Farming (1)

Standing on his tiptoes slightly, Old Hu saw that there was indeed ice on the cart. As the wooden bucket on the cart was too far away, he could not see it clearly and could only vaguely see the ice on the surface of the bucket.

"Children like to fool around. This river is dangerous. Don't get too close and be careful not to fall into it."

Mu Yangling responded and pulled the cart back to the backyard. Seeing that the two children's hands were red from the cold, Shu Wanniang couldn't help but feel sorry for them. "Alright, alright. This is enough. You're not allowed to go again. Aren't you afraid of freezing?"

Mu Yangling took out the bucket. There was a piece of ice on it, and under it was a struggling big fish.

She first put the ice in and piled up half of the cellar before carrying the vat in and freezing it with ice.