After so long, Feng Yun returned to Huaxi Village, and at first glance, the village cloaked in snow felt somewhat unfamiliar.
Red lanterns hung from every family's doorway, with replaced peachwood charms signifying the New Year's spirit.
Those places where she had left with only rammed earth walls now had houses built up, snow covering the ridges of the fields, hiding any crops, while the sounds of chickens and dogs echoed from the sheds, smoke curled up from the kitchens, and a layer of solid ice covered the ponds.
A few children ran out from the thatched huts, their cheeks reddish from the cold wind. Seeing Feng Yun, they looked on curiously before exclaiming in surprise after a long pause.
"The Village Chief's Lady is back!"
Someone shouted out, and the news quickly spread.
Suddenly, the village burst into life.
This family opened their door, that family peered out, and soon everyone hurriedly came out, warmly greeting and following the carriage into the estate.