Qin Yao heard Zhen Yubai's voice, turned to look, and glanced into the classroom.
The children were quietly practicing calligraphy, and the teacher was not inside at all.
Looking at Zhen Yubai, who was walking over with a bamboo basket, Qin Yao glanced at his basket containing only a few wilted wild vegetables, and teased, "The teacher isn't teaching in the classroom, running off to pick wild vegetables instead?"
Zhen Yubai smiled lightly and jokingly retorted, "Isn't the village chief also not handling village affairs but wandering around the school?"
Qin Yao smiled awkwardly, "It's going to snow soon. I came to remind the teacher that it's inconvenient to go out when it snows, so if there's anything that needs to be prepared, please do so early."
In other words, she wasn't just wandering around; she was doing her job.
"It's going to snow?" Zhen Yubai looked up at the sky. Apart from the gray clouds, he couldn't see anything.
