The farm was a bit lonelier in the winter days.
The animals also disliked running out and merely moved about in the yard.
The yard was sheltered from the wind on all sides, relatively warmer; the cold wind whooshed over the open ground, chilling to the bone, hence their reluctance.
Xu Yang's yard was lively every day.
After resting for another two days, the time to enter the mountains approached again.
It was early winter, though it hadn't snowed yet, ice had formed in the mountains.
The road was not easy to travel.
Xu Yang figured it was better not to go deep into the mountains.
The risk factor of entering the deep mountains in the middle of winter was too high.
"Why not go check out that Northeast Tiger, Mountain God?"
"In this deep winter, it's also not good at hunting," Xu Yang thought to himself.
"It's a bit early to go now, let's wait for the next time. It isn't the coldest part of winter yet; the tiger should be fine."
