The snowflakes of the twelfth lunar month hit the roof of the adobe house and the walls turned yellow and peeled off. The original owner's fourteen-year-old father was bitten by a wild boar four years ago, and the mother survived for three years and just died. As soon as I got off the kang, I touched the peeling bronze mirror - the empty rice vat was bottomed out and the wind outside the window sounded like a hungry ghost howling. I first rummaged through the bottom of the cabinet to see if there was any missing half of a sweet potato. It's cold in this yard, so I have to save food from my own mouth.
