After the birth of a woman, the whole family depends on me to bring honor to the family

As the New Year approaches, the whole world seems to be shrouded in a festive atmosphere.

Song Yu stood quietly on the street, with the sound of firecrackers coming one after another in his ears and the brilliant fireworks blooming in front of him.

She looked up at the bright fireworks in the night sky, and a complex feeling welled up in her heart.

This Fire Nation is indeed becoming more and more powerful. Since she came to this world, it seems that every time she can witness the rapid improvement and development of different countries.

She remembered how calm she was and how she wanted to give up when she first came here, but now, she has experienced too many storms and changes in this world.

The people around were immersed in the joy of the New Year, with laughter and shouts intertwined.

Song Yu's gaze shifted from the fireworks to the people around him. Looking at the happy smiles on their faces, he felt a little comforted in his heart.

She knew that these ordinary people were working hard to live in this world, and it was they who made up this colorful world.

"Talented people emerge in every generation, and each leads the world for hundreds of years." Song Yu murmured this poem softly, with a lot of emotion in his heart. In the long history of this world, how many heroes and people of lofty ideals have shone for a time, and they used their wisdom and courage to push the world forward.

Every era has its own legendary figures. They are like the brightest stars in the night sky, illuminating the entire era.

Song Yu thought of the ancient legends and stories he had heard before, and those characters who had left a significant mark in history.

They may fight on the battlefield and establish great military exploits, or maneuver in the court and dominate the fate of the country, or be unique in the field of culture and art and create masterpieces that will be passed down through the ages.

Their names are remembered by later generations, and their deeds have become a topic of discussion among people.

And now, in this era, isn’t it the same? The rise and strength of the Fire Nation must have been the result of the efforts and dedication of countless people.

Those knowledgeable people and capable officials have used their wisdom and sweat to create the glory of the Fire Nation today.

Song Yu knows very well that in this fiercely competitive world, only by constantly making progress and innovating can one remain invincible in the tide of the times.

February 2, the tenth year of the first year of Ji Le.

Song Yi brought Wu Wenxuan and Song Zhifei back to the Song family. The originally quiet Song family was suddenly filled with laughter and a long-lost lively atmosphere.

The entire mansion seemed to be injected with new vitality. Pan Xiaofu and Ma Taozhi were busy shuttling back and forth, preparing sumptuous dishes and various welcoming arrangements.

Song Yu was eleven years old at this time. She stood quietly in the courtyard, looking up at the snow falling from the sky.

The snowflakes danced in the air like elves, and then gently fell on her shoulders and hair.

Her brows furrowed slightly, and her eyes revealed a depth and thoughtfulness that was not quite consistent with her age.

Her eyes passed through the falling snowflakes, as if she saw the passage of time and the changes in the world.

In the past eleven years, she has experienced a lot in the Song family, including laughter and tears. She has witnessed the family's eleven years of hard work and also felt the complex emotional entanglements between people.

At this moment, Song Yu had a lot of thoughts in his mind.

She stretched out her little hand, caught a snowflake, and watched it slowly melt in her palm until it turned into a drop of crystal water.

She felt a hint of coolness, but wondered in her heart how many people would die this year.

"Yujie, what are you doing? It's so cold, why don't you come into the house?" Song Yi looked at her standing stupidly in the courtyard.

Song Yu came back to his senses, thought for a moment, and said, "Sister, please store more food, as I'm afraid it will be another cold winter this year."

"Hey! Don't worry, I have enough food." Song Yi's face lit up when he talked about food.

This year's cold winter may last for some time. When the first gust of cold wind swept across the earth, people in the city had this premonition in their hearts.

The cold wind seemed to carry endless chill and solemnity, passing through every corner like a sharp whistle.

The sky became gloomy and gray, and the heavy clouds seemed to be pressing down, giving people a dull and depressing feeling.

Walking in the streets and alleys, people unconsciously wrapped their clothes tightly and walked in a hurry, trying to avoid the cold.

The trees on the streets were shivering in the cold wind, and the few dead leaves that were still left were mercilessly blown down, tumbling and drifting in the wind. The experienced old people, looking at the bad weather, all shook their heads and sighed worriedly.

They knew very well what such a cold winter meant. "I'm afraid this winter will last for quite some time," they murmured to themselves, their eyes full of worry.

As the cold winter continues, the temperature drops day by day and the earth seems to be frozen.

Rivers and lakes began to freeze, and the originally gurgling water surface became hard and smooth, like a huge mirror.

The crops in the fields had been harvested long ago, but the remaining roots were gradually withering in the cold wind.

People began to worry about food problems.

In such a cold winter, the storage and transportation of food become extremely difficult.

Roads may be blocked by snow, and prolonged cold spells may affect stored food, causing it to mold or spoil.

At the market, discussions about food were heard one after another.

"If this cold winter continues, it will be even harder to get food." said a woman with a worried face.

The people around nodded in agreement, and everyone's face was filled with anxiety.

In the countryside, farmers are also worried about food. They look at their granaries and calculate how long the remaining food can last.

Some people began to think of ways to increase food reserves. They looked everywhere for channels to purchase food, but in such a cold winter season, food supply was already tight and prices were constantly rising.

Rich families may be able to ensure the supply of food by purchasing it at high prices, but for those poor families, this is undoubtedly a heavy blow. They can only tighten their belts and try to save every grain of food.

Song Yi was in the Wu family's warehouse, where grain was neatly stacked.

Each pile of grain is carefully sealed with a grade label, which indicates the quality and purpose of the grain in delicate handwriting.

The high-quality grains, with full grains and an alluring aroma, were named "first-class" and were the best choice for Song Yi and his family to enjoy. These grains seemed to be the fruit of Song Yi's hard work, exuding a proud glow.

The second-rate grains, though not as perfect as the first-rate ones, were also of good quality. They were named "second-rate" and were to be used for daily consumption at home and shared with neighbors.

Further down, there are "third-grade" and "fourth-grade" grains, which are of lower quality but can still meet basic living needs. Song Yi carefully marked the grade of each pile of grain, as if he was assessing the value of his own labor.