Jiapiyu is a deep ravine that is closed to traffic all the year round. There are dozens of families living here, almost isolated from the outside world.
People in the village want to buy something, and only when there is a big market in Liujia Township on the first day of the lunar calendar each month, someone rushes the donkey to buy some goods and packs them back. Of course, they have to bring back the things they want to buy for the villagers in the village.
Not just in the twelfth lunar month, Li Dayi was about to drive the donkey to the village for the big fair. He wrote down all the things the villagers needed to buy. There are so many people buying calendars this time. People in the village are short of money, so let’s find a cheaper one.
In a remote place in Daji, Li Dayi finally found a cheap stall and found that the print was good and the price was reasonable. He bought a copy for each of these dozens of families, and he happily started. Back home.
Unexpectedly, this was originally a good thing, but the villagers in Zhuangli had finished the Spring Festival one day in advance. It turns out that the dates of these calendars, somehow, were printed one day earlier, somehow.