In the first year of Tian Shou Era of the Dajin dynasty, a snowstorm descended, lingering for two long months before the weather gradually warmed up in early March.
The sun was halfway up the sky, yet the snow on the ridges of Huaxi Village's fields had not melted away.
Feng Yun, accompanied by Xiaoman, emerged from the manor. Looking out at the vast expanse before her, the world was a spread of silvery white, as breath turned to frost in the air.
"Village Chief's wife, are you going into the city?"
The one calling her was Mrs. Wang from the Yao family, holding a snow shovel in her hand and clearing the snow beside the path outside her house.
Feng Yun replied with a smile, asking her, "Are you getting ready to turn the soil?"