Third day of the twelfth lunar month, snow falling heavily.
Seven hundred and seventy miles south of Bashe Forest, Wuzuo Town.
The snowfall has lasted for three days. Apart from the main road, which is specifically cleared, just a few steps outside the town will bury you knee-deep in snow. Stand still in the snow for thirty minutes and a person would turn into a popsicle. In this wretched weather, only the blind would venture out. However, the old almanac states that today is suitable for opening markets and moving homes, so the town's only tavern remains open.
As expected, the tavern only welcomed a few straggling cats throughout the day, aside from some old drunks who braved the snowstorm, no other guests entered. Manager Liu yawned lazily for the tenth time today, glimpsing through the thick cotton curtains that the light outside was dim. He considered closing early tonight; in such cold weather, he should hurry home to the warm bed and embrace his plump wife.
