This winter, there hadn't been a significant snowfall, and many common folk looked up skyward as tiny snowflakes fell, disappearing upon hitting the ground, causing them to frown.
Prosperity follows snow! This was a well-known principle. Without several heavy snowfalls in the winter to provide a thick blanket for the wheat in the land, the coming year's crops would be plagued by many pests.
The worries of common folk went beyond the comprehension of four children. They stood in the courtyard watching the snowflakes from the sky, similarly furrowing their brows, yet they were not worried for the nation or its people; they were worried that their father would not be able to fulfill his promise to take them sledding as planned.
"Mother, when will it snow heavily?" Mozhi knew that Xiao'er has been always accurate in predicting the weather.
Each time they left the house to attend the Imperial College, if it was going to rain that day, Mother would remind them to bring rain gear.
