Lu Siyuan reached out and dusted the white frost off Shen Mianmian's head. "Once we've made some money, I'll buy you a hat first. I see that the wool hats the young girls in the city wear are especially warm."
"You should buy yourself a pair of gloves first!" Shen Mianmian pointed with her chin to his red, chapped hands, noticing several red blisters that seemed to herald the onset of frostbite.
"I'll warm them up at night, apply some clam oil, and they'll be fine."
Lu Siyuan didn't mind too much; he got frostbite every year, but it always healed by the following spring.
"Hey! Why did you two come so early?" A few older women noticed them standing by the ox-cart from a distance and cheerfully jogged over.
"We've just arrived."
Shen Mianmian and Lu Siyuan hurriedly greeted the women and helped them pick winter melons, grateful that all four of them were easy to talk to. In no time, they selected four big melons.
