Planting could only be done in spring, but potatoes were different. Potatoes could be planted in October, and then covered with a layer of straw. Next spring, they could be dug, and then two rounds of planting could be carried out.
There were not many potatoes at the moment. Jian Qingqing asked her family to plant all of them, and it was barely enough for one acre. Presumably, it would be enough for the villagers to plant next year.
The weather was getting colder. At the end of November, when Jian Qingqing woke up and opened the window, she saw that a thin layer of snow had fallen in the courtyard. The leaves and grass were all covered in snow. It was a vast expanse of white.
"It's snowing!" Jian Qingqing said in surprise.
She reached out and caught a snowflake. The snowflake that looked like willow catkins quickly melted in her warm palm, leaving behind a cold and moist patch.
