When dawn arrived, Li Chenmo woke up and went to the pig pen with his son. As for his wife and daughter, the two of them were still sleeping.
In the winter, daytime was shorter, so even though it was already five o'clock in the morning, the sky was still dark. Holding onto a flashlight, he saw the fluttering snow slowly fall to the ground and pile up into a thick layer.
As they walked to the pig pen, only the crunching sound of ice breaking under their feet could be heard. Thinking about the New Year that was only one month away, Li Chenmo said, "During this period, we have to keep the pigs warm and feed them well."
Dong Li also calculated the time and knew that in around three weeks, it would be meat distribution day. By then, the pigs would be slaughtered, and they would receive the work points. Thinking about receiving the fruit of their labor made him feel excited.
"Understood," he nodded.
