Qingmu sighed and said to him, "Use some snow to clean the egg off, or I can't carry you."
The boy had no choice but to painstakingly bend down and grab some snow, but his movements were incredibly clumsy.
Qingmu grew impatient, so he grabbed a couple of handfuls of snow and helped him clean up.
He thought to himself, 'What rotten luck today. Wasting all this time here for nothing, and there are still so many things waiting for me at home.'
After they were all cleaned up, Qingmu hoisted the boy onto his back, picked up the burlap sack, and strode toward Liujiatang.
Upon entering the village, the boy began guiding him toward his home.
Qingmu stopped and asked, "I'm Yang Defa's nephew. How about I drop this stuff off for my grandma first, then take you home?"
