The first snow of the year was heavy. Flurries drifted down, blanketing the tips of the bamboo stalks. When the wind stirred, it sent snow scattering through the air in a breathtakingly beautiful display.
Master's wife had already made winter clothes for everyone. But since they were so close to the waterfall, the air was heavy with cold moisture. After running around outside for a little while, the surface of their clothes would be damp, and even the cotton padding inside would get wet.
Fortunately, if there was one thing the mountains weren't short on, it was firewood. They had gathered plenty of cobblestones to pave their most frequented areas, and with a bonfire burning all day long, it was quite a bit warmer.
"Godmother, does this look right?"
Xiao Jiu and Qinghe sat by the bonfire with Master's wife, sewing clothes together.
