Crash...
Rumble...
Several sealed porcelain jars were pressed into a pool filled with crushed ice.
The jars contained buns, cooked meat, and the like.
The reason for placing them in the ice pool was an extra precaution to remove any potential epidemic air.
Wei Yao rolled up her sleeves, unafraid of the cold ice water, pressing the jars to the bottom of the pool. She then placed stones on top, clapped her hands, and watched from the side.
Meanwhile, Qiao'Er, wrapped in a thick cotton coat, squatted in front of a small stove at the cellar's exit, constantly throwing wood chips into the stove.
The wood chips ignited as soon as they entered the stove, emitting a blinding red glow.
She squatted down, her face close to the stove, fanning it repeatedly with her hands to quickly build the fire, so she could cook the buns and meat that had undergone the "freezing process."
As for everyone's laundry, it wasn't washed in the cellar.
