Happy Events Are Hard to Come By
by Liu Mingheng
About This Novel
As the days cross the threshold of the twelfth lunar month, the atmosphere of the new year begins. Occasionally, two or three firecrackers are heard in the village, bringing some life to the cold countryside. It's a rare sunny day. The sun shines on the snow, and the sky and earth are dazzlingly white. Farmers in the twelfth lunar month are not idle. Men have to take care of farm tools that have been used for a year, such as plows, harrows, and hoes. They need to repair what needs to be repaired, mend what needs to be mended, and quench what needs to be quenched. Women are busy washing quilts, drying cotton wool, and beating dust. Three old women were washing clothes at the laundry port under the ancient covered bridge in front of the village. Niu Yuejin's mother-in-law, Cao Guilan, beat the quilt with a mallet, then shook it out and rinsed it in the river. Wave after wave of water spread to the other side of the river, shaking the water plants. At this time, Wen Xiangzi walked down the steps and shouted: "Aunt Guilan, Sister Danli, and Aunt Jintao, you are all here. The village chief's father is celebrating his seventieth birthday and he is here to pick you up. This is an invitation."
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