When An Moxue got up early in the morning, she pushed open the door and was greeted by a pale white scene, like a young girl wearing a white veil, pure and innocent.
This was the first snowfall since An Moxue came to the countryside. A faint chill lingered in the air, but it didn't feel cold; instead, it was refreshing and pleasant, making one feel exceptionally energetic and alert. The good mood of the day began with seeing the snow in the morning.
The weather is getting colder day by day, and there is less and less work. Most of the workers in the village are men. Only a few women from the educated youth and a small number of women from the village are working. There is no other way. If they don't work, what will they eat and drink?
An Moxue is not short of money, so she plans to take leave today and will not do any more work. She will resume work in the spring. She wants to study hard this winter and strive to become stronger.
Practicing boxing, cooking, and feeding the wolf cubs—I was busy and happy all morning.
After finishing her meal, An Moxue leisurely headed towards the village to ask the scorekeeper for leave.
I had just asked for leave when the village loudspeaker announced: "Comrade An Moxue, Comrade An Moxue, please come to the village committee office to collect your letter after hearing this announcement. Your letter is here." This announcement was repeated three times.
Upon hearing the broadcast, An Moxue turned around and went to the village headquarters to collect her letter, and unexpectedly, there was also a package.
Back home, An Moxue first opened the letter, which was sent by Instructor Zhang Jing.
An Moxue opened the thick registered letter, revealing a thick stack of receipts inside.
She put the receipts aside and took out the letter to read. Political Commissar Zhang Jing told her that the receipts were collected for her by the uncles in the army, and a list was attached. There was also a list of interpersonal relationships, which clearly stated the person's name, work unit, position, and whose interpersonal relationship was noted in the notes.
Tell her that if anything happens, don't be afraid to bother people; she can ask the people on this list for help.
An Moxue looked at the receipts and then at the two lists, feeling their weight as heavy as Mount Tai. The lists contained more than ten people; each uncle had likely chosen their closest and most trusted connections to add to the list. The positions listed varied in rank, from those in the town to those in the province. Yet, they carried with them a profound sense of care and love for An Moxue.
Since An Moxue came into this world, there have been people who are jealous of her, people who covet her, and people who want her, but there are many more who show her kindness and extend a helping hand. This world has made her feel full of sincere friendship, which she cannot refuse and cannot give up.
After a while, she picked up the receipts and the receipt list and checked the numbers on them.
After checking, she picked up the receipt list again, looking at the contents and thinking about the situation of each family. Two families had many children and heavy burdens, yet they had received quite a few receipts. These were all saved from their own food and clothing. Next time she sent something, she asked Uncle Zhang to give them more of the items, so that she wouldn't add to their family's burden.
I put down the list, took out a pair of scissors, and slowly unwrapped the package, revealing its contents: all furs: rabbit, sheep, cow, wolf, and deer skins.
There was another letter, which read—
Desert Snow
This package is a thank-you gift to you for saving my life.
I'm currently out and about, and I've managed to buy some furs here. You can keep them to make clothes and shoes.
Winters in Feilong Province are extremely cold, so don't be reluctant to give them away generously. If they get cold, you'll be the one suffering.
You've never been here, so you don't know how amazing it is; it's something Kyoto can't compare to.
Remember this.
And next time you write a letter, could you write a few more words? Aren't we friends already?
Is it possible to include some normal daily conversations in the letter?
I look forward to receiving your letter, sent to my unit. I will see it when I return.
Sincerely yours
Wu Sicheng
After reading the letter, An Moxue shook her head and chuckled. "Quite a lot of demands, huh?"
In my past life, I was in the clothing business, mostly exporting to Northern Europe. How could I not know how cold it is!
Since transmigrating to this world, I haven't cut anything yet. I need to design these leathers properly. Just thinking about it makes my hands itchy to get started—I took the things and went into the space studio.
Rabbit skin is used for hats and gloves, sheepskin for coats, cowhide for gloves and shoes, deerskin for snow boots, and wolf skin for knee pads.
An Moxue was busy in her studio in the space, and time was slipping away. When she felt her back and neck were sore, she rubbed her back and neck with her hands. When she looked up at the wall clock, she was surprised to find that it was already past nine o'clock in the evening.
When you do something you love, you become completely absorbed in it and can't pull yourself away.
I went out to feed the two little ones and then heated the kang (a traditional heated brick bed). Back in my room, I made a salt and pepper steak, a corn chowder, and a glass of Bordeaux red wine. I changed into a pure turquoise tank top, my slightly wavy waist-length hair flowing freely. Sitting at the dining table, eating steak and sipping red wine, I felt like I was back to my old self, ready to be a refined beauty.
While An Moxue was taking a break from her busy schedule to enjoy herself in her virtual space, Wu Sicheng was experiencing a life-or-death race against time.
The thugs in front fled frantically, while Wu Sicheng and his group pursued them relentlessly. Seeing that they were about to be trapped and arrested, the thugs launched a fierce counterattack. Both sides were injured. During the escape, the thugs scattered, and Wu Sicheng and his group were also forced to split up to give chase.
The two thugs in front of him fled, and Wu Sicheng chased after them, gradually getting further and further away from the others and slowly drifting away from them.
Seeing that they couldn't shake off Wu Sicheng no matter how far they ran, the two men in front became desperate, turned around, and attacked from both sides.
The three men instantly became entangled in a fight. Their guns were long out of bullets, so they were really going at it, exchanging punches and kicks, each blow landing with a resounding crack.
During the fight, neither of them held back. The thugs wanted to kill him, while he wanted to capture them and prevent them from escaping.
In addition, after chasing each other in the mountains for so long, their physical strength was not as good as before, and their movements became slower and slower. However, no one relaxed, for fear that if they relaxed, they would lose their lives.
Two men against one, both skilled in martial arts, caught Wu Sicheng off guard and stabbed in the shoulder blade. Blood flowed instantly, emboldening the assailants, who launched an even fiercer attack.
Wu Sicheng had no time to treat his wounds, and the two thugs didn't give him any time either. The three of them chased each other, one running away while the other blocked their path, neither giving way until late at night. The thugs saw that dawn was approaching, and once it was light, it would be even harder for them to escape.
The two men initially intended to kill him, but they hadn't expected him to be so persistent, and they couldn't kill him no matter what they did. Now, they just wanted to escape as quickly as possible and didn't want to linger any longer, so they used all their strength to knock him to the ground, and then, without hesitation, they dashed off in two different directions.
Seeing the two men escape, Wu Sicheng could only get up and chase after one of the thugs. He didn't know how long he chased after them, but the sky began to lighten. Wu Sicheng watched helplessly as the thugs disappeared from his sight, getting further and further away until they were out of sight and gradually disappeared from his sight. He also fainted due to excessive blood loss.
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