The snow was not transported away but was neatly piled up into a snow wall.
The rectangular lines were straight and distinct.
Gu Qiaoqiao could barely hide her curiosity.
She had grown up in the North and was familiar with snow from her childhood.
Yet, she had never thought that snow could be used to form a snow wall.
In the Imperial Capital, the snow on the roads, once swept up, was always carted away.
However, such heavy snowfalls were becoming less and less frequent.
Along the way, they encountered a few people, and Qin Yize greeted them politely.
But he did not stop walking.
Gu Qiaoqiao was only responsible for smiling.
Soon, they arrived at Old Grand Master Qin's small building.
The interior was simple and austere, very different from the Qin family's old mansion.
But it was very warm inside.
There was only one secretary responsible for shopping and cooking, named Xiao Yuan.
After all, only the old master lived here; it really couldn't be more spartan.