The sky was cold and the ground frozen, dusk approaching.
Within Grain City, the homes began to light their fires one after another, casting a heavy shadow over the gloomy sky.
Snow accumulated on the ground to a foot deep, and it continued to fall, seemingly growing heavier.
The biting north wind whipped up the snow, turning the entire Grain City into a white expanse.
“Creak, creak.”
Zhao Zheng stepped on the thick snow, his shoulder burdened with a sturdy rope, tilting at a forty-five-degree angle, his small face flushed red.
“Eek!”
He exerted all his strength, trying to drag the plow behind him, but the snow was too thick, and the plow was deeply stuck in the snow. No matter how hard he tried, he could not move forward an inch.
“Thud~”
His foot slipped, and Zhao Zheng fell face-first into the snow.
Where he fell, he lay, panting heavily:
“Big brother, I can’t pull it!”
Zhao Xing pulled the plow out of the snow and leaned it against the wall: “Get up, go switch to a small shovel, and continue shoveling.”
“Oh.” Zhao Zheng flailed as he climbed out of the snow and went to fetch a shovel from the yard.