"This is only the beginning, and Xiaxia is already dressed warmly. What will we do when the heavy snow comes?" Jiang Zhuohua said with a worried expression.
"It's alright, I'll think of a way." Jiang Nanqiu had also thought of this.
The little girl is most afraid of the cold, and this winter is longer than usual. We need to think of what to do.
Jiang Anxia had no idea that her two older brothers were figuring out how she would get through the winter.
She has now finished washing up and is nestled in bed.
There was a slight chill in the air; but it was alright, she could keep the bed warm no matter what time it was.
Jiang Anxia opened her eyes and looked at the ceiling. It was too early; she couldn't fall asleep!
At this moment, she didn't dare to enter the space.
With a quick thought, Jiang Anxia took out her phone to read a novel. There was no other way; this was the only way she could read it in bed without being discovered.
She's quite clever.
As Jiang Anxia looked at the kang (heated brick bed), she wondered why it was getting warmer and warmer. Could it be that she had warmed it up by sleeping on it herself?
Just then, Jiang Nanqiu's voice rang out from outside her door, "Xiaxia, is the kang (heated brick bed) warm yet? How's the temperature?"
Jiang Anxia then realized that it was Jiang Nanqiu who heated the kang (a traditional heated bed) for her. "It's warm now, thank you, Third Brother."
"It's alright, it's warm now, you can go to sleep peacefully!" Jiang Nanqiu was relieved, as long as it was warm now.
“Okay,” Jiang Anxia replied softly.
Upon hearing the reply, Jiang Nanqiu turned and walked towards her room.
Jiang Anxia smiled gently in the room, but no one saw this scene.
She truly felt sorry for the original owner of this body. She could have enjoyed the love and care of her family, but instead, she lost such a wonderful family because of the wrong person.
Jiang Anxia sighed. She hoped that the original owner of this body, who was so young, would be happy in her next life and meet only kind people.
That was all she could do to wish the original owner well, because apart from her, no one knew that the original Jiang Anxia had left this complicated world forever at the most beautiful age.
Jiang Anxia suddenly felt uneasy.
(Author: Midnight Emo Strikes.)
A sliver of white light quietly appeared in the sky.
The chickens in the Jiang family's backyard had already started clucking.
Jiang Anxia buried her head in the blanket in frustration, trying to block out the annoying noise.
But who knew it would all be in vain?
It has no effect whatsoever.
"So noisy..." Jiang Anxia complained deeply.
She still wasn't used to the chickens waking her up so early.
This is unbelievable!!!
It was a time when I should have been sleeping in, but I woke up early because of the rooster's crow.
Jiang Anxia, still half asleep, pulled out a pair of earplugs from her spatial storage and put them in her ears.
Sure enough, that's good.
Although it cannot completely isolate the sound, the sound is significantly reduced.
In a daze, Jiang Anxia fell asleep again, completely oblivious to what time it was.
The main problem is that she stayed up reading a novel until midnight last night and was woken up by the rooster's crow.
She hasn't had enough sleep at all; she'll definitely keep sleeping, no matter what time it is.
Besides, in the dead of winter, don't people all like to stay in bed?
Therefore, her current actions are perfectly normal behavior.
Time passed, and it was almost noon when Jiang Anxia woke up again.
The distribution of grain to the brigade had long been over, and the Jiang family had all returned.
As usual, Jiang's mother and Zhou Laidi were cooking lunch for the family in the kitchen; Jiang's father and son were chatting in the main room; and the two children were reading books in their room.
Only Jiang Anxia remained in bed, unwilling to get up.
Jiang Anxia had just stretched one hand out of the blanket and then quickly pulled it back in.
It's cold, so cold.
Jiang Anxia was already thinking of staying in bed forever; why get out of bed? She'd rather freeze to death.
After slacking off for three minutes, Jiang Anxia finally got up with no choice.
Sigh...
The cold weather and she, so cold, made me feel terrible. (Author's personal feelings.)
It was a little better when I was in bed, but once I got out of bed, it was absolutely freezing cold.
Wearing too many layers won't help.
Thinking about it, Jiang Anxia silently put on a thermal undershirt and stuck several heat packs on her body.
Jiang Anxia felt happy once her whole body warmed up.
Jiang Anxia opened the door and went to wash up.
She walked leisurely into the kitchen.
"You're up? How did you sleep last night?" Jiang's mother stirred the vegetables in the pot, tilting her head slightly to look at Jiang Anxia.
"Very good!" Jiang Anxia looked at the food in the pot and nodded gently.
"Didn't wake up from the cold?" Zhou Laidi sat in front of the stove, tending the fire.
"No." Jiang Anxia felt unusually warm last night, even better than the days before.
"That's good." Hearing this, Zhou Laidi nodded, relieved.
That's fine.
"It's even colder today, so I won't go out unless necessary. I'll just stay home." Jiang's mother glanced at the snow that had started falling again outside the kitchen.
"Okay, I understand." Jiang Anxia nodded obediently.
She can manage just by staying home.
“That’s right. If you get sick, you’ll be the one who suffers.” Mother Jiang nodded with satisfaction.
It's so much better to have a daughter who's obedient. If it were a boy, he would argue and ask why no matter what you ask him to do.
My daughter is different; she'll just obediently agree and won't cause me any trouble.
"I know!" Jiang Anxia answered without hesitation.
The main reason is that she has heard these words many times. Every time, they remind her of this because they are afraid that she will run out without thinking and get sick.
What could Jiang Anxia do but agree, carrying a sweet burden?
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