Unable to resist, she glanced towards the ox cart before Qi Dabao's eldest uncle ran quickly to the woodshed, grabbing a hoe and started chopping at the rock-hard snow by the doorstep.
No need to mention it, even with a solid whack, he only managed to clear a small portion, leaving Qi Dabao's uncle to awkwardly laugh a few times then continue.
It was a sight that Hua Chengtian was used to. After all, it happened every winter.
To Hua Jin, however, her family-in-law opened a whole new world for her.
Never had she seen people so lazy. The thick snow outside could be forgiven, but she never expected the courtyard to hold an even thicker, exaggerated layer.
Hua Jin cast a glance at the roofs of the various rooms in the courtyard; fortunately, they valued their lives enough to have dealt with the snow on top, but those heaps weren't moved out.
