"There is something even better," said Tong Sanlang as he walked to the door, cradling Qiao Xiaomai in his arms and heading towards the kitchen.
It was still dark outside, and Yang Wenxiao and Yang Hao probably had not risen yet. He needed to prepare breakfast for the two of them.
He first sent Qiao Xiaomai to the kitchen, then he could take his time sweeping the Courtyard himself.
There were people left by Yang Wenxiao guarding the kitchen. Tong Sanlang left Qiao Xiaomai there and took a big broom made of bamboo to sweep the snow.
The guards brought by Yang Wenxiao began to clear the accumulated snow as well, and by the time it was fully light, the entirety of the manor's snow had been cleaned up.
On the paved path of blue bricks, only the crevices between bricks held remnants of the snow.
The air was biting cold, and as the slight chill wind blew, Yang Wenxiao stepped out of his room and practiced a set of boxing in the Courtyard.
