No matter the person or matter, neither can stand persistent worry.
After a night of the northern wind, it first started with a light drizzle, followed by a rustling noise, and then, fine snow grains that looked like salt particles filled the vision. Around ten in the morning, large snowflakes started to flutter down.
The straw roof could not block out the incoming cold at all, but fortunately, Feng Qingxue brought back lots of coal in her supplies yesterday.
Now, she was burning a brazier in the bedroom.
The brazier was something she had picked up from a junk shop. It was made of brass, intricately patterned, and seemed to be an antique.
With the brazier, the room had become much warmer.
Feng Qingxue tossed a couple of sweet potatoes into the brazier. Before long, the smell of the sweet potatoes pervaded the room.
While waiting for the sweet potatoes to be thoroughly cooked, Feng Qingyun, bundled up like a ball, bounced around the room.