Parents are busy farming

On the other side, Zhang Gaoyi walked out of the house silently again.

He walked on the thick snow, leaving a deep footprint with every step.

The biting cold wind blew past, making sharp whistling sounds.

Zhang Gaoyi subconsciously wrapped his slightly thin cotton coat tightly, trying to resist the invasion of cold.

It turned out that he went out this time to clean up the pile of snow on the roof of the thatched house.

After all, if the snow is allowed to continue piling up, this thatched house, which is not very sturdy to begin with, may collapse at any time because it cannot bear the weight.

Thinking of this, Zhang Gaoyi couldn't help but speed up his pace...

The biting cold wind whistled past, and Zhang Gaoyi slowly raised his head, staring at the roof covered with snow.

At this moment, his mind was rapidly thinking about what method he should take to ensure his own safety and clear the thick snow efficiently and thoroughly.

He couldn't help but subconsciously rub his big hands, which had already turned red from the cold, trying to get some warmth.

Then he reached out and grabbed the various tools beside him, took a deep breath, and prepared himself to face this arduous task.

At this moment, the goose feather-like snow was still falling from the sky, like a grand and silent dance.

White snowflakes lightly fell on his broad shoulders, but he seemed unaware of it, as all his attention was focused on the snow clearing operation that was about to begin.

When Zhang Gaoyi quietly pushed open the door and slowly walked into the room, he saw Ye Zifen lying quietly on the bed with her eyes closed and her breathing even and steady. It was obvious that she had already fallen into a sweet dream.

At the same time, there was a slight noise outside the house. It turned out that several masters had brought some firewood and carefully piled it in the corner.

These firewoods look a little damp, and they must have been specially found for emergency use. After all, in such an environment, if you need to make a fire for heating or cooking, but find that there is no dry firewood available, it would be a real trouble.

Zhang Gaoyi looked at the busy masters, his heart full of gratitude and heartache. He said softly: "Masters, thank you for your hard work. Everyone is exhausted today. Let's rest early and have enough energy to continue the journey tomorrow."

At this time, Master A raised his head and his eyes fell on Zhang Gaoyi who looked exhausted. He said with concern: "Gaoyi, you should go to sleep first. You know, since yesterday, you have been carrying this little girl for such a long distance, and then you have been staying by her side to take care of her, and you haven't had a good rest. Now is a good time for you two to go to sleep together and recover."

Master B at the side also quickly agreed, "Yes, Gao Yi, don't be polite with us. We are fine and can hold on for a while. Let us keep an eye on you first. You should go and have a rest, and don't try to be stubborn!"

Zhang Gaoyi stood there, quietly gazing at the busy masters, his eyes revealing deep gratitude, but at the same time it was difficult to conceal his deep fatigue.

His voice seemed to have been polished by sandpaper, and he spoke in a slightly hoarse voice: "Then I'll trouble you masters. If anything happens, please inform me immediately."

As soon as he finished speaking, Master A smiled and waved his hand, saying in a friendly tone: "Child, just go with peace of mind, we are here to take care of you!"

Then, Master B also nodded slightly, expressing his agreement, and said, "Yes, go and rest quickly, have a good sleep, and get enough rest."

After receiving affirmative responses from the masters, Zhang Gaoyi tiptoed to Ye Zifen's side, as if he was afraid of waking up the sleeping beauty.

He silently gazed at Ye Zifen's peaceful and quiet sleeping face, and a feeling of pity involuntarily welled up in his heart.

He squatted down slowly and gently, stretched out his hands carefully, and gently tucked a corner of the quilt for Ye Zifen to prevent her from catching a cold again.

After completing this thoughtful gesture, Zhang Gaoyi slowly stood up again, once again cast an affectionate glance in the direction of the masters with gratitude, then turned around and lay down slowly and quietly beside Ye Zifen.

At this moment, the whole house was immersed in a quiet and peaceful atmosphere. Except for the slight "crackling" sound from the pile of firewood from time to time, almost no other sound could be heard.

Zhang Gaoyi closed his eyes tightly, trying to let himself fall asleep as soon as possible, but his mind was like a movie playing, constantly flashing through the scenes he had experienced in the past few days...

Several experienced masters stood in a row and began to divide the classes with serious expressions.

One of the masters stared intently at the blazing fire; the bright firelight made his face clearly visible.

The jumping flames are like a group of dancing elves, seeming to whisper about the unknown fate that is about to come.

At this moment, Ye Zifen's caravan was only two days away from here.

The caravan's carriages were lined up neatly, one next to the other.

Each carriage was loaded with a variety of goods, including food, medicinal herbs, and warm clothing.

In this small town, the caravan people were busy running around.

Due to some unexpected circumstances, the trip was delayed and everyone was extremely anxious, trying to find ways to solve the problem as quickly as possible.

Fortunately, however, the caravan was well prepared before setting off, carrying all necessary items and sufficient supplies.

Therefore, despite the current difficulties, no major crisis has yet occurred.

At this moment, the capital city is covered with white snow, and the whole city looks like a huge castle wrapped in silver.

However, deep in this seemingly peaceful and harmonious city, the prime minister was sitting in his study, worried about the mountain of memorials he had to receive.

The piles of urgent memorials piled up on the prime minister's desk like heavy mountains.

Each memorial was like a heavy stone, constantly pressing on the prime minister's already worried heart. This sudden heavy snowfall ultimately brought many thorny problems to the country.

The officials in the north were already extremely anxious and wrote memorials to the capital city immediately.

The words in those memorials reveal their inner anxiety and helplessness between the lines.

The prime minister carefully read through these memorials and felt increasingly heavy-hearted.