Qiao Xuejun: "No, it's warm."
Tailor Li still couldn't understand: "You're just living under a bridge instead of living in a nice villa!"
Qiao Xuejun was amused by her words: "That's not an exaggeration at all. It's really not bad. The temperature can reach 15 degrees Celsius when the fire is burning."
Tailor Li was surprised: "Really?"
Qiao Xuejun: "Well, I won't freeze to death."
She took a piece of fish skin, and Tailor Li gave her a white hat: "I made it with some scraps of cloth, and lined it with rabbit fur. Take it, and wear it to sleep at night."
Qiao Xuejun took the soft, color-blocked hat and said, "It feels very warm. Give it to me?"
Tailor Li: "Well, it doesn't use much wool, but it keeps me warm at night."
Qiao Xuejun said thank you and went out with the fish skin and hat.
When she got to the igloo and hung up the door curtain, it was still early, so she went to the greenhouse to work for a while.
When she returned to the igloo, she found that the light was on inside, and a faint glow was shining through the snow bricks.
Qiao Xuejun stopped and asked, "Who? Who's in there?"
"It's me."
It was Zhao Xian's voice.
Qiao Xuejun felt relieved, bent down, walked into the cave below, crawled in, and asked, "Why are you here? Are you guys done with the negotiations?"
When she climbed in, she saw Zhao Xian sitting on the edge of the bed in the middle. He had taken off his outermost cotton jacket and hung it beside him.
The middle sleeping bag becomes a double sleeping bag.
Zhao Xian reached out to her and pulled her from the cave entrance: "I'm worried about you living out here alone."
Qiao Xuejun also sat down beside the bed: "What are you worried about? Isn't there a patrol booth outside?"
She felt it and said, "It's a little warmer in here, warmer than when I went out."
Zhao Xian: "The more people there are, the warmer it will be."
He answered Qiao Xuejun's previous question: "Negotiations with Haibao will take another two days. They don't want to let our people enter the steel plant."
He took out a tube of ointment from his pocket, held Qiao Xuejun's hand, gently took off the wristband, and began to apply the ointment and massage her.
Zhao Xian applied very gently, his fingertips burning slightly, and the ointment quickly dissolved. He asked, "What have you been busy with today?"
Qiao Xuejun yawned and began to report on her afternoon work: "The crops in the greenhouse are growing smoothly today. The pregnant mare is also fine. She has been fed."
She thought about it and told Zhao Xian about what happened with the ice harvesting team today. Zhao Xian just said calmly: "Don't worry about it. Someone is following up."
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