expected.
In a month or two, it will be New Year. The town is blanketed in white, and the streets and alleys are dressed in pure white.
The wind howls, and despite the cold weather, it cannot stop the street vendors from waiting idly for customers.
In the distant rugged mountains, there is not a speck of green; the world is a vast expanse of white.
Yang Fan, dressed in a thick down jacket, is sitting in a warm room, staying by a coal stove, feeling not the slightest bit cold.
Two days passed in a flash again. His strength has somewhat recovered, and there's no problem walking freely now.
For the past two days, he has been thinking about making money. After much thought, only his medical skills seem the most reliable.
The snow has come, and Wu Jinsui has gone home. There's not much stock for now; he'll go into the mountains to collect more when the weather clears up.
