Shuangshuang frowned and refused: "Mother, I can stand firmly in a horse stance, and I'm not afraid of slipping when I walk."
“Alright. Sanyuan and Siwang, you two take the sheep and the cart up there, and have Mr. Su pull you along.”
Two pairs of round eyes carefully looked at Su Jiu.
Su Jiu: "...Up, pull."
He really owes Ye Wenxue!
Dazhuang walked behind, carrying an empty basket containing four pieces of bone and a piece of meat.
My feet made a soft sound as they stepped on the snow.
They found it amusing and deliberately stepped on the untouched, pristine snow on either side, leaving two tiny footprints with each step.
Su Jiu, pulling along a half-apprentice and a sheep, was panting heavily, thinking to himself that he should have come back next spring.
He missed his warm bed and blankets at home, the cozy hand warmer, and even more so... warm silver coins.
"Huh?" Ye Wenxue, who was carrying Yuanyuan and walking at the front, stopped and used her foot to brush away a layer of snow to take a closer look. "Shuangshuang, come and dig up the winter bamboo shoots. We'll have winter bamboo shoot soup for dinner."
"Okay."
They quickly stepped forward, kicked the bamboo shoot aside, and then easily pulled it up by shaking the tip a few times. "Mom, why don't we rest for a while? I'll go around and see if there are any more bamboo shoots."
Ye Wenxue glanced at the sky and said, "It's getting dark. Let's go back to the valley and make dinner first. We can come back to dig again tomorrow if we have time."
Shuangshuang glanced regretfully at the surrounding bamboo grove, then suddenly gasped for breath. She strode over to Ye Wenxue and lowered her voice:
“Mother, there’s a series of footprints over there. It looks like someone has been wandering around here... It doesn’t look like the footprints of bandits.”
Ye Wenxue narrowed her eyes, saying that they might be villagers living in the mountains, but she didn't hesitate to become more vigilant.
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