Shopkeeper Bai Ji: Traveling Through the Republic of China to See the Mountains and Rivers

The cold wind was biting, the vegetation was frozen, and the dripping water turned into ice. Bai Xiuyuan woke up early in the morning and looked out the window at the heavy snow. It was eerily quiet, and the dark room seemed to be eating people. But after thinking for a moment, he got dressed, picked up the broom and went to sweep the snow. The yard of a family of eight was not big, but he still swept it for more than half an hour. When he came back and the sun came up, he pulled off yesterday's waste. At first glance, it was December 26th. He lit an incense stick. In front of him, in front of him, Bai Xiuyuan was not a Northeastern man, but a child who would never grow up. He stood there for a long time, looking at him, his eyes red... Gradually, Bai Xiuyuan began to talk to himself, and suddenly his thoughts seemed to return to that fiery era...