The first day of the tenth lunar month in 2025 is the Winter Clothes Festival. Deep in the Xing'anling Forest Farm, the wind and snow are blowing. Qin Dashan, a forester in his seventies and dressed in rags, drank a bottle of inferior "Old Village Chief" wine to drown his sorrows in front of his wife Cao Rumei's overgrown grave. He cried out that he missed his wife, regretted his indifference to his wife and daughter because he favored sons over daughters, and cursed his nephew Qin Huaiyu who had taken away all his family property. In the end, I finished the wine in the bottle in one breath and fell drunk to the grave...
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