Chapter 105 Snowball
There are two types of metal skewers: flat skewers and round skewers.
I made 100 of each type. Although I don't need that many, it's never a bad thing to make a little more.
When he has free time, he practices his aim outdoors with bamboo sticks.
Draw a human-shaped circle on the wall of the yard and shoot it from a distance.
At first, I couldn't even hit the human form, but after practicing for a while, my accuracy improved.
Not satisfied with this level, he drew a red dot in the middle of the human figure.
When I have free time, I shoot at the red dot, hoping to greatly improve my archery skills.
Not long after I started practicing archery, one morning I woke up to find everything outside my window covered in white.
It's snowing; this is the first snow of the year.
The snowfall wasn't heavy, unlike when the extreme cold first arrived, when large flakes of snow fell.
Instead, it was snowflakes of moderate size, falling gently one by one. For some reason, seeing this first snow made me feel very happy.
I lit the stove and firebox, and had a simple breakfast of millet porridge.
I put on my snow padded coat, thick cotton pants, and a heavy cotton-padded jacket, along with a thick towel, hat, and cotton gloves, and prepared to go out to shovel snow.
As soon as the door opened, the third and fourth girls rushed out and plunged into the snowdrift, rolling around wildly.
This was indeed the first time the mistresses had seen snow, so it's normal for them to be excited.
The abnormal one is Xiao Gua, who is so happy that it is eating snow and rolling around everywhere. People who don't know it would definitely think it is a dog with rabies.
Little Di was much more reserved, a bit afraid of the cold, and wiggled her four little feet around in the snow.
I planted the snow shovel on the ground and watched the dogs frolicking around for a while, laughing.
After the dogs had finished playing around and were lying in the snow panting with their tongues out, I started shoveling snow.
The snow wasn't thick; it wasn't even ankle-deep.
I used a snow shovel to push forward, creating a path leading to the west wing, the threshing ground, and the woodpile.
Judging from the dogs' appearance, it doesn't seem to be very cold outside. I'm dressed very warmly, but I don't feel cold either.
On a whim, I decided to build a small snowman.
Using the snow pushed to the sides of the path, tightly squeeze out a small snowball.
If you roll a small snowball around in the snow, it will grow bigger and bigger.
In less than 10 minutes, the small snowball, the size of a fist, grew to be bigger than a watermelon.
The four dogs then noticed me fiddling with something fun and all ran over to watch the snowball I rolled.
Before long, I had rolled almost all the snow in the yard, and it was only enough for one big ball on the snowman.
Then they opened the gate and went outside to roll snowballs.
Outside the gate, a winding white path leads down the slope, and the ground is covered with flat snow, showing that no one or any small animal has ever set foot outside this small courtyard.
Just looking at it gives me a great sense of security; I can roll a snowball in peace now. I reckon this slope is big enough to roll another snowball.
They made a small snowball out of the ground, and when it grew to the size of a watermelon, the little melon that had been watching from the sidelines made its move.
Every now and then it would reach out with its claws and roll along with the rhythm of my hand.
I was afraid that the little goat might scratch my snowball and break it, so I tried to avoid its claws as I rolled around.
Later, the snowball grew bigger and bigger, even bigger than the one in the yard, but I became addicted to it and fell in love with the feeling of the snowball getting bigger and bigger. I just couldn't stop.
So we gave up on building a snowman and just played with rolling snowballs instead.
At this point, the snowball is large and sturdy, so it's safe for Xiaogua to handle it.
This kid doesn't hold back at all. When I push him, he stands up on his own and pushes with his front paws.
Seeing how much fun we were having, the third and fourth children also imitated Xiaogua and stood up to push it.
If the snowball is pushed too fast, the dog will accidentally fall to the ground.
They didn't care about anything else, panting heavily with their mouths open, and running over to continue pushing with their tongues hanging out.
And so, the snowball grew bigger and bigger, and we drifted further and further away from home, eventually rolling all the way to the big willow tree where we had collected willow branches before.
When we got to the big willow tree, the snowball was bigger than an iron pot. The dogs got more and more excited, but I felt that this was the end of it.
Roll it a little longer, and then you can push the snowball to town for free shopping.
Reaching the other end of the snowball, it turned and rolled back home.
Dogs are simple-minded and don't wonder why they changed direction; they only know that rolling a snowball is fun.
There wasn't much snow left on the way back, and the snowball stopped growing.
The return trip was uphill, and I dared not relax for a moment, for fear that if I let go, the snowball would roll downhill.
Until I could feel Xiaogua's strain.
I think very few people have ever seen a dog looking serious and putting all its strength into pushing something.
It stopped panting and its tongue was no longer moving. It kept its mouth closed and remained silent, only pushing the snowball with its front paws.
His eyes were as determined as someone joining the Party.
After watching for a while, I couldn't hold back any longer. I let go of the snowball and burst into laughter, even ignoring the snowball's slight downward rolling motion.
As the four dogs stared in astonishment, their eyes practically blank, the snowball slowly rolled down.
It was slow at first, but my mind went blank for a moment and I didn't take any action.
By the time I realized what was happening, the snowball had started rolling faster and faster. I ran after it, and the snowball rolled wildly ahead of me.
While chasing the snowball, I remembered the dog's astonished look and laughed, clutching my stomach.
Just as they were about to catch up with the snowball, it stopped at the junction of the small slope and the road, and it also cracked.
There was a large crack in the middle, much like the crack you make when you cut open a watermelon in the summer.
The man and his four dogs stood frozen in place, unsure of what to do.
I know it's my fault, but I don't want the four dogs to notice, so I pretended to be confused and stood there dumbfounded.
Suddenly, a dog moved. It was Xiao Si. It was the first to push its way into the crack in the snowball and roll around inside like a propeller.
Little Gua suddenly realized what was happening and charged in like a little cannon...
In no time, a large, round snowball turned into a huge pile of snow.
I suddenly realized that dogs really do get joy from causing destruction; they're much happier breaking up a snowball than rolling one.
After the snowball was completely turned into a pile of snow and they had had enough fun, the four dogs and one person dragged their tired bodies home.
At this point, the dogs were covered in snow, and because their bodies were warm, the snow had melted into water.
I was a little annoyed; I was just clearing snow and forgot to dress the dogs.
They look cold. When I get home, I must dry them off and warm them by the fire for a while longer.
Without much thought, I bent down, scooped up Xiaodi, and held it in my arms. I felt that Xiaodi was the coldest, and it would make me feel more at ease to take it home.
After entering the courtyard, as usual, the gate was locked tightly.
The moment I stepped inside, a wave of heat hit me. Home is the best place.
No matter where I go for fun, the first thing I do when I get home is to sigh that home is the best place.
First, open the door to the east room and let a few dogs in to warm themselves by the fire. Then, change out of your cotton-padded clothes and hat.
My hat is almost soaked; it seems I really went all out and sweated a lot.
After changing into loose, comfortable pajamas and washing my face, I went inside to warm myself by the fire with the dogs.
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