Please pull the trigger for this world one more time.

Before dawn, Mo Zian had already opened his eyes.

Pushing open the window, a blast of cold air instantly rushed into the warm and cozy nest, taking away the surrounding temperature but bringing in fresh air.

Mo Zian changed into a light-weight training uniform and went to the courtyard.

Some scattered snowflakes landed on Mo Zian's head and shoulders, and the chill surged into his body, as if trying to steal the dazzling warmth under the night sky.

Mo Zian slowly circulated his ether, and his body began to heat up. After practicing a few rounds of warm-up punches and kicks, a faint humanoid steam rose from beneath the snow curtain.

Ruixue is a prosperous year.

The same applies to crops and people, so a fierce snowstorm is not necessarily a bad omen.

A burst of blade energy suddenly struck!

Mo Zian subconsciously tilted his head, and his left elbow struck out, but it was blocked by a hand the instant it struck.

However, Mo Zian used the resistance of the opponent's palm to leap forward a few steps. After creating distance, Mo Zian turned around and saw Han Dafu, who was no longer attacking. As long as he successfully turned around, the back attack would lose its effect.

"Hey, good morning, old Bi."

Han Dafu, holding a wooden knife, said with some regret, "I was hoping to steal from you one more time while you were still asleep."

Mo Zian wagged his finger. "You may not know this, but no one knows better than me..."

Snapped!

"Ah!!! Hiss..." Mo Zian covered his head and squatted down.

"Hahahahaha!"

Mo Zian's screams and Han Dafu's triumphant laughter echoed together in the courtyard.

Mo Zian, feeling dizzy, covered his head and looked behind him.

Maple Leaf, the master's wife, stood lightly on the roof not far away, holding a wooden knife in her right hand and a small, still-conscious pigtail tucked under her left arm.

Mo Zian's New Year's Eve morning began with a wake-up call.

After morning exercise, everyone ate breakfast amidst the sounds of firecrackers and ping-pong, and then began preparing for the sumptuous New Year's Eve dinner.

That's right, this year's New Year's Eve dinner is a seafood feast.

Just as Mo Zian was putting up Spring Festival couplets at the shop entrance, two familiar voices rang out behind him.

"It's off! It's off! Old Mo, it's off!"

"Don't make a fuss, keep the torch burning."

Mo Zian turned his head and looked at Li Xinhuo, who had become a little thinner, and Li Yuanxing, who still had a strong scholarly air.

Since arriving in Guangwu City, every year during the Spring Festival, my master, his wife, Li Yu, and Hengshu, the two families, would get together.

Even though everyone has gone their own way since the beginning of this year, at this special time, we must temporarily return to where we started.

After welcoming the Li brothers inside, Mo Zian, having finished pasting the couplets, also retreated into the warm house.

"Old Bi, Little Yezi is begging for soda!"

Mo Zian looked up and saw that Han Dafu had changed into one of the new outfits he had bought a couple of days ago, the most eye-catching of which was the fuchsia pleated skirt.

At that time, the shop owner acted as if she had discovered some treasure and desperately recommended the pleated skirt that she called "rose red" to Han Dafu, saying that this kind of dye called "rose red" was extremely difficult to make.

However, Mo Zian had to admit that the proprietress had an extremely accurate eye for talent.

Han Dafu and Mo Zian knew almost nothing about fashion. Her outfit was completely the boss lady's choice—aside from the skirt, the sweater on top was white, and the round-toed women's boots on her feet were also white.

In addition, there was a white coat that resembled a shawl.

When Han Dafu was trying on clothes, the proprietress was in a strange state of excitement, muttering something that Mo Zian couldn't quite understand.

The only sentence that impressed him the most was: "Any beauty is powerless in the face of absolute cuteness."

Mo Zian thought she was right.

......

night.

Everyone gathered together, and on the eve of the transition from the old to the new year, these people who had long lived inland indulged in a seafood feast.

