C157 A Little Girl Eating Chicken Feet

The eighteen years of the Tianyuan's winter was very cold, and after another eighteen days, it was the Spring Festival.

Last New Year's Eve, Tang Weiji looked down the mountain on Faangcun Mount and was filled with joy. This year, he was destined to not be able to hear those sounds.

He was carrying his luggage along the way, which contained only some silver coins and some change of clothes