From the moment she entered this silkworm room, she could distinctly feel it was barely warmer than the outside.
If it were just an ordinary room, there wouldn't be any issue with it being this temperature. But this was a room dedicated to silkworm rearing, which although aired, at least should have had some warmth from burning charcoal. How could there be no residual heat at all?
"This..."
The man's face turned red with embarrassment upon hearing her words.
"The lady is right; we are deeply worried about this situation. Since about ten days ago, every silkworm room here has been this cold, causing all our silkworms to freeze to death.
Grandpa, this is our third batch of silkworms. If they freeze again, the loss will be substantial."
He looked at Ya Molian.