After a delicious meal, they would greet the sunrise of the new year amidst the sounds of firecrackers and mahjong tiles—New Year's Eve was the most unrestrained carnival of the year for the people of the Guangwu Empire, while other countries on the continent celebrated the new year.

Only the people of Emperor Guangwu celebrated New Year's Eve.

Li Xinhuo took out a brand new mahjong set, which he had just bought today. In previous years, these younger players could only watch, and Gui Haiye was too young, but this year was different; there were enough players.

Mahjong has many different rules, but the rules used in the capital city of Guangwu are mostly "Jiang-style Mahjong".

Although mastering these rules, which were originally invented by a member of a royal family who enjoyed having fun, was not difficult, getting started was not too hard. After an afternoon of instruction from Mo Zian, Han Dafu was already able to get the hang of them.

With the help of delicious soda, the four younger brothers, Mo Zian, and Han Dafu temporarily forgot about time and all their troubles amidst the four winds from all directions.

Before we knew it.

The clock struck midnight.

A rousing announcement suddenly came from the radio, which was playing arts and culture programs.

"Children of Han and Hua! People of Guangwu!"

Now, it is the first day of the first month of the 844th year of the Guangwu calendar, at midnight, the year of Jia-You in the Hongzhi era! This year will also be the tenth year that our young and promising Emperor Hongzhi has led us…”

In recent years, it seems to have become a new tradition for the emperor to deliver his New Year's address via radio at midnight, and this young emperor has maintained that simple and unpretentious style this year as well.

But every time the emperor gave a speech, the sound of firecrackers outside would temporarily stop.

After the emperor finished his speech, the outside was quickly filled with the sound of firecrackers. Mo Zian and the other younger members of the family also brought out several strings of firecrackers at the behest of their elders.

Pushing open the gate, every corner of the street was filled with the pungent smell of firecrackers.

Amidst the lingering aroma of firecrackers, people would greet each other with New Year's greetings, whether they knew each other or not, creating a unique scene on New Year's Eve.

After setting off firecrackers, they went back inside to continue their fierce battle.

Gui Haiye, on the other hand, ran to her elders and began kowtowing to ask for New Year's money—she was now the only one among the younger generation who was still entitled to ask for New Year's money.

"I won!"

Watching the hamster across the hall, who had a lucky streak, win again, Mo Zian could only pray that he wouldn't lose all his money at the beginning of the new year.

Sleepless night

As the firecrackers gradually subsided, fatigue slowly replaced the excitement of a night of revelry, and the atmosphere of Guangwu City gradually declined as the warm winter sun rose.

As the sun fully rose, the entire city fell silent. In the Guangwu Empire, the first day of the new year always began with a deep sleep after the revelry.

After the card game ended, Mo Zian stretched, but instead of going back to his room to sleep immediately, he picked up a broom and went outside.

A thick layer of gunpowder and debris had accumulated on the ground, and the tip of Mo Zian's broom slowly rubbed against the white flagstone pavement.

The rustling sound echoed through the quiet street, sweeping away the dust and debris from the all-night explosions and calming the lingering heat of the night's battle in one's heart.

Han Dafu pushed open the door and walked behind Mo Zian. The hamster looked unusually refreshed—she had won a total of 8 silver dollars that night!

"Here, Lao Bi, this is for you."

Mo Zian turned around in surprise and took the exquisite silver badge handed to him by Han Dafu.

"Thank you! What's this?" Mo Zian put the broom aside and accepted the badge with both hands.

"The [Shadow Moon] Badge: The two badges can resonate with each other, representing the blessing of the goddess. Yours is the [Moon] badge."

Han Dafu put his hands behind his back. "It used to belong to my godmother, but now it's mine. The [Shadow] badge is with me."

Mo Zian gently stroked the floral pattern on the surface of the silver badge twice, and then put the badge around his neck in front of Han Dafu.

The first rays of the New Year's sun shone on Han Dafu's round face. She smiled sweetly at Mo Zian and said, "Happy New Year, Lao Bi."

"Mm." Mo Zian looked at the other person and smiled back, "Happy New Year."