In November, Yanjing City saw its first snowfall.
The snow was not heavy, but the weather had already turned bitterly cold. It was said that the mountains to the east had their paths sealed by snow, and hunters dared not venture into the mountains. Yet for the sake of making a living, some risked the danger to hunt. Nothing else mattered, for in this season, selling a single white wolf pelt to the wife of a wealthy family could fetch one hundred taels of silver.
For the sake of livelihood, people could bring themselves to do anything.
