The winter chill deepens, and the leaves in the forest rustle desolately.
The Northern regions and the Western Regions, needless to say, are considered bitterly cold places by the people of the Central Plains. At this time of year, snow falls thickly, and the warm breath that comes out when speaking turns into large clouds of white mist.
In the small town further south, the days are gradually growing colder. When the wind is still, the sunlight falling on people offers a somewhat warm feeling.
But once the wind rises, it cuts through like a cold knife, slicing into people's chests.
People are accustomed to wrapping their clothes tightly around them to ward off the cold wind, yet these days, it's more bearable than in previous years. The new policies have brought clothing made from Western wool.
For some reason, the price is surprisingly low, and the quality is good and cheap.
