War Immortal

The sky was covered with heavy snow, and there were three feet of snow on the ground. This was a heavy snowfall that had not been seen in a hundred years, and it had been falling for a whole month. At the head of the village, a young man wearing a patched cotton-padded jacket was limping along with wood that had just been chopped from the mountain on his back. He might have injured his foot while chopping wood. His hair was covered with white snow, like a frail old man. "Oh, Zheng Feng, you still have to go up the mountain to chop firewood when it snows so heavily," said a boy of about ten years old standing at the door of a mansion. Zheng Feng is the young man who carries firewood. His father died when he was very young. My mother made money by helping others weave and wash clothes, and her life was very poor. The young man who spoke belonged to a wealthy family in the village. He and Zheng Feng were cousins, but they were always targeted in their lives. His mother often ridiculed Zheng Feng's mother. In this village of more than 100 households, everyone knows that this family's hand This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.