A northern wind came overnight, and the temperature dropped another notch.
In the morning, Yin Le got up to chop wood and found a thick layer of frost covering the woodpile.
Looking up at the sky, the clouds hung low, the day was gray and overcast, and it was uncertain whether it would rain or snow.
November had arrived, and judging by previous years, the chance of snow was greater.
Yin Le shivered. Ordinary families feared snow most. Without sufficient charcoal, thick clothing, bedding, and winter food, winter could be a disaster for them.
She was grateful that this year she could spend the winter in a warm house wearing thick clothes.
Thinking of this, Yin Le felt even more thankful to her master and chopped wood more vigorously, wishing she could finish chopping all the firewood Ah Wang brought from the mountain in one day.
Right after breakfast, Qin Yao received the annual gift list compiled by Song Yu.
