At this moment, quite a few women had gathered in the open space, their footsteps crunching on the snow.
A middle-aged woman in a floral cotton jacket was shouting loudly, her voice booming, "Look, the weather is clearing up, the snow has stopped, and our good days are about to come. Yet some people lack sense and purposely don't want us to have a good New Year."
As soon as she finished speaking, someone chimed in.
"Exactly, there's only a few days till New Year, and instead of trying to arrange something festive to ward off bad luck, light incense for the ancestors, they might think we are unfilial descendants!"
"Our husbands work so hard, day and night, they've all gotten thinner from exhaustion, and still not allowed to rest for even a day; their wages even get docked, it's truly unfair."
"Indeed, why do they get ten work points a day, while we only get five?"
