Wei Lang was very happy to receive the praise and worked extra hard.

When Wei Xiyin came over, she saw that the warehouse was bustling with activity. Her silly brother was throwing a bag of grain onto the cart. Every time he threw something, he would stop and wait eagerly for praise from the people around him.

"Ji Lang is really amazing."

"Jiro is awesome."

"Erlang is really strong."

Amidst the flattery all around, Wei Lang happily ran into the warehouse again, carrying out two bags of grain weighing dozens of kilograms in one hand.

Not only did the cousins ​​have to work, but they also had to praise him from time to time. They couldn't help but feel dry mouth and tired, and their backs could hardly be straightened.

When Wei Lang saw her, he immediately threw the food onto the cart and ran towards her happily, "Sister!"

Wei Xiyin saw beads of sweat on his forehead. When blown by the wind and snow, the sweat froze at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Afraid that he would catch a cold due to the alternating temperatures, she quickly took her brother into the storeroom and asked him to put on his cloak.

Wei Xiyin asked the tribesmen beside her, "How much food is left to be moved?"

"It's almost done. There's no need to move everything into the underground palace. Some of it needs to be pulled directly into the public kitchen."

Wei Mingze was guarding the warehouse, registering quantities. When he heard her voice coming out, he asked in surprise, "It's so cold outside, why did Wu Niang come out?"

Wei Xiyin saluted him and replied calmly, "My niece is worried about the situation in the clan, so I came out to take a look."

Wei Mingze was worried about her health. Thinking of her constant attention to the tribe's situation and taking care of the sick tribe leader, he said with concern: "There's nothing going on in the tribe right now. It's so cold outside, you can just stay in the underground palace."

The cousins ​​looked at each other in confusion. There was still a lot of wood and pickled vegetables that had not been moved. How could they say that nothing was wrong?

Moreover, Seventh Uncle has never treated them well. They all have the surname Wei, but the treatment they receive is too different.

Wei Xiyin hurriedly thanked him: "Thank you for your concern, Uncle Seventh."

As she spoke, she looked around and couldn't help asking, "Where is the tribe's ice cellar?"

Wei Mingze was confused. Why did they need an ice cellar in such cold weather?

"The weather is cold now, which is a good time to store ice. The temperature may become abnormal in the future, so the tribe still needs to consider the issues in summer." Wei Xiyin hurriedly explained.