At the end of the tenth month, a northwesterly wind howled through the night, blanketing the courtyard branches in a layer of white snow.
Wanyun felt the bitter cold the moment she woke up. The temperature had dropped suddenly, and the charcoal braziers in her room hadn't even been prepared yet.
Seeing her get up, Lu Jingxing said, "It's snowing heavily outside. You shouldn't go out today."
Wanyun replied, "The snow has come so early this year. The quilts at the Cotton Pavilion must be selling extremely well. I have to go take a look."
Lu Jingxing said, "I'll have Zhong Shanggong send over a few fox-fur cloaks for you. It's frigid outside, so you must wear more layers."
Wanyun nodded. Looking at the layers of clothing in Ningshuang's hands, she had no choice but to bundle herself up like a rice dumpling.
Making quilt batting was much simpler than making cotton cloth, and even lower-quality cotton would suffice.
