Mutton itself is a warming food that warms the body, and Su Qingluan drank bowl after bowl of mutton soup, so she didn't even need a hot water bottle that night. She gave the small hand warmer she had used to warm her body to Su Xuanhe, allowing him and his sister to take turns using it.
Although the weather is getting colder, Su Xuanhe still gets up every morning to go to the school in the town as long as there is no heavy snow and the mountains are not blocked.
However, for some time, I don’t know if it’s because he’s gotten used to getting up early every day or because he really learned some lessons after reading, but although the weather has been getting colder recently, Su Xuanhe is not as resistant and upset as he was when he first went to school.
Even early the next morning, Su Qingluan didn't want to get out of the warm bed because the temperature outside suddenly became colder, but she could vaguely hear Su Xuanhe talking to his parents next door.
Of course, Su Qingluan wrapped herself up like a silkworm, even covering her ears and head, leaving only a slit for breathing, so she couldn't hear clearly what they were saying.
However, the subsequent "thump" sound as if something heavy fell to the ground, and another heavier "thump" sound, mixed with Yang's rare scream, made Su Qingluan realize that something unexpected had happened.
With her head still half asleep and half awake, Su Qingluan managed to put on her clothes in a daze, even tying the belt hastily, and rushed out in a hurry.
"What's wrong? What happened..." Before she could finish her words, Su Qingluan felt her feet slip and she rushed forward.
Fortunately, Su Qingluan was an authentic northern child in her previous life. Although the place where she was reborn now is a little "southern" compared to where she lived in her previous life, one of the skills carried by her genes as a northerner - slipping, is an action engraved in her genes!
Even though her mind hadn't yet realized the situation she was in, her body's instinct had already begun to adjust its posture.
Su Qingluan was seen bending her knees slightly, spreading her hands wide on both sides of her body, lowering her center of gravity and swinging her arms to balance her body.
After sliding about ten steps, Su Qingluan finally felt herself stop. However, she didn't dare to move at all. Both of her feet seemed to have suddenly lost friction and were very slippery, as if the slightest movement would cause her to fall flat on the ground.
At this time, thoughts flooded into her blank brain again, and Su Qingluan finally understood why she heard the two sounds similar to heavy objects falling to the ground and Yang's scream.
He turned carefully and went to the main door of the house. Sure enough, Su Xuanhe and his son Su Guangfu seemed to have slipped and fallen down at a distance from the door like a stack of people.
Yang, who was standing on the inside of the threshold, looked anxious and wanted to go out to help the two people up, but she also knew that she could not help at the moment. Instead, once she went out, she would only add more bricks and tiles to the "stacking" business.
So Yang could only watch anxiously but couldn't help at all. When she saw Su Qingluan suddenly "drifting" out from the side room, she broke out in a cold sweat for her eldest daughter again.
Fortunately, Su Qingluan's technique was strong, so she didn't fall flat on her face. However, Su Xuanhe, who was relatively clueless, was in a worse situation. He wasn't used to such slippery conditions, and with Su Guangfu lying on top of him, getting up was even more difficult. He was like a little turtle stuck in its shell.
Su Qingluan imagined the scene in her mind and almost laughed out loud, but luckily she managed to hold it in. Then she looked to see what was causing the slippery ground.
But he discovered that a thin layer of ice had formed on the surface of the ground in the previously tidy yard. However, with the current low temperature, although such shallow puddles could freeze at night, they would melt again as soon as the sun came out.
It is now the dawn, the sun has just risen and has just broken through the morning mist, and the puddles are just beginning to melt.
Su Qingluan, who was a genuine northerner in her previous life, was too familiar with this situation - the most slippery time for the ground was not when it was frozen solid, but when the ice was about to melt and there was a shallow layer of water on the surface. Even an eighty-year-old lady could do a breakdance when walking on it, and the main performance was that she couldn't help herself.
Su Qingluan thought back to the weather last night. She had returned home in a carriage, and although the rain had gradually subsided by the time she arrived, it had still been pouring heavily for about half an hour. It was probably the accumulated rainwater that had frozen overnight and then melted this morning, causing her father and brother to fall at the door.
Su Qingluan was troubled by this: because the Su family's entrance had two steps, a gentle slope had been built on both sides to facilitate the carrying of heavy items. Su Guangfu and Su Xuanhe, father and son, had chosen to walk down this slope to the courtyard.
Under normal circumstances, this wouldn't be a problem. However, the weather was cold and the roads were slippery. This slope was like a carefully constructed slide, making the already precarious ground even more slippery and difficult to climb back up.
Su Qingluan thought about it, and suddenly shouted, "Dad, Xuanhe, you two stay there for a while, I'll think of a way!" Then, like a crab that has become a spirit, she moved sideways and moved cautiously towards her room.
Yang whispered worriedly, "Da'er, be careful! If you really can't help but fall, please stay forward! It's okay if you hurt your knees, but don't hurt your waist!"
Su Qingluan responded, but did not dare to continue looking in Yang's direction - her current movements were very precarious, and she might fall if she changed even a little, so it was better to look straight ahead.
After finally returning to her room with great difficulty, Su Qingluan rummaged through the drawers and found the "nail shoes" she had made on a rainy and muddy day in the corner. Although the shoes were covered in mud, the copper nails on the soles were basically intact.
Su Qingluan couldn't help but feel fortunate that she didn't throw away the shoes at that time. Although she just wanted to wait until the last heavy rain was over before throwing them away, she was too busy with the jam matter later and completely forgot about it.
Although the shoes look a bit dirty now, fortunately they were made relatively loose at that time, and the laces on them could be adjusted. As long as the current shoes are tied firmly to the spiked shoes made of straw sandals, the feet can be fixed without taking off the soles on the feet.
Su Qingluan tied the "nail shoes" on her feet tightly and fixed them to the soles of her feet. She went out to try them out. As expected, with a few copper nails, the originally smooth thousand-layer soles had greatly enhanced their grip. Although they were still a little unstable, at least Su Qingluan said goodbye to the embarrassing scene of "breakdancing as soon as she went out".
"I'll help you up now!" Su Qingli said as he slowly walked towards his father and brother.
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