In the village, people's land was situated close to each other, creating vast fields. Although all were covered by pure white snow, each family knew their boundaries clearly.
Ji Xinhe, pushing her bamboo hat upwards, quickly spotted Wang Po's two-acre cabbage field: "It's right there. Let's hurry up and pick a basketful to bring back for emergencies."
"Okay." Mu Houchu carried the basket backpack and followed Ji Xinhe to the field.
Time was tight, so they moved quickly. Mu Houchu picked a full basket of Chinese cabbage in just a few minutes. He looked like a privileged young master, but was surprisingly skilled in fieldwork.
However, Ji Xinhe didn't have the energy to be curious anymore. There were too many strange things about this man, and she had gradually gotten used to them.
"All right! Let's go back!" Ji Xinhe sighed with relief. After a busy period, she felt warm all over.
Mu Houchu easily picked up the basket full of Chinese cabbage in one hand: "Let's go."