Farm Girl Turns Everything Around: Sly Husband, Let's Farm

Chapter 891: Chapter 901: Snowing_1

Tong Tiehu’s words had barely left his mouth when Tong Xingda, recalling the miserable days after Mrs. Zhang was kidnapped, opened his mouth, only to have his face redden as he restrained himself.

Yet he held back and remained silent.

“Every day it’s nothing but millet porridge and cornbread,” he thought. “Fine, I’ll hold my breath on this for now!”

Seeing that Tong Xingda had quieted down, Tong Tiehu snorted and urged Big Brother Tong to hurry to town.

“Several pits need to be built at home, and one for Mrs. Zhang, too, to save her from the cold.”

The Tong Family’s minor episode did not dampen the village’s enthusiasm for building kang beds. Having experienced the benefits first-hand after building their own, they immediately headed off to build for other villages.

Qiao Xiaomai had said that for this kind of job, don’t charge too much for building a kang bed for someone else. “Earning five hundred wen for one would already be quite a profit.”

Building one kang could take about one or two days, and to earn that much in such time was not too little!

Despite the weather being cold, the hearts of the people of Anping Village were warm, and some even came to rent Qiao Xiaomai’s ox cart to go build kang beds in other villages. Riding in the ox cart was definitely better.

Gao Xiaoshan, who came to rent the fire kang, was good friends with Tong Sanlang. Between good friends, there’s no talk of renting, so Tong Sanlang lent him the ox cart to use freely.

In winter, the clear weather lasted only briefly, and soon snow began to fall again.

This time it wasn’t small snowflakes; it was the large goose feather snow that Qiao Xiaomai had been anticipating, falling at night no less. Waking up in the morning, opening the door, the world was veiled in a white, pure blanket of snow.

So white, so pure. The snow reached up to the knees, and each step would creak and crunch underfoot.

Qiao Xiaomai looked at her snow-covered courtyard in delight and spontaneously recited, “Goose, goose, goose, you bend your neck to the sky… Bah! It should be ‘Fishing alone in the cold river snow!'”

All birds have flown away, no man’s footprints to find.

An old man in straw cape, fishes alone in the cold river snow.

This exquisite poem made Tong Sanlang pause, and after contemplating it for a while, he smiled and said, “After breakfast, I’ll take you up the mountain using light steps.”

There was no river here, but standing atop Rooster Mountain and gazing at the primeval forest on the other side also offered a unique charm.

Upon hearing this, Qiao Xiaomai’s eyes widened, “That sounds great!”

After breakfast, they really did stand atop Rooster Mountain, and she was stunned.

It had to be said, one of the perks of traveling through time was the breathtaking scenery.

Stretching endlessly before her was a vista of immaculate white that seemed to merge with the sky at the horizon.

“Such a pity there’s no camera,” she lamented.

“Don’t worry, you can come to see this every year,” Tong Sanlang reassured her, wrapping his long arm around her slender waist and whispering in her ear.

The view was splendid indeed, but as for him, he had somewhat grown tired of it.

This place always had so much snow in winter. Before the last snow had melted, new flakes would already be fluttering down.

Snowfall after snowfall, with no end.

After a quarter of an hour on Rooster Mountain’s peak, Tong Sanlang carried Qiao Xiaomai down. In such weather, it was not good to stay on the mountain peak for too long.

By the time he brought Qiao Xiaomai back to the manor, they found quite a few horse-drawn carriages stopped at the entrance.

They were students from Bailu Academy.

During the summer, these students had visited the secret tunnel and enjoyed a meal at Qiao Xiaomai’s home.

Back then, they had agreed to return in the winter, to go hunting first and then hand over the game to Qiao Xiaomai for cooking.

Half a year had passed; some of the individuals from that day had returned to their hometowns to take exams, but new ones had joined, and the numbers had even increased. This time, there were more than a hundred people, and along with their coachmen and servants, the group totaled nearly four hundred.

[I wish it would snow – so hot]