Fangzheng caught the whiteness, and it was actually a bunch of snowflakes the size of goose feathers!
Fangzheng looked up and sighed. "It's winter."
As though responding to Fangzheng's sigh, the snow grew heavier. In a few minutes, the snowflakes summoned by the north wind inundated the entire area!
After Lidong's cold, the ground had already frozen. The warmth of the ground was almost gone. As the snow fell, it melted the moment it landed, absorbing away the last of the ground's heat. In the blink of an eye, snow began to pile up on the ground. More than ten minutes later, one could see black footprints all over the ground.
"Snow indicates a year of bountiful harvest." Fangzheng smiled.
At that moment, Fangzheng received a phone call from Wang Yougui.
"Patron Wang, good morning," Fangzheng greeted in a good mood.
"Man, don't say 'good.' There's nothing good about this morning," Wang Yougui grumbled.
