Indeed, when Wan Chu'er reached her twentieth push-up, she finally grasped that fleeting thought that had passed by just moments before.
It was now the 17th day of the twelfth lunar month, leaving thirteen days before the Chinese New Year. Around this time, New Year goods had already started to hit the streets.
These days, the lives of ordinary people had improved, and when it came to preparing New Year goods, they were quite generous. They almost wished they could buy everything from the streets for their own homes.
In her past life, Wan Chu'er had once gone shopping for New Year goods with Mrs. Jiang. When Mrs. Jiang bought New Year goods, she didn't care about prices at all; she just picked what looked good or tasted good, as well as some wild goods from the countryside. Just purchasing New Year goods could cost several thousand yuan.
Back then, Wan Chu'er had even complained to Jiang Kechu, saying that his mother was wasteful.
