He Shan was in good spirits, and his smile grew even kinder when he saw Rongrong who had come along.
Given the living standards today, the conditions here weren't harsh, but they weren't very comfortable either.
Especially the living quarters.
They were just a series of tents.
Luckily, it was already spring, the climate was gradually warming, and the weather was getting warmer as well.
Qiao Qingyu not only brought dumplings, but she also brought dipping sauce and two light side dishes.
The dumplings were packed in a lunchbox, and then wrapped in a towel. By the time He Shan ate them, they were still steaming hot. Qiao Qingyu poured him a cup of hot water, then let Rongrong keep He Shan company while he ate as she went to her Willow Wood forest.
Bordering the forest was a large expanse of barren hillsides, where Qiao Qingyu had intended to continue planting barley grass and willow wood this year, but her plans had been disrupted by the old man Wu Xiujie.
