December 17th.
Three consecutive days of heavy snow pushed the branches at the entrances of the streets and alleys even lower.
As Nanzhi exhaled a puff of white fog, her face clouded with worry.
Yesterday, Xu Chou returned from the countryside, reporting that a problem had also arisen in their village fields.
We have to move quickly…
December 18th.
The weather was so foggy that the scenery couldn't be seen.
Large snowflakes fell, covering rooftops and tree branches in a layer of silver white.
On the streets, two women were hurrying along.
"Are you telling the truth?" One woman, glancing at her neighbor who was rushing towards the Grain Shop, expressed a bit of hesitation.
Last night, the neighbor had stealthily told her that there was important news, which resulted in her being roused early that morning.
"Why would I lie to you!" Seeing her disbelief, the other woman merely rolled her eyes.
She had this information first-hand!