After bundling herself and the little kids, Su Wan walked to the entrance of their house. It was still early in the morning, if not for Lin Chen pulling the stunt of filling her room with those flowers she wouldn't have woken up so early. The golden glow of the sun still had its reddish glow, the cold winds from the sea breeze harshly pummeled against their skin making it turn blue from pale. At this time, the hard-working villagers of the Dong Tong village were up and about to their daily jobs braving against the snow piled up in their paths.
Even if the weather was cold enough to freeze someone to death, there was no such thing as staying home and bundling up on the Kang for the hard-working farmers, their fields were still waiting for them to come and rescue them from the freezing snow, the selfless fields has nurtured generations after generation of their family's farmers. And now it was time for the farmers to repay their gratitude by managing their fields properly.
