It really had entered the hibernation period once it snowed. The hunters would no longer venture deep into the forest, and those who were working away from home had all returned, getting ready to celebrate the New Year at home; they would resume work only after the spring.
Now, only the women in the small courtyard were earning, which made everyone else quite envious.
One morning, Yang Ming brought up an issue, "We're running low on firewood, aren't we? I'll find some people to go up the mountain and get some these next few days!"
"..." She had forgotten such an important matter.
Xiaoxiao really felt like she was the only one thinking about everything, truly stressing her brain. Take the firewood, for instance; it was supposed to last till spring, but she had burned through it before the heavy snow had even passed.