"The sound of firecrackers marks the passing year, and the spring breeze brings warmth with the Tusu wine. With the bright sun rising over thousands of households, it's time to replace the old peach wood talismans with new ones."
Little Mountain City, Shanyao Gang.
This world had the tradition of celebrating the Chinese New Year too, and some customs seemed very familiar to Zhong Shenxiu, who couldn't help but recite a few lines of poetry.
"What literary talent, elder!"
The fellow apprentices crowding around him were all rough men, what did they know of appreciating poetry? They were merely flattering instinctively.
Wei Baizhu was extremely busy, and Wei Hongyao was avoiding him, which made Zhong Shenxiu feel quite bored.
"Disciple kowtows to master."
Shi Yu, dressed in new cotton clothes, was beaming as he offered New Year greetings to Zhong Shenxiu and received a red envelope.
