The night was deep.
The continuous heavy snow for two days and nights had finally ceased.
Seeing Chen Hao, Ye Yuqiao, Xie Xiaofeng, and Tang Chao four people coming out from the dead old lady's house, the village chief and several villagers who had been standing outside waiting for a long time immediately approached them.
"Young man, how did it go? Is the old lady willing to leave?" the village chief asked.
Chen Hao shook his head and smiled, "Give us one more day. After tomorrow night's New Year's Eve, the old lady will definitely leave!"
"Oh! Good!" the village chief nodded with a happy expression on his face. "Since that's the case, all four of you should stay in our village for the New Year. Tomorrow, I will arrange for the villagers to slaughter pigs and sheep so we can all have a lively reunion dinner together!